Chapter 477 Find a suitable one
"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 am I specially brought a sweater to Madam."
Feng Yong said, turned around, opened the rattan box, and took out a white fine velvet woolen coat.
Hanzhong Workshop has continuously improved its weaving technology in the past two years. Coupled with the expansion of the sheep herd in the pasture, 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 woolen sweaters.
ÂÂ with asense of aesthetics that's second to none, Li Mu's fine velvet woolen sweater has been improved according to the woman's preference.
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 Tubao for a while, her hands couldn't help but reached out to take it, "Where did you get such rare clothes?"
It feels smooth, soft, warm and comfortable. It is 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 my opinion. But I haven't had time, and I think this type of clothing is suitable for women, so I gave it to Madam. Come here, I want Madam to try it."
“Madam, you can take a look and tell me if there is anything wrong with it, and I will ask the Hanzhong workshop to improve it.”
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 and an official now, why don’t you just focus on managing the place? Why do you always do such strange and luxurious 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 put a lot of effort into it, but I can't go away from her kindness."
“Steward of the workshop? Are you talking about Mrs. 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 Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was dumbfounded - if there were such powerful women in the Nanzheng workshop, why couldn't we spin woolen cloth today?
“Yes, that’s right, it’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 wake you up, but also perfume 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 Tuluo 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, made of fine iron. The craftsmen from Nanxiang spent a lot of effort to carve the code on it."
“Encoding?”
Huang Yueying asked in confusion, "What is it?"
“This is it. The last number 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.”
“Whenever 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 opened her mouth from ear to ear. She looked at the nameplate on the box carefully, "I recognize the number two at the end, but why don't I 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 then asked, "Mine is the second one, so who took the first one?" "
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.
No wonder! It turns out that why Sanniang came back so late yesterday was because she left.
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 to visit...”
Before Feng Yong finished speaking, he saw Huang Yueying looking at him with a sneer, so he had to change his words, "Of course, I have something to do, and I would like to ask my wife 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 crazy. Then he suddenly smiled and said happily, "Oh, I have established a career after being granted the title of Marquis. I finally thought of 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 etiquettes are also indispensable. First find a matchmaker. Accept it."
“Madam, this is what worries me. 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, so you kept saying you came to see me. Daqing was just an excuse."
“Also a visiting lady.”
Feng Tibi said shamelessly.
After hearing what Feng Yong said, Huang Yueying immediately bent over with laughter, pointed at Feng Yong, laughed and cursed.
"Sanniang is such a rare person. She 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?”
“Madam, what I said is that Sanniang and I are in love, so how can it be a lie?”
Feng Yongxin vowed, "I am sincere to Sanniang."
“Okay, okay! Sincerely, sincerely.”
Huang Yueying wiped away the tears from laughter, "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 it’s okay this way. The three niangs and the four niangs themselves treat each other as daughters. The palms and backs of their hands are all flesh. The longer they drag on, the deeper the entanglement becomes. When the time comes, they really can’t be untangled, which is not beautiful.
“So Madam agrees?”
Feng Yong was overjoyed.
“Can I say I disagree?”
Huang Yueying glared at him and thought to herself, you two are already married, how can I disagree?
Thinking of this, she felt itchy with hatred: This **** boy!
“Which lady do you think I should find suitable for you?”
Feng Yong noticed Huang Yueying's dissatisfaction and asked cautiously.
Don’t dare to offend your mother-in-law!
The matchmaker who proposes marriage in the prince's mansion must have a certain status, and must also have a certain degree 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 Tubiao’s opinion, it’s best for Old Demon Zhuge to come forward in this matter, but if he dares to bring it up, Old Demon Zhuge will dare to hang him up and beat him up—doesn’t he really treat Da Han Cheng as an old cadre?
So I had 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.
"Where is the rare prince? The other princes and the big men are all familiar to each other as long as they have a good reputation. But you, I remember you have never even been to the court, right? I guess many people are curious now, what is the newly promoted Feng Junhou of the big man? 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 mention 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."
“If your status is too high, you may be afraid that others will think you don’t know how to advance or retreat. If your status is too low, you may not be worthy of your two noble houses.”
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."
(End of this chapter)