"That's right, spring is about to begin. Although the weather is starting to get warmer, we are most afraid of the cold in early spring, so I asked Hanzhong to carefully select the finest cashmere wool and knit a few sets of clothes. Today I
I just brought a sweater to Madam."
Feng Yong said, turned around, opened the rattan box and took out a white fine velvet woolen coat.
In the past two years, Hanzhong Workshop's weaving technology has been continuously improved, and coupled with the expansion of the pasture sheep flock, there is a basis for classifying and processing wool.
Before Feng Yong left, he left behind a book about workshop management rules and speculation on the future of the wool processing industry.
Based on the contents of this book, Li Mu carefully selected the best cashmere wool, and then carefully selected the most skilled female workers in the workshop, and then made the first batch of fine cashmere sweaters.
Li Mu deserves to be said to be from a noble family. His aesthetic ability is second to none, and he also improved this fine velvet woolen sweater according to the woman's preferences.
The effect is obvious. The snow-white and beautiful fine velvet woolen sweater attracted Huang Yueying's attention as soon as it appeared.
Even though she comes from a wealthy family in Jingzhou, she still can't resist the temptation of beautiful clothes.
Although she wanted to dry Feng Tibi for a while, her hands couldn't help but reached out to take it, "How did you get such rare clothes?"
It's smooth, soft, warm and comfortable. It's a rare thing.
"This is a sample of clothing that was sent over by the workshop in Hanzhong a few days ago. I wanted to ask for my opinion. But I haven't had time, and I think this type of clothing is suitable for women, so I gave it to my wife.
Come here, I want Madam to try it."
"Madam, you can take a look at what's wrong and tell me then, and I'll ask the Hanzhong workshop to make improvements."
Huang Yueying glanced at Feng Yong and sighed in her heart. The workshop set up by the imperial court in Nanzheng has not yet been able to weave normally, but the workshop in Nanxiang has already made such clothes. This man is indeed talented.
"You are a parent now, why don't you just focus on running the place? Why do you always do such strange and extravagant things?"
Huang Yueying said angrily, but her words were too upright. She kept stroking the clothes with her hands, obviously she couldn't put them down.
"Yes Yes."
Feng Yong responded, "Actually, this was not done by me, but by the steward of the workshop. She has put so much effort into it, but I can't go away from her kindness."
"Steward of the workshop? Are you talking about Miss Mu from Nanxiang?"
Unexpectedly, Huang Yueying knew Li Mu. She looked at Feng Yong with a strange look in her eyes.
Li Mu was thrown to Nanxiang by Alang to test Feng Yong's chess piece. Unexpectedly, this kid was not tested, but Li Mu gained a great reputation in Nanxiang.
Every time he mentioned this matter, the Han Prime Minister was dumbfounded - if there were such powerful women in the Nanzheng workshop, why couldn't we spin woolen cloth today?
"Yes, that's Li Mu, the woman from the sixth room of the Li family."
"She does have a good heart."
Huang Yueying nodded and glanced at the rattan box on the ground.
Feng Yong understood, took the box over, and said, "Madam, this box is specially used to store this fine velvet sweater. You see, it is mixed with camphor bark to prevent insects."
"There is also this sachet, which contains spices unique to Nanzhong. It can not only clear your mind, but also scent your clothes."
Huang Yueying's eyes lit up, she folded the sweater carefully, put it in carefully, then closed it with satisfaction, looked left and right, and finally smiled, "This box is quite exquisitely made."
As soon as Feng Tubiao saw his mother-in-law finally showing off her beauty, he quickly activated his natal skills.
"Also, madam, look, there is a nameplate on it. It is made of fine iron. The craftsmen from Nanxiang spent a lot of effort to carve the code on it."
"coding?"
Huang Yueying asked doubtfully, "What is it?"
"That's it. The last digit is two, indicating that this piece of clothing is the second sweater made by the workshop. The clothing also has the same code, which is exactly the same as the one on the box."
"Every time a piece of clothing of this kind is made by Nanxiang Workshop, it will be equipped with a box and then numbered. Each number is unique."
"Just like madam, this code can only be used by madam. Even if others buy all the clothes in the workshop, they will not be able to find the same number as madam."
The more Huang Yueying listened, the more she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear. She looked at the nameplate on the box carefully, "I recognize the number two, but how come I don't recognize the strokes in front of it?"
"Madam, this is a unique symbol of Nanxiang. From now on, all products produced by Nanxiang workshops will have this symbol."
In fact, it is the pinyin abbreviation of Nanxiang Woolen Textile Factory.
"well."
Huang Yueying regarded Feng Yong as a junior. Since it was the filial piety of the junior, there was no need to be polite. She put the box aside and asked, "Mine is the second one, so who is the first?"
