Shocking! In this matriarchal society, every man wants to marry me!

Zhongtian had always suspected that there were other time travelers in this world, because the glass she had sold was not made with the technology of this era, and the cotton that appeared in the outskirts of the capital was from South America. It was clear that someone had gone on a great voyage and brought cotton from South America back.

Today, someone came to his door, and Zhongtian felt half happy and half worried.

Standing outside the Zhong residence was a woman with a cold and aloof expression. Her long hair covered half of her face, and she wore a black dress that completely covered her body. Zhong Tian looked her over carefully and noticed that even her hands were covered with black gloves.

"You're the one who gave me the note?"

The woman nodded slightly, her voice a little hoarse: "My name is Ye Qing. His Majesty sent me to help you."

"My name is Zhong Tian."

“I know you. As soon as your Shunning Express came out, I knew we were from the same hometown.”

Zhongtian pondered the title in her heart, but did not admit it. It was somewhat foolish for a fellow villager to be someone who could betray her, and now to be so open and honest with her.

Zhongtian personally welcomed Ye Qing into the mansion and prepared food for her.

Although the moon was high in the sky outside, the room was quite dark. Zhongtian picked up a candle and prepared to light it, but Ye Qing blew it out with a puff and said to the somewhat surprised Zhongtian, "There's no need to light a candle. I'm not used to it. The moon is high in the sky, let's talk by the moonlight."

Nakata nodded in understanding.

"His Majesty has ordered us to sell all the cotton in Qingfeng Town within a month. Manual labor is too slow. I have designed a spinning machine that can increase the efficiency of manual labor by eight times. With reduced labor, the cost will be lower."

Zhong Tianxinxi thought that this fellow time traveler should be a science and crafts genius, who could not only make glass but also draw textile machines, unlike her, who could not do anything and was a disgrace to her fellow time travelers.

"Ye Qing, you should rest well at home today. We'll go on a field trip together tomorrow."

"Okay." Ye Qing nodded.

Nakata gently closed the door, plunging the room into darkness. Nakata thought to herself that her compatriot must have experienced some unbearable past events.

Turning his head, Xia Muning saw a lamp waiting outside. He noticed that his wife seemed troubled today, and that she had brought this strange woman into the mansion and treated her warmly upon their first meeting.

Zhong Tian smiled and told Xia Muning about what happened today: "Although today's events were coincidental, His Majesty should have known about my arrival in the capital and wanted to test my abilities."

Xia Muning looked at Zhong Tian: "My lady, is there anything I can do to help?"

Zhongtian touched her sleeve, wanting to give Xia Muning the little fox she had casually woven, but found nothing. She touched Xia Muning's hand: "I do have something I need your help with!" After saying that, she pulled Xia Muning towards the bedroom.

Xia Muning's face flushed red as she thought of something, and she hurriedly