Chapter 19

'That's it.'

With a curious smile, I deliberately waved the cloth once.

“Wow! pretty! Pretty… Oops!”

I purposely made my grandfather and father look at the cloth that flutters in the air.

Pretending to do something wrong with my hand shaking while holding the cloth, I dropped the teacups in front of my father.

Tea water spread over the desk in an instant, and grandfather and father stood up in surprise.

Then, I dropped the Coroi fabric, which I was playing with, on the tea water in time.

"This……!"

My father was amazed, and once he hugged me, he put me down at a distance.

"Tia, are you okay? Didn't hot water splash?"

My dad was distracted, worried that I would be burned, but I didn't.

The expression of grandfather changed when he saw the coroi cotton fabric suck tea water in an instant.

“I'm sorry, Dad. I made a mistake."

“I hope you don’t get hurt.”

"Gallahan."

My grandfather called my father who shake off my clothes who got the tea splash.

Soon after, the eyes of my father turned around after seeing that the coroi cotton fabric was surprisingly good at absorbing water.

“Hoh, the absorption power is good.”

When my father grabbed the corner and lifted it, there was still water left, but most of the tea water has been absorbed by the fabric.

“If you use it well, it can be used in many places. When delivering to the dressing room, you should enclose a short instruction manual."

That would definitely be a good way, but it wasn't enough.

I have a lot to do.

I quickly stepped in front of my father and said, touching the heavy fabric.

"Wow, this is so amazing, my dad made it! People will buy a lot, right? What if they fight to each other?"

When I talked as if I was worried, my father said with a bitter smile.

"Haha, well. People's reactions are still unsatisfactory, but I hope it will be as Tia said."

"The reaction is not good? Why?"

"Because, uh....... I guess people do that because they don't know much about this fabric yet."

Yes, Father! That's the point!

I said, nodding my head bluntly at my father's words.

“Wow……. It would be nice if people could use it in advance.”

"......What did you say now, Tia?"

"Dad said that. It's because people don't know much about this fabric yet. So...."

“Yes, yes……. Why didn't I think about it earlier?”

My father muttered in thoughts whether he realized it with the hint I gave him.

As far as my father shared with my grandfather, the fabric has already been produced enough to sell.

In addition, weavers continue to produce quantities, so if you stack them up, they will only become stock.

It is much more beneficial to use fabrics that have already been made for publicity rather than paying the storage fee.

"The quality of the fabric is great, so if people can get in touch with it in advance,"

“That's a good way. How about giving a prototype made of fabric to the nobles who will be sold for free?”

It was also a grandfather.

The nobles of the Lambrew Empire visit the dressing room, select raw materials, and designs according to their own perspectives, and make custom productions.

It was not only clothes but also cloth bedding and curtains.

So, rather than simply letting you see the fabric in advance, you can stimulate the desire to buy even more by showing things that can be made using fabric.

“But there wasn't much time left until the sale started. It has to be a simple product to meet the expectations… .”

This is the time.

I grabbed the dry cloth next to me and gave it to my dad, saying.

“Make me a handkerchief, please!”

"Handkerchief?"

“It’s good because it’s soft! It would look so pretty if you cut it small and embroider it with small flowers in the corner here! I'm going to show off to Gilliu and Mayron!"

"Father… !”

When my father listened to me, his eyes flashed and looked at him.

Grandpa, who was touched his beard, nodded.

"Is it a handkerchief? It could be a good prototype."

“Why couldn't I have come up with this way! I've seen a Durak top master cut and use fabric that he needs to wipe off his sweat, and he says it's great and he keeps carrying it with him.”

Dad laughed and said.

“No special processing is required. All you need to do is dry it in moderation and iron it neatly. Ah! It would be nice to add some simple decorations!"

I had nothing more to help.

My dad began to spit out ideas without hesitation.

It wasn't just a handkerchief.

Prototypes that could be made using the craftsmen he had right away poured out of my father's mouth.