The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

Hearing these "complaints", An Lingrong, Shen Pingchuan and Song Jiashu laughed so hard that their teeth were showing.

Several people didn't even have time to eat, they took out the account books and started to reconcile the accounts.

Each of the four shops sold nearly a thousand pieces of cloth, and after deducting the costs, the profit was five or six hundred taels.

"Hiss—" Several people gasped at the same time, staring at each other, unable to speak for a moment.

An Lingrong was the first to come back to her senses. She tapped the account book lightly with her fingertips and said with a smile, "Today is only the first day. Most of the people who come to buy cloth are from the nearby neighbors. Once the word gets out, customers from surrounding prefectures and counties will also come in one after another. Business will only get better."

Sun Heyin's spirits brightened as she quickly approached them, clasping her hands together and bowing. "Brothers and sisters, could you help me look after the shop for a few more days? I..."

Before she could finish her words, Shen Yunfei jumped up and said, "No, no! Shopkeeper Sun, we agreed that you would be in charge of the store management and we would just be helping out temporarily!"

Wang Yu also nodded repeatedly, with a determined look on his face: "I am responsible for purchasing raw materials. There are a lot of things waiting for me in the warehouse."

Liu Zhu also quickly agreed: "I won't go either. I have to stay at home to take care of Sister Rong."

Sun Heyin: ...

Seeing them like this, An Lingrong couldn't help but laugh. She said gently, "Alright, you guys just have to work hard for a few more days to help Ah Yin. Once business stabilizes, you won't have to be so busy anymore."

A few people looked at each other, and finally nodded reluctantly.

Shen Yunfei sighed: "Forget it, forget it, who made me soft-hearted. But Manager Sun, you have to treat us to a good meal!"

Sun Heyin's face lit up immediately, and she hurriedly picked up the teapot to refill everyone's tea. "Of course, of course! We'll have the best meal at Deyue Tower!"

An Lingrong continued, "Actually, the business at the shop is only a small part of the bottom line. The real big picture depends on how much customers buy. Our fabrics have become famous today. In a few days, customers from all over will start to place orders. Only then will the true outcome be revealed."

When everyone heard this, anticipation lit up in their eyes.

A few days later, An Lingrong invited Song Jiashu and Shen Pingchuan to the workshop.

The entire workshop is well-organized and divided into three major areas, each of which is busy but does not interfere with each other.

A spacious courtyard had been set aside on the east side, specifically for the transportation of cotton and linen raw materials. Dozens of wheelbarrows were already lined up in a long queue, and the farmers pushing them gathered in groups of three or four, chatting casually. Their faces showed no signs of anxiety, but rather a relaxed smile.

The guy who inspected the goods was very skillful. He opened the sack, pinched the cotton wool, pulled out a few strands of flax and twisted them. After confirming the quality, he led them to the corresponding queue to line up for weighing.

After weighing, you will receive a slip of paper with a red seal on it. You only need to take the slip to the accounting office and you can exchange it for silver on the spot without any delay.

A gray-haired old man clutched the copper coins he had just received and smiled from ear to ear: "This workshop is really honest! In the past, selling to other companies would always take three to five days, but here we pay in cash! I'll come here again next time to sell!"

The production area is in the middle of the workshop.

Ten spacious workshops are arranged in a checkerboard pattern, three for spinning and seven for weaving, each accommodating a hundred people working simultaneously. Every ten people are assigned a team leader, responsible for checking the quality of the fabric and coordinating progress. If a novice is unskilled, the team leader will personally demonstrate. Despite the busyness of the workshop, there's no chaos.

Before entering the door, I could hear the creaking sound of the loom inside.

When I pushed the door open, I saw the weavers sitting in front of the loom, threading the shuttle with nimble hands and feet, their movements as skillful as flowing water.

"The boss is here!" Someone shouted. Several Weaver Girls looked up and saw that it was An Lingrong. They greeted her with a smile, but their hands did not stop.

An Lingrong asked gently, "Is the work going well?"

"It works very well! It works very well!" A round-faced woman in her thirties smiled until her eyes curved into crescents. Her hands kept moving while she spoke cheerfully, "This new and improved loom works much better than the old one! The pedals are light, the shuttle is smooth, and I can weave all day without any back or leg pain."

Several weaver girls nearby also echoed: "Yes, yes, the wages are 30% higher than other places!"

"The boss treats us well, so we naturally have to work harder!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of agreement in the workshop.

The weavers' hands were spinning the shuttles non-stop, but they all had smiles on their faces and were chatting with each other about personal matters.

"That's right!" Aunt Wang, the oldest, threaded her shuttlecock quickly, her eyes gleaming with joy. "Last month, when I got my wages, my wife actually asked me if I wanted some new clothes for the first time."

The younger daughter-in-law of the Li family smiled, her hands moving without a second thought. "My mother-in-law now rushes to help me light the stove every morning. She even specially steamed a bowl of egg custard yesterday, saying it would nourish me."

The creaking sound of the loom and the cheerful laughter intertwined together to compose a unique melody.

The sunlight streamed in through the carved window lattices, making the flying cotton wool appear crystal clear, as if adding a touch of fairy air to the bustling scene.

An Lingrong looked for a while and then continued to inspect the workshop.

To the west was the finished product area, with tall warehouses neatly arranged and ample transport corridors reserved. Several horse-drawn carriages were parked at the warehouse entrances, and the men were loading bales of cloth onto the carriages with brisk movements.

"Is this batch going to be delivered to the shop or to the merchants?" An Lingrong asked the manager beside her.

"Master, it's from a merchant," the steward replied respectfully. "We'll deliver the goods to the shop this evening so they can be sold the next day. The merchant's order is booked for three months from now, and the cloth will be shipped as soon as it's woven. As you ordered, each piece of cloth is stamped with our seal, so there won't be any mistakes."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work!"

After reading this, An Lingrong, Song Jiashu and Shen Pingchuan came to the study in the backyard.

Shen Pingchuan took out the account book and spread it in front of her.

An Lingrong was no longer sensitive to numbers. After glancing at them for a few seconds, she said, "Brother, Lord Song, I've already written to the Empress Dowager. Fifty percent of the profits from this workshop will be nationalized by the Interwoven Manufacturing Office. The remaining fifty percent will be shared between the Empress Dowager and the Imperial Noble Consort Dowager, each with ten percent. The remaining twenty percent will be divided equally between my cousin, A'yin, Liuzhu, and Wang Yu. As for the two of you..."

She glanced at the two of them, "You are officials appointed by the court, so it is not convenient for you to directly share the profits. However, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor will certainly remember your contributions."

"I dare not!" They both bowed simultaneously, "Serving the court is our duty."

An Lingrong chuckled softly, "Alright, alright. I understand your ideals of serving the country and its people. But I won't treat you unfairly. When the dividends are distributed at the end of the year, I'll personally give you a big red envelope."

Hearing the joke, they both laughed happily.

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[My Dao heart is broken. I'll update another chapter later. ??????????? ]