Dressed as a young lady, she became rich by relying on Pinxixi

Xu Siyu has the information about the ladies corresponding to each embroidery. Compared with the consumption of the visitors in Jiangyu Pavilion, this is the biggest reason why Mrs. Hong asked her to undertake the event even if it meant losing money.

When such a list is handed to Xu Siyu, she should learn how to use it.

Thinking of Mrs. Hong's care, Xu Siyu said considerately: "When you leave, I will ask Yu Niang to make you a cup of my freshly dried rose tea." This was a promise.

Dark red roses, these are the seeds Xu Siyu got from Pinduoduo. She grew a lot of them in her small garden. Xu Siyu does not have the freeze-drying technology, so she just uses this small garden as a cover to resell Pinduoduo's goods.

"How about that? Each rose camellia costs one ounce, but it's your secret recipe. Can you give me some more?"

They wanted people and tea. Mrs. Hong and Xu Siyu were no longer polite.

The two continued to admire and came to the embroidery that attracted the most people.

There was only a light red peony on the snow-white silk, with petals layered on top of each other, the red gradually fading away, and a tender yellow stamen in the center, as if it was really blooming on the silk, elegant and lively.

"Among all the flowers, none can compare to this one. It is cut from the clouds, covered with snow and dipped in cinnabar... It is not easy to know its natural beauty, and it is difficult to surpass its elegance..." Many noble ladies were also well-read and expressed their admiration in poetry.

This single flower without branches or leaves perfectly expresses the beauty and nobility of the king of flowers.

Seeing that the chip box under the embroidery was full, Xu Siyu quickly signaled the waiter to take one more and put it aside.

"Madam Wang, you have a keen eye. Could you please tell me what makes this embroidery better than others?"

Mrs. Hong pulled Xu Siyu to the center of the crowd, wanting her to show herself in front of Mrs. Wang.

"Mrs. Hong." Madam Wang nodded slightly in their direction and said teasingly, "I know you have a keen eye. Don't say you didn't recognize this Shu embroidery."

"Oh, I saw it when I got closer. It's so exquisite, it looks like it's alive..."

What Xu Siyu admires most about Mrs. Hong is that she can open her mouth without feeling embarrassed.

"I've looked around, and this one takes the first place!" Mrs. Hong cast her last bamboo chip at Mrs. Wang's smile, then invited Mrs. Wang to the elegant seat on the second floor, and whispered to Xu Siyu to make rose tea and chat with them.

When Mrs. Wang left, she ordered twenty rose teas.

Mrs. Hong smiled and walked away, then she pulled Xu Siyu aside and said, "Have you figured out who she is?"

"The eldest lady of the Wang family in Wanglan Residence, Fucheng."

"Madam Wang, nothing can be accomplished without literary grace and elegance. I'll let her stay in your pavilion for a quarter of an hour. Do you know how many ladies will be asking what you used here? You must arrange for someone to deliver the flower tea, and also prepare a gift..."

Mrs. Hong held Xu Siyu's hand and taught her various details in a fragmented manner.

From a certain perspective, Mrs. Hong is like a mother, who has been teaching Xu Siyu the ways of the world.

If Jiangyu Pavilion is a place of literature and art open to everyone, then Wanglanju in the city is a well-known garden of literature and books.

Wang Changxing, the owner of Wanglanju, was a great poet and painter in Heqing Prefecture. His father was once the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and was later demoted to the Heqing Prefecture in the southwest to serve as a professor in the prefectural school.

After the Wang family moved to Heqing Prefecture, in order to promote the atmosphere of poetry and literature, they specially bought a large piece of vacant land near the Confucian Temple and the city wall of the prefecture, and renovated it into a Jiangnan garden, providing a poetic study residence for the students of the prefecture.

On weekdays, Wanglanju is a place where students and scholars discuss learning, and they need to bring their writing materials and theories with them when entering and leaving.

It can be said that Wanglanju, like Nanshan Chongzheng Academy, holds the cultural heritage of Heqing Prefecture.

The difference is that one is in the mountains and the other is in the city.

Xu Siyu personally delivered the goods to the Shangwang residence of the Heqing Mansion, bringing with her twenty carefully packaged dark red roses and a pot of flourishing cymbidium orchids.

"The flowers are beautiful, and the fragrance is refreshing. You've taken excellent care of this pot of flowers. After all, the craftsmen in my Huifang Garden are not as refined and thoughtful as Miss Xu."

"Madam, you are too kind. I have chosen this one from among hundreds of plants, and I dare not show it to you."

"If you send this lush plant of yours to the capital, trim it a bit, and sell it for a thousand taels, there will be no shortage of buyers. I spend twenty taels on your tea, and you give me a pot of flowers worth a hundred taels. Miss Xu, this deal isn't worth it."

"Orchids are originally grasses. If you put them in the countryside, people will be willing to climb mountains and cross rivers to dig up those seedlings for a few cents. I've only carefully nurtured them for a while, even if I applied a few ounces of fertilizer. If there's no one like you who has a discerning eye for orchids, I'd be happy to sell them for ten ounces of silver."

Mrs. Wang had met many people, so she naturally knew that Xu Siyu was trying to curry favor with her.

However, this pot of orchids really touched her heart and she was reluctant to give it away.

"A new family has moved to Fu Nan from Fujian. The old man is fond of narcissus. If you have any good ones, please send them to me. I will owe you a favor."

When you flatter someone, they also have someone to flatter.

Xu Siyu agreed and took the thirty taels of silver handed to her by Mrs. Wang, but she also had new plans for the Wang family.

The Wang family is well-known, but their treasury should have been empty long ago, otherwise Mrs. Wang would not owe her a favor just to save money.

The journey from Changjia County to Heqing Prefecture took two and a half days one way, and five days round trip. Xu Siyu felt that the trip was a torture after such a bumpy journey.

The carriage hurried towards Changjia County. The sun was setting in the west and dusk was falling. They would be home in another two or three quarters of an hour.

Unexpectedly, they were forced to stop on the way to the corner of Cuihua Mountain.

"Aunt, someone is stopping the car." With Xu Chengyuan's voice, Xu Siyu's body leaned forward. Fortunately, she grabbed the handrail of the car and did not fall all over.

"What do you want to do?" Xu Chengyuan stepped forward and questioned the people who stopped the carriage, while his big, thick hands pressed on the hatchet at his waist.

Xu Chengyuan is now the captain of the security team. He has just been appointed by his aunt and has regained some recognition in the Xu family. Xu Siyu is about to get into trouble under his nose, and he really can't survive. Therefore, he still shows great momentum when he goes alone.

"We don't intend to do anything. May I ask if the person in the carriage is Miss Xu, the owner of Xu's Workshop?"

In the carriage, Xu Siyu frowned. She had rented a carriage for her trip, and there was no sign of Xu's Workshop, so no one should recognize it.

Did he come here specifically to protect her? Who did she offend?

In response to the outside inquiry, she said coldly, "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"

"Miss Xu, our eldest lady has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come out and see her."

"Which family's eldest daughter? My family's Jiangyu Pavilion is not far ahead. I wonder if your eldest daughter would be willing to come and have a visit?"

Being so mysterious, it was no wonder she suspected he had bad intentions.