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Zhou Xiufang paused for a moment, then took a sip of her tea and asked casually, as if testing the waters, "You want to invite me over?"

Song Xiangsi nodded, "Of course. It's our fortune to have you inside the shop."

She laughed and said after thinking, "I still have a lot of blueprints. I believe you, so I don't mind showing them to you in advance."

As she said this, she took out a stack of paper from a box that she had brought along. On the paper were the design drawings she had drawn for the past few days, all for the sake of meeting the old lady today.

The old lady's eyes lit up. She knew that Song Xiangsi was a girl who had her own ideas, so she was very interested in the design books that she had brought. She quickly flipped through them, liking them very much.

These were the styles she had never seen before, and she felt an itch to make them all, to see them done in her hands, one by one.

She let out a long breath, telling herself not to look at it. She forced herself to turn her head and look at Song Xiangsi.

"Girl, how about this, I'll give you a pattern, you immediately sew it out for me. "How about it?"

Originally, Song Xiangsi had been prepared to accept any hardships from the other party. No matter what, she had to bring the old lady to his shop today.

He didn't expect old lady Zhou to suddenly say this.

She pursed her lips, hesitating in her heart. "This …" Do you want me to embroider? I don't know anything about it. "

It was fine for her to design clothes, but it would be a disaster if she really had to do it.

Zhou Xiufang did not care and did not try to persuade him. She just sat there and said lightly, "If you had let me have a look at the Stainless today, I would not have agreed to go to your shop to be an embroidery lady."

Song Xiangsi let out a deep breath and steeled her heart. If she wanted to die, so be it. At the very least, she had to bring him back. Thinking this way, she gritted her teeth and agreed.

"Alright, then I'll give it a try."

Zhou Xiufang smiled and quickly went into the room to get some needle and thread, handing it to Song Xiusi. After thinking for a moment, she added, "You can just embroider here. If you don't know anything, I'll teach you."

Song Xiangsi picked up the needle and thread, took a deep breath and smiled at Old Lady Zhou. Then she started to do as Zhou Xiufang had said.

After embroidering for a while, she suddenly discovered that she didn't seem to be very resistant to embroidery. Talent? She didn't even need to use her brain to think. Like a subconscious, her body began to weave along the patterns.

The more he invested, the more serious he became.

Looking at her flying fingers, a hint of astonishment, shock, and even some moisture flashed across Zhou Xiufang's eyes. For many years, she had never seen such a needle technique before.

After a moment, when Song Xiusi finished embroidering and raised her head, Zhou Xiufang had already adjusted her mind, returning to her original expression. She nodded at Song Xiusi, "Your first embroidery?"

Song Xiangsi nodded in agreement.

She let out a long breath and looked at Song Xiangsi gloomily. After a while, she opened her mouth, "Lovesick, I think it's our fate. Would you like to follow me and learn embroidery?"

Song Xiangsi was slightly surprised. She looked at the old lady with a weird look, not understanding what was going on.

Zhou Xiufang raised her eyebrows, looking a little upset, "What's wrong? You don't want me to? "

Song Xiangsi quickly shook her head, "No, no. It's just …" I'm a bit curious, why do you want to accept me as your disciple? "

"Mm, it depends on your fate." Zhou Xiufang did not say anything further. Instead, she answered indifferently, as if she was just giving a perfunctory answer.

Song Xiangsi did not ask any further questions. She pursed her lips. The old lady's embroidery skills were truly amazing. Everyone in the village knew about this. She had also seen it herself.

Taking a deep breath, she was no longer conflicted. She stood up and walked to Zhou Xiufang. Without any hesitation, she knelt down and kowtowed three times. When she raised her head again, she called out crisply, "Master."

Zhou Xiufang immediately beamed with joy and quickly helped the person up, replying with a chuckle. The two chatted for a while longer, explaining clearly the compensation they had paid the old lady for the month.

Now that the old lady had become her master, she couldn't just follow the usual rules. She decided to let the old lady invest in the stocks and split the profits according to thirty to seventy percent.

The old lady had a new precious disciple and this disciple was also very talented. She was very happy and didn't care about the money, so she just nodded and agreed.

Of course, Song Xiangsi naturally would not harm her master. The conditions she offered were far more generous than the reward of death.

The two chatted for a while. The old lady still wanted to keep her for dinner, but Song Xiangsi refused. She still had her brother and sister at home, as well as Meng Ling Xuan. She had to go back and cook dinner.

Zhou Xiufang did not force him to stay. She smiled and said her goodbyes, telling him to be careful and be gentle like a loving mother.

Song Xiangsi returned to the shop. Compared to when she came in the morning, it was much different. Basically, everything was already prepared. All that was left was the things she had ordered from the furniture shop.

She had done two things today and was very happy. She waved her hand and got the workers to leave early so they could have a good meal in the restaurant. Then, she followed Meng Ling Xuan back.

Thinking that her store was about to open soon, she even acknowledged Zhou Xiufang as her master and brought Meng Liangxuan along to the cloth shop. Firstly, they would discuss business, then compare the goods among the three families and find the most cost-effective cloth shop to become her long-term supplier.

The two of them ran around several houses and finally chose the one not too far from the shop. After the agreement was reached, they signed the agreement together.

It had to be said that in this ancient era where production resources were scarce, things like cloth were extremely expensive. Even if they were to enter in large quantities, it would not be a small amount.

As for the fine fabrics like brocade, they were naturally even more expensive. Song Xiangsi could not help but consider whether he should use his knowledge from his previous life to improve the weaving methods and increase the efficiency so as to open his own workshop.

Even if she wanted to, she had to take things one step at a time. First, she had to get the clothing store up.

The owner of the cloth shop was a middle-aged man who was slightly fat. He wore a silk jacket and had a small mustache. He looked rather rich.

A pair of triangular eyes, looking at everything with a shrewd light, sized up and calculated.

Song Xiangsi didn't like it much. After the deal was settled, he was prepared to leave with Meng Fanxuan.