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However, she had gone through great difficulties to find the old lady's address, so she wouldn't give up so easily.

Song Xiangsi took a deep breath and changed the strategy. She said, "Grandma, I didn't come this time to invite you to the store to be an embroidery lady. I hope you can help me make some clothes. Of course, there will definitely be a reward."

She smiled as if she were talking about an ordinary business deal.

The old woman raised her eyebrows and looked at the Nan Jin she was carrying. Her eyes flashed and she snorted lightly. In the end, she still opened the door and welcomed the person inside.

She entered the room without expression, her expression as cold and emotionless as ever.

"You have to show me the patterns and patterns of the clothes you're making. I wouldn't make ordinary clothes if they didn't enter my eyes."

The old lady turned around and sat down on a chair, not saying anything about making tea.

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips and didn't mind. She led Meng Fanxuan to find a chair and sit down. From her sleeve, she took out a piece of paper, spread it out, and handed it to the old lady.

"Take a look. This blueprint is not to your liking. If it doesn't work, I will draw another one and send it over."

The old lady's eyelids drooped down in annoyance. She merely glanced at the blueprint that Song Xiangsi had given her from the corner of her eyes.

It was originally just a casual glance, but when she saw the pattern on the drawing, her gaze froze.

The clothes on the blueprint were different from any of the clothes she had seen before. Most of the women of this era were wearing straight jackets that hung straight on their bodies. From a distance, they looked like sacks without any sense of beauty.

Even when she was in the palace, the dresses of the concubines and princesses had only been made with different patterns on their tunics.

As for Song Xiangsi's blueprint, he had done an ingenious waist reduction design. She had used the golden ratio she had learned from her previous life to waist down at the most suitable spot, directly lengthening the line of her legs visually.

The old lady could already imagine how charming it would be when the women wore it.

She pursed her lips and focused on the drawing. The pattern on her clothes was very unique, like a flower but not a flower. It looked like grass but not grass. In short, it was a plant she had never seen before.

"This …" She frowned, her voice somewhat anxious. "Were you the one who designed the clothes?"

Song Xiangsi smiled, her eyebrows curving into a smile. "Yes, I've already chosen the fabric for you. It's this South Jin in my hand."

In her heart, she thought to herself that her clothes were specially designed for the old lady. When she finished it herself, she would definitely be amazed. When that time came, it would be much easier to talk about cooperation with her.

The old lady pursed her lips again, looked at Song Xiangsi, then looked at the blueprint. She was obviously very fond of it, but she forced herself to show her lack of interest and replied plainly.

"Hmm, the design is not bad. It barely caught my eye, leaving behind the blueprints and fabric. You can come back in a few days."

Song Xiangsi smiled and quickly placed the blueprint together with Nanjin on the table. She looked at the old lady with a sincere smile, "Then, what do you think … "How much is appropriate for this reward?"

The old lady looked up and shot a heavy gaze at Song Xiangsi. Her voice was light, but her gaze was as sharp as a sword. "Then, from the young lady's perspective, how much money does this old student's hand always carry?"

He pursed his lips into a smile and answered as if he had thought of it beforehand, "I say, old lady, your cooking skills are extraordinary, in terms of silver taels, I really can't do it. How about this, your clothes are done, if you like it, the finished products and the two brocades can be considered as the reward for you, how about that?"

The smooth touch made her like it, but she did not show it on her face. She only gave Song Xiangsi a smile that was not a smile, and suddenly smiled: "You came to find me to make clothes, but used finished goods as compensation. Miss, what are you looking for?"

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips into a smile, "I'm just trying to get lucky. Let's see how wonderful my unique design can be when matched with your exceptional craftsmanship."

Hearing this, the old lady laughed, revealing a deeply wrinkled face. It could be seen that she was truly happy this time.

For the sake of Song Xiangsi's words, for the sake of this blueprint.

"Alright, I'm also looking forward to it. I wonder what this outfit will look like."

Seeing her like this, Song Xiangsi knew that things were already halfway through. She could not help but feel happy, but she had no choice but to restrain herself. She pursed her lips and smiled modestly.

"Happy cooperation!"

After the matter was settled, the old lady began chasing people away. He had to study this blueprint and cut out the fabric.

Song Xiangsi did not care. She led Meng Ling Xuan out of the door and out of the alley. After a long while, she let out a deep sigh of relief.

Meng Huaxuan looked at her, slightly smirking as he laughed as well.

The starlight shone brightly in his eyes, as if he was doting on something.

"So happy?"

Song Xiangsi nodded, "That's right, this old lady isn't someone who can be fooled easily. I wonder how many people wanted to ask her out of the mountain for help, but she didn't even look at it. More importantly, her embroidery is so exquisite that if I could invite her into the store. We'll definitely be able to make the most beautiful clothes, and when the business starts rolling, the money will also come. "

"Of course I'm happy about it." She was smiling so much that her eyes were curved, and the corners of her eyes were filled with happiness.

Furthermore, the rumors about the ghosts in the store had already been resolved, so there was no need to worry about coming to the shop. The shop was about to be decorated and everything was going to the right place.

She had a feeling that things would get better in the future!

Meng Ling Xuan looked at her and laughed along with her. The two of them carried each other as they headed home. They chatted and laughed along the way, dragging a long figure along with them under the setting sun.

After returning home, Song Xiangsi began drawing design blueprints. She had to finish all of the manuscripts before the shop opened.

Song Xiangsi ate at night and sat by her desk, thinking about the style of her new clothes. As she thought about it, she thought about the plastic models she had seen in modern times.

After some thought, she dipped the brush in ink and applied a simple model to the paper according to her memory. The only difference was that this model was made of wood.