The Leisurely Life of a Peasant Woman in the Tang Dynasty

Tang Youyou stood in the middle of the workshop, the sunlight shining on her through the high windows, outlining her confident figure.

"From today on," she said in a clear and powerful voice, "the workshop will establish the 'New Inheritance Policy'! Any young person with innovative ideas, as long as the plan is feasible, will receive generous rewards and have the opportunity to lead the project!" The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and the young apprentices' eyes sparkled with excitement, rubbing their hands, eager to try.

Fu Wenyuan was so excited that his face turned red. He had always had a bold idea, and now he finally had the opportunity to realize it.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the workshop and even into the city.

Young people flocked to Tang Youyou's workshop, eager to show their skills.

However, undercurrents are surging beneath the calm surface of the lake.

Some old craftsmen gathered together, frowning.

Master Liu sighed heavily, and the pipe in his hand knocked against the ground, making a dull sound.

"This... this is outrageous! How can we change the rules passed down by our ancestors?" Another old craftsman echoed, "Yeah, young people are clumsy, innovation? Can innovation compare to decades of accumulated experience?" In the end, they decided to jointly find Tang Youyou's eldest brother, Brother Tang, the patriarch of the Tang family and the nominal person in charge of the workshop, hoping to stop this "turmoil."

Brother Tang sat in the main room, holding the joint letter in his hand, his face gloomy.

The words of the old craftsmen echoed in his ears. He was well aware of their contributions to the workshop and their adherence to tradition.

However, he also saw the vitality that Tang Youyou brought, and the thriving scene of the workshop made him unable to ignore it.

"Brother," Tang Youyou pushed the door open and saw the letter in Brother Tang's hand at a glance, "Did they go to find you?" Brother Tang sighed and handed the letter to Tang Youyou.

"Youyou, this..." He hesitated to speak, and finally just shook his head, "You... Sigh..." After reading the letter, Tang Youyou showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes became firm.

"Brother, I know what you are worried about." She walked up to Brother Tang, her tone calm and powerful, "But times are changing, and we must change too. Without destruction, there is no construction. Only innovation can make the workshop go further." Brother Tang looked at Tang Youyou's determined eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the workshop...

The cause of the commotion was that Miss Wang and a group of people stormed into the workshop in a menacing manner.

With a sarcastic smile on her face, she shouted, "Hey, isn't this the eldest daughter of the Tang family? I heard you're planning some 'new inheritance strategy', it's hilarious! Just a bunch of country bumpkins like you want to innovate? Aren't you afraid of hurting your back?"

Miss Wang is the owner of another larger workshop in the city. She has always regarded Tang Youyou as a competitor and has suppressed her everywhere.

When she heard that Tang Youyou was going to implement a "new inheritance policy" this time, she felt that this was a great opportunity to undermine Tang Youyou's prestige and poach her craftsmen.

Facing Miss Wang's provocation, Tang Youyou did not get angry. Instead, she smiled faintly: "Miss Wang, it is not your turn to dictate the affairs of my Tang family workshop."

"Oh, you're quite arrogant!" Miss Wang snorted coldly, "I just came here to see what you're up to! Don't let this all end in vain!"

At this moment, Fu Wenyuan stood up.

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Ms. Wang, you said we don't understand innovation, then I will show you what real innovation is!" He pointed to the new textile machine model he designed and explained it passionately.

He skillfully combined traditional craftsmanship with new mechanical principles, and designed a textile machine that was more efficient and easier to operate.

His confident speech not only excited the young apprentices around him, but also made some old craftsmen begin to waver, with surprise and thought flashing in their eyes.

At the same time, Master Zhuang was also promoting the workshop's "new inheritance strategy" in the school.

He vividly described the generous rewards and development opportunities provided by the workshop, inspiring many young students to yearn for the workshop.

When the news reached the old craftsmen who opposed it, they felt unprecedented pressure.

Miss Wang looked at all this and her expression became more and more ugly.

She originally wanted to see Tang Youyou make a fool of herself, but unexpectedly it became Fu Wenyuan's stage.

She snorted coldly, swept away her sleeves, and left behind a meaningful sentence: "Okay, Tang Youyou, we'll see!"

Late at night, Tang Youyou stood by the window, looking at the flickering lights in the distance, her eyes firm and deep.

She gently opened the door...

Tang Youyou gently pushed open the door and did not return to her room. Instead, she walked towards the yard where the old craftsmen lived.

She knocked on every door and invited the old craftsmen to the meeting room of the workshop.

In the night, the dim light illuminated Tang Youyou's sincere face. She spoke eloquently, describing the various challenges and changes the workshop had experienced as it grew from a small workshop to its current size.

She did not avoid the difficulties caused by sticking to the old ways, nor did she exaggerate the benefits of innovation. Instead, she spoke with facts and proved them with data.

The tense faces of some old craftsmen slowly relaxed, and they began to seriously consider Tang Youyou's words, with a flicker of hesitation in their eyes.

However, there are still some old craftsmen who insist on opposing it.

They believe that the rules passed down by their ancestors cannot be changed, and innovation is a betrayal of tradition.

They gathered together and said in a tough tone that if Tang Youyou insisted on implementing the "new inheritance policy", they would go on strike collectively.

The atmosphere in the workshop suddenly became tense, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Tang Youyou didn't get angry, nor did she compromise. She just listened quietly, her eyes deep, as if she was brewing something.

Back in her room, Tang Youyou stood in front of the window, looking at the dark night sky, lost in thought.

She knew that verbal persuasion alone was not enough, and that more effective methods must be used to break the deadlock and revitalize the workshop.

She took out a pen and paper and began to write and draw on the paper. One plan after another emerged in her mind, and she rejected them one by one.

Time passed minute by minute, the sky outside the window gradually turned pale, but the light in Tang Youyou's room was still on.

At the same time, the conservative old craftsmen also gathered together, anxiously waiting for Tang Youyou's next move.

They exchanged glances, their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the tranquility of the early morning...

Master Liu pushed open the door of the meeting room and said firmly, "I support Miss Tang!"