Feng Yong's face stiffened and he smiled dryly, "The first thing, uh..."
"Okay, I get it."
Huang Yueying suddenly understood, nodded and said, "Give it to Sanniang?"
Feng Yong chuckled.
"I finally know how to love her."
Huang Yueying glanced sideways at Feng Turtle and asked, "Tell me, you eagerly gave me such a good thing, why did you come here?"
"I haven't seen my wife for a long time, so I came here to visit..."
Before Feng Yong finished speaking, he saw Huang Yueying looking at him with a sneer, so he had to change his words and said, "Of course, there is something I need to ask Madam for help."
"explain."
"well……"
Feng Yong swallowed and then asked, "Madam, I want to marry Sanniang, what do you think?"
Huang Yueying was stunned.
It took him a while to come back to his senses, and he looked at Feng Yong intently, staring at him until his heart went numb. Then he suddenly smiled and said happily, "Oh, after being granted the title of Marquis, it means you have established a career. I finally thought of it."
Got a family?"
Feng Yong pretended to smile stupidly.
"I finally have some conscience."
Huang Yueying breathed a sigh of relief, "If you want to marry Sanniang, just ask someone to go to the Guan family to propose marriage. Both of your families are princes, so naturally you have to follow the rules. The six rites are also indispensable. First find a matchmaker.
Accept it."
"Madam, I'm just worried about this. I don't know who to find as a matchmaker."
Feng Yong looked at Huang Yueying pitifully, "That's why I came here to see Madam, and wanted to ask Madam if she has any suggestions?"
Huang Yueying tapped Feng Yong with her finger and said with a smile, "I knew it was hard to get your things. You kept saying you came over to see me. Dare is just an excuse."
"I'm also visiting Madam."
Feng Tibi said shamelessly.
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Huang Yueying bent over with laughter, pointed at Feng Yong and laughed and cursed.
"A person like Sanniang couldn't even impress Sun Quan's son back then. How many men felt inferior in front of her! She deserves to be deceived by you. She is so thick-skinned that she can compete with others.
The city wall is there, right?”
"What Madam said, Sanniang and I are in love, how can it be a lie?"
Feng Yongxin vowed, "I am sincere to Sanniang."
"Okay, okay! I mean it sincerely."
Huang Yueying wiped away the tears from laughter and said, "You two live together, you just know whether it is sweet or bitter."
He said with a long sigh in his smile, this boy chose Sanniang after all. It seems that when he first returned to Jincheng last year, he didn't take it to heart at all when he reminded him.
But this is fine, because the three mothers and four mothers treat them as daughters, and the palms and backs of their hands are all flesh. The longer they drag on, the deeper the entanglement will become, and it will be impossible to untie them, which is not beautiful.
"So Madam agrees?"
Feng Yong was overjoyed.
"Can I disagree?"
Huang Yueying glared at him, thinking that you two are already married, how can I disagree?
Thinking of this, she felt itchy with hatred: This bastard!
"Then Madam, who do you think I should find suitable for you?"
Feng Yong noticed Huang Yueying's dissatisfaction and asked cautiously.
Don’t dare offend your mother-in-law!
The matchmaker who proposes marriage in the prince's palace must have a certain status, and must also have a certain amount of knowledge and understand the rules and etiquette. You cannot just find the kind of matchmaker who is one of the three aunts and six wives.
According to Feng Turtle's opinion, it was best for Old Demon Zhuge to come forward in this matter, but there was a possibility that Old Demon Zhuge would hang him up and beat him up, so he had no choice but to give up.
Let Zhao Yun do it...then he might be beaten to death, so forget it.
Li Hui is also good, but unfortunately he is not in Jincheng.
After much deliberation, he couldn't find a suitable one, so Feng Yong came to Huang Yueying distressedly for an idea.
"What about a rare prince? The other princes and the Han are all familiar with each other as long as they have a good reputation. But you, I remember you have never even been in court, right? I guess many people are now curious about the newly promoted Feng Junhou of the Han Dynasty.
What does it look like?"
Huang Yueying laughed again as she spoke.
After she finished laughing, she raised her head and thought for a moment, "Don't talk about the ones that are further away. I am not familiar with them, and you are not familiar with them. If you come to the door rashly, you will lose etiquette. So I can only stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Found it here."
"If your status is too high, you might be afraid that others will think you don't know how to advance or retreat. If your status is too low, you won't be worthy of your family."
Huang Yueying murmured to herself, with a somewhat embarrassed look on her face.
Feng Yong could only watch helplessly.
"Yes," Huang Yueying suddenly clapped her hands, "this person must be suitable."