Lady Lingquan lifts a thousand pounds

Lin Sanchuan and others had been worried for a while, but nothing happened.

The house was peaceful, those people didn't come looking for me again, and there was no movement on the mountain.

The family's business was stable, and I made a lot of money from gloves and scarves. Before the Chinese New Year, I even gave red envelopes to all the female workers in the workshop.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the workshops have to stop working for a few days. Everyone wants to go home with needles and wool and continue working.

Liu Siniang originally wanted to agree, but Lin Xiangxiang reminded her that this was not good, so she refused.

"If you want to make something during the Chinese New Year, you can come to the workshop to make it. Don't take it home. There are so many people watching during the Chinese New Year, so you don't want to mess it up and damage the yarn."

During the Chinese New Year, many guests come to every house. Some people just don’t have that awareness and like to sneak into other people’s houses and like to see what is in other people’s houses.

If the thread is soiled, the female worker will have to pay for it, and it will not look good for everyone.

Moreover, if they teach it to outsiders casually, it will affect their business.

Their business has just started and they can't help the world at the same time. They should make a fortune first and then talk about helping the world.

The female workers are right to think about it. The wool is so precious and they would feel bad if they have to pay for it if it is damaged.

Anyway, I’ve made money, so I’ll give it a rest.

Everyone got their wages, which was more than the men in the family earned. Everyone was very happy and felt proud at home.

The Lin family also began to prepare for the New Year.

A lot of processing was done before last year, and a large amount of vermicelli and gloves were produced. All the money for the goods was recovered, and now that the family has money, this New Year will certainly be better than last year.

The weather was too cold and work in the workshop was suspended. Lin Ping'an decided to take his family to Fucheng to do some New Year shopping and take the children for a walk.

"I heard that there is an academy in Fucheng called Tianqin Academy. There are candidates for exams every year. There is also a statue of a saint in front of the door. Let's go and pay homage and bless the children to be admitted to the imperial examination."

Lin Ping'an planned happily and couldn't stop smiling.

Liu Siniang had no objection, and neither did the children.

After Rong Hua found out, he said that he just thought too much.

"Even if it's just me and the person named Chen, you will definitely pass the exam. Then the mountain chief of Tianqin Academy will also be defeated by me."

Her arrogance looked like she was bragging, and the children didn't believe it.

Rong Hua didn't insist anymore, he just felt that these kids were ignorant.

But it doesn't matter. When these children go out and see more, they will definitely realize how good she is.

There are not many holidays in the medical clinic, so Lin Xiangxiang still goes there every afternoon.

Knowing that she was going to Fucheng to visit, Ouyang Qing said it was okay and gave her a holiday.

"You're not a big kid, but you've been busy for a year. It's the Chinese New Year, so I'll take a few days off."

I also gave her a small red envelope.

Lin Xiangxiang joked, "Sir, this is inconsistent with your usual wealthy appearance."

The red envelopes usually given out are quite big.

Ouyang Qing tapped her forehead and said, "I'll give you a big one during the Chinese New Year."

Lin Xiangxiang smiled and said okay.

The Zhao family also gave her a red envelope. First, they really liked her and were grateful for the pills and taking care of Bao'er. Second, the business contacts had brought them benefits.

Gloves, hats and scarves are selling well, and so are their other goods.

Luo Yuqing and Young Master Zhao both liked this batch of goods, but it was a pity that they would not be sold after the winter.

For businessmen, not making money means losing money.

Lin Xiangxiang showed them a sweater and a wool vest.

"This is a thin sweater, and this is a wool vest. The sweater is worn inside, and the wool vest can be worn outside. It is nice and warm, and you can take off the wool vest when it gets hot.

By summer, we also plan to launch a kind of gloves and socks made of silk thread, which are cool, comfortable and easy to wear, but they will be very expensive and the quantity will be very small. "

Thin summer gloves and socks use very fine threads, which require a lot of effort and less finished product. They have to be made by female workers with the best skills, so the price is naturally much higher.

Luo Yuqing and Young Master Zhao both looked at the sweater and vest. After calculating the temperature and the season they could be worn, they both thought this was good.

"The quantity is small, and it doesn't matter if it's a little more expensive. Those ladies from noble families don't care about the money. As long as the clothes are comfortable and good-looking, that's better than anything else."

Summer socks are thicker, uncomfortable to wear, and fall off easily.

If there were socks knitted like this, they would be very comfortable to wear.

They all want to buy a few pairs themselves.

Lin Xiangxiang got a big red envelope. After returning home, he told Liu Siniang that sweaters and woolen vests were selling well, and that summer socks and gloves would definitely be selling well, so he could start preparing the goods early.

Goods are not produced in the current season, so they must be prepared one or two seasons in advance. Otherwise, the goods will not be ready in time and money will be delayed.

Liu Siniang agreed and wrote down what she needed to do next in her notebook.

She also knows a lot of words now and can write. Her writing is not very good, but it is very practical and she can write clearly what she wants to write.

Lin Pingan is also like this. His writing is not very good, but he can write useful things.

The two of them wanted to practice, but were embarrassed to show their handwriting to others.

Lin Xiangxiang also advised them.

"Father, mother, characters were originally invented to communicate and record information, so the characters you write now are enough for you."

Lin Pingan and Liu Siniang were very encouraged and felt that their daughter was right.

But the words reached the ears of Mr. Chen, Mr. Rong Hua and Ouyang Qing, and all three of them glanced at her.

"Are you trying to cover up your ugly words and make excuses?"

Lin Xiangxiang quickly shook his head, "No, I just want to encourage my parents. I will definitely write and practice my handwriting well, hehe."

The effect of her calligraphy practice was really poor, and her writing was still so ugly.

So her words of comfort sounded like a huge excuse.

Everyone felt strange when they saw her ugly calligraphy. She had practiced hard and her child was very smart, so why was the calligraphy so ugly?

Could it be that this is her shortcoming?

On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Pingan took his whole family to Fucheng.

The children were very excited. They had been busy for a year and they had long wanted to go out for a walk.

Sima Qing sat aside and said, "There's nothing good about Fucheng. It's still too remote here. The capital is still the busiest."

Lin Erfeng came over and asked, "Can you tell me what fun things there are in the capital?"

Sima Qing held his head high and said proudly, "There are restaurants, many stalls, and many... Anyway, there are a lot of fun things. During the New Year and festivals, there are dragon and lion dances, and there is a night market."

Several children were said to be yearning for it, "Have you ever gone shopping?"

Speaking of this, Sima Qing stopped talking.

He really hasn't been there.

When he was in the capital, he was in poor health and rarely went out to the small courtyard, let alone the palace.

The things outside were all told to him by Uncle He and the people serving around him.

Thinking about it this way, the past ten years before him were really boring.

Heartbroken!