Wandering in the May sunshine, the breeze carries the fragrance of the earth, exuding the breath of early summer, the catkins dance in the wind, floating in the warm sky of May, like a dream, living in the picturesque Jiangnan, in the blink of an eye, three years have passed.
Su Ruojin was wearing a simple cotton dress as she walked to the shop. Along the way, people she met either smiled at her or came forward to greet her, "Madam Jin——"
She smiled back at them one by one, "Uncle (Aunt)——"
In three years, almost all the people in Songjiang Prefecture knew Lord Su, the official in charge, and his pretty daughter. No matter whether it was the busy harvest season or drought or flood, they would always show up when the people needed them.
Su Ruojin thought to herself that the transfer order from the Ministry of Personnel had arrived and her father would be returning to the capital after the summer harvest. She wondered what everyone would think when they found out. Thinking of this, even Su Ruojin felt reluctant to leave. If possible, she would like to live in Jiangnan forever. Whether it was the climate or the eating habits, this place was more suitable for her.
However, there is an avoidance system for officials above the rank of county magistrate. First, they cannot serve in their hometown, and second, they cannot serve in one place for a long time. Once their term of office is up, they must be transferred to other places, and Su Yanli is no exception.
In the past three years, in addition to making money from business, Su Ruojin also did a big thing, which was to introduce cotton, which had long been introduced to the Celestial Empire, from the southern Fujian area to the Wu Yue area. In her previous life, she didn't know much about the Songjiang area, but she had heard of Songjiang cloth. So three years ago, when she heard that her father was going to take up the post in Songjiang Prefecture, the first thing that came to her mind about the Songjiang area was cotton cloth.
Cotton originated in India and Arabia. Before cotton was introduced to China, there was only kapok for pillows, but no cotton for weaving. Before the Song Dynasty, there was only the word "cotton" with a "silk" radical, but no "cotton" with a "wood" radical.
The word "cotton" only began to appear in the Song Dynasty, and it was also during this period that cotton began to gradually become popular.
There was no Huang Dao Po in the Dayin Dynasty at that time. Su Ruojin took advantage of his business and asked people to bring back cotton seeds from the south. He has been trying to plant them for the past three years. It succeeded last year and this year he finally planted them on a large scale.
In May, cotton is transplanted into the field and is growing vigorously. It blooms around July and produces bolls in August and September.
During the flowering period, Su Ruojin was probably still in Songjiang, but when the catkins appeared in August and September, she might have returned to Beijing.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh, but fortunately, Su Ruojin found the former carpenter Zhang, who also came to Jiangnan to help her make textile tools and teach people how to spin and weave.
Not only that, Su Ruojin also looked for artists who were proficient in weaving, and spent a lot of money to invite them from the south to Songjiang Prefecture to teach the common people advanced techniques, making the weaving technology in the Songjiang Prefecture area change from being rough, simple and sparse to being refined, strong and beautiful.
The cotton skirt that Su Ruojin wore today was of the finest quality in terms of warp, weft density and thickness. It was the Songjiang cloth used in the Jiangnan area in later generations, commonly known as old cloth. It was strong, durable, sweat-absorbent and comfortable.
If the weather is good this year and the cotton harvest is good, then in a few years, cotton will not only become an important part of the economic development of Songjiang Prefecture, but will also radiate to surrounding areas and even to the entire Liangjiang region.
When she arrived at her own shop, Mao Ya came out to greet her, "Jin Niang——"
"Sister Ya, how is it?"
"Many people come to get rice dumplings and salted duck eggs."
Su Ruojin nodded, "After today's work, we will continue to make soy sauce and cooking wine in the workshop in the back."
"I've already told the shopkeeper."
Su Ruojin stopped and said deliberately, "We must pay off the wages of the aunts and sisters, and not owe them a penny."
"Yes, Jinniang."
Su Ruojin went to the workshop for a look before returning to the accounting office. There will be a Dragon Boat Race tomorrow on the Dragon Boat Festival, so he plans to finish looking at the accounts today and have a good rest tomorrow.
She sat down and sat there until it was dark. Mao Ya came in and nodded. Then she put down the pen in her hand, leaned back in the chair, and was about to press her temples. But before she could do so, she felt someone pressing her temples.
This strength and this feeling were definitely not from Sister Mao Ya. She suddenly opened her eyes, and above her head, a face with eyebrows as black as a painting and hair as sharp as a knife came into view.
"Brother Jin?!"
Surprise, surprise, excitement...
All kinds of emotions came flooding in.
She was about to jump up in excitement, but Zhao Lan held her shoulders down. He looked resentful and said sarcastically, "It's hard for Madam Su to still remember me, your fiancé. I thought there were so many beauties in Jiangnan, and you had already forgotten me."
Su Ruojin: ...
Are the beauties in Jiangnan as beautiful as him? (End of this chapter)
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