Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Mo Qingwan was very happy to be remembered by Zhuang Zhiyun. "I didn't expect that you would come here in person, Madam. Are you here to choose clothes? Would you like me to help you choose two sets?"

Zhuang Zhiyun smiled and shook his head, glancing at the stairs, "I'm just here to take a look today, no need to take special care of me. It's just..."

She turned slightly and said to the stairs, "There will be two people coming today, so you have to be more careful."

What's wrong?

Mo Qingwan followed her and looked towards the stairs, and sure enough, two women went up to the second floor one after another.

Mo Qingwan had seen these two people in the capital city, and their relationship was the kind where "she knew the other person, but the other person might not know her."

"Mrs. Huo, the judge, and...Mrs. Yi, the judge?"

"you know?"

Zhuang Zhiyun was surprised for a moment, then thought again, and felt that it was true.

It is understandable that businessmen, especially local wealthy businessmen, are acquainted with the families of local officials.

After all, it seemed that Zhuang Zhiyun was the odd one out. She had never met the officials' families or businessmen's wives, let alone any friendship with them. Even a "chance encounter" with them was probably rare.

"Mrs. Yu!"

As Zhuang Zhiyun was thinking, Mrs. Huo, with her hair jingling, came over with a smile, "Finally I found you. Haha, this cloth shop is really special. If the doorman hadn't pointed the way just now, I would have wanted to go to the first floor and almost made a fool of myself."

The tall and thin Madam Yi also came over and smiled softly, "If you really walked in, you would really scare the male customers in the cloth shop."

The flames of war spread quietly, but Zhuang Zhiyun pretended not to hear anything. He smiled and asked Mo Qingwan, "My family wants to order some clothes for the servants, two sets each for spring and summer. But should I discuss this with you, Shopkeeper Mo?"

Without waiting for Mo Qingwan to answer, Mrs. Huo understood what was said and leaned over to make a "ding-dong" sound.

"Manager Mo? If I remember correctly, you are the eldest daughter of the Mo family, right? Now that you have been appreciated by Lord Shen, you have to be more careful when doing things for Tongan County."

Mo Qingwan smiled and answered yes, bowing respectfully, "My little girl Mo Qingwan, I meet Madam Huo and Madam Yi."

Mrs. Huo laughed and said, "It's time for the servants in our Huo Mansion to change their clothes. Shopkeeper Mo, let's order two sets each for spring and summer. Mrs. Yu's vision is definitely not wrong."

Mo Qingwan acted delighted, her eyebrows smiling, "Thank you Madam Huo for taking care of the farm's business. When you are free, I will bring someone to your house and talk to your steward in detail."

Madam Huo smiled and said "Hey", then ordered the maid to give Mo Qingwan a pass token, "The doorman will take you to see the steward when the time comes."

Mrs. Yi, who was standing by, was not happy when she saw this.

Mrs. Huo had already won over Zhuang Zhiyun with just a few words, so how could she just stand there like an idiot?

She directly ordered the maid to take out the token and hand it to Mo Qingwan.

She smiled and said, "Then I'll order some from Yifu. These cotton clothes are definitely more comfortable to wear than linen."

As she spoke, she raised her chin slightly and looked at a set of ready-made clothes hanging on the wall.

The dress was green and purple, elegant yet charming, and the waist was cut in a unique way, making her waist look even more slender. That look was exactly what she wanted.

But this cotton cloth...

A trace of displeasure rose in her heart.

The servants in the mansion wore cotton clothes, and ordinary people also wore cotton clothes.

And she, the wife of a sixth-rank official, has to wear cotton clothes with these people?

They have all lost face to some extent.

But that set of ready-made clothes really hit the spot in her heart.

It would be nice if it were silk, she thought.

Just as she was hesitating, Mrs. Huo at the side spoke before her, "That dress is not bad, Shopkeeper Mo, take it down and let me try it on. By the way, is there a place to try on clothes?"

"Yes, ma'am." Mo Qingwan pointed to the lounge, "Over there is the fitting room. Ma'am, please wait in the lounge for a while. I will go get you a new set of clothes. Yan Qiao, serve tea to the ladies."

Yan Qiao was still looking at the wall.

The dress Mrs. Huo chose was orange and yellow, with some large flowers as embellishments. The whole dress was a bit complicated and bloated...

This type of clothes is extremely picky, and they will only recommend it to customers with slim figures to try on.

As for Mrs. Huo's figure, if she puts it on...

Yan Qiao closed her eyes slightly - that would only make it look more bloated, two big for one person.

But who can make the lady happy?

Yan Qiao thought - maybe Mrs. Huo just likes to wear clothes that make her look fatter? Isn't this the one she's wearing?

Just as she was thinking, the tall and thin Madam Yi spoke again: "Shopkeeper Mo, bring the purple and green dress as well, so that I can try it on too."

After saying that, she measured her waist and said, "It seems to have grown a little bit recently. I don't know if I can still fit into the smallest clothes. Sigh - it's really worrying."

It’s true that she doesn’t like cotton cloth, but she likes to make things difficult for Mrs. Yi!

Yan Qiao looked up at the suit she had chosen again, then closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

have to.

Thin people should wear clothes that make them look thinner, so that their bones fit comfortably. Fat people should wear clothes that make them look fatter, so that they are satisfied when the clothes are tight.

She is just a shop assistant, what can she say?

She put away her expression and was about to invite the two people who were at odds with each other to the rest area, when she heard Mrs. Huo ask, "Mrs. Yu, don't you want to choose two sets of clothes to try on?"

Zhuang Zhiyun smiled and shook his head, "I won't argue with you. Well, the main reason is that when my child was drawing clothes in Tongan County, she made a lot of ready-made clothes for me and her father for us to wear in turn. You tell me, I only have one body, how can I wear them all?"

"Ouch!" Mrs. Huo shouted in an exaggerated voice, and walked over with her eyes wide open and said, "I didn't realize it until you told me. Isn't the dress you are wearing made of cotton?"

Zhuang Zhiyun smoothed the non-existent folds of her clothes and smiled gently, "Isn't it? My child even said that this was a pattern she made especially for me and asked me to wear it today. What do you think of this child..."

This statement may seem like a reproach, but in fact it is full of boasting.

Mrs. Huo smelled the scent and began to praise, "You mean, the clothes you are wearing are all designed by Nan Shu? Oh, what a talented girl! She is worthy of being the daughter of you and Master Yu. She has inherited all the advantages of both of you!"

Zhuang Zhiyun smiled and raised her hand to casually point at a few pieces of clothing, including the two sets that the two of them had chosen.

"These clothes were also drawn by Nan Shu. Well, the child likes them. What can we as parents do? Of course, as long as the child is happy, that's fine."

"That dress was also painted by Nan Shu?!" Mrs. Huo's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and she sighed, "I was wondering why it was so beautiful. It hooked my soul at first sight. No wonder..."