Aunt Duan clicked her: "After a while, just lower your head and respond to any instructions from the wife. If it touches the key point, take out all the accounts from a few years ago. They were all checked by the old lady in person."

Chunsheng's family responded with a smile, and it would be bad to move the old lady out. No matter how brave the wife is, she dares not sting her ancestors. If she dares to say that the account is unclear, wouldn't she beating the old lady and the master in the face? The more she thinks, the more she feels at ease. She picks up the soup bowl and scoops a bowl of winter melon and shrimp ball soup for Aunt Duan: "I don't know what it means to leave the wife of Manchang's family alone."

When the fat daughter-in-law heard this, she interrupted: "The young wife had only been wandering around the back house for more than ten years. She could take care of the girl's food and clothing, and what kind of tricks could she do? It was just that the wife was concerned about her old love and was afraid that we would bully her, the newcomer."

Aunt Duan smiled faintly: "Madam makes her face, so we naturally have to give her this face."

Everyone said it was a waste of time. After the meal, I used a few snacks lively.

It was only when Shen Shi, he received the account book sent back by Ci Gu. However, there were one or two small mistakes, which were also caused by negligence. There was no major matter involved. The two servants who made the mistake knelt on the ground and sued their crimes, saying that they were knocked out by spindles, and even these little ones were wrong. They failed the trust of their boss... Ci Gu just smiled lightly and proposed that thirty acres of sorghum produced this autumn were drawn to replant corn. It is said that corn was more productive.

Aunt Duan responded quickly and smiled in her heart: It seems that this is the one who has managed crops at her parents' home, and it is only that kind of ability to go around.

Now I felt more at ease. I smiled at Ci Gu and said, "I took the new fruits and vegetables from the village with the car. It's not worth much money. At least I asked our wife and girls to try it. There is another basket of fresh cherries, which is dedicated to respecting you."

Ci Gu smiled: "How dare you behave? Now the girls in the backyard have a good time."

Aunt Duan's smile did not stop until she returned in the carriage and kept smiling: This lady is much easier to control than the old lady. At the end of every year, the old lady is worried for several days. Today, this person... likes to watch the crops and let her see. I am too lazy to deal with the millet and sorghum. How much money can I get with the small profits of sesame?!

After hearing Aunt Duan's words, the servants in the car stopped coldly at Jijin and took her hand. They said that she was white in skin and praised her for her good hair, which made Jijin feel embarrassed.

The fat wife naturally looked very cute and came over to Jijin and smiled, "You are a popular lady. What instructions do you have for your wife? You can't enjoy it alone. You can give us some whispers."

Ji Jin smiled and said, "I have only served the girl for a few years. My wife also said a few words to me when she sees her face. But I ask Nian Jinger and the like, and talk about the new and fashionable brocade look."

"Our silk cotton is naturally soft and warm. If we talk about those brocade patterns, they are still beautifully woven from the mulberry silk from the south!" The fat wife wore a shirt embroidered by Erlu silk and touched the luster material, saying, "Even this Shanxi silk is good."

Another servant lady slaps her: "You have a strong ambitions in others. Aren't our silk yarn and Beijing embroidery the best?"

Chunsheng's family said: "If we talk about brocade weaving, the tussah silk in our north is really a bit worse."

Ji Jin smiled faintly, and the attitudes of these servants suddenly changed. I didn’t know how they had not known that although they had only served in the back houses over the years, they had seen many faces: “Brands are not necessarily made of silk. I heard that there are strong brocades in Guangxi, and they are made of cotton and linen as warp and weaving. The ones weaving are all small squares of beautiful patterns everywhere.”

After hearing this, several servants were all amazed. Chunsheng's family couldn't help but say, "I heard that your weaving workshop is weaving those square-savvy cloths, are they so powerful brocade?"

"That's not, it's just a new cloth." Zhijin was secretly shocked. They knew every move on his farm. It was just that after weaving a few plaids in the past few days, they got the letter. It seems that what his wife said, "Each farm is connected to pieces, and it's full of energy." It's true.

Another servant asked, "I heard that our wife invited a master from Shu. Could it be that our capital also wants to weave Shu brocade?"

Ji Jin was waiting for them to ask, pretending to think about it, frowned slightly: "I don't know this, I heard from the girls that it seems to be a master who is working on a loom in Shu."

Aunt Duan kept squinting her eyes slightly and leaning against the carriage to take a nap. When she heard the word "loom" and suddenly opened her eyes.

Several servants had not thought of a deeper layer: "It seems that we really need to add a loom to make Shu brocade."

Aunt Duan stroked her forehead and felt sweating inside: it was just a few Shujin machines. The wife was willing to play, so she could go and transport a large number of mulberry silk from the south. The freight alone would be scary. Then, let's see if the boss would accompany her to play with her.

Jijin is the youngest here, so he pretended to be ignorant: "I heard from my wife's sister that the master is good at making various looms. The looms he made are both durable and labor-saving."

The fat wife laughed when she heard this: "The Southern Barbarians are really ghost spirits."

Aunt Duan was worried again: I really want to start from the loom? How can she understand the level of the back home? No, no, if you don’t know, if you want to replace these looms, how much does it cost? A farmhouse has hundreds of looms, who can afford to replace them?! The boss is unwilling to change the loom! Humph, what if you change it, what if the weavers let go of their hands? Can she still control it?

The sound of gold weaving sounded again: "The master in the south can also repair the loom, saying that he would change a few wooden pieces and adjust the position to save labor! My wife plans to let him try it, maybe we will start with our village, starting the rectification of one village at a time."

Aunt Duan shivered for a moment, soaked her forehead with sweat, her face gradually paled, and the sound of knitting gold in her ears became farther and farther away: "When the number of silk and the number of woven cloths will be fixed, and there will be more surplus in the village!"
Chapter completed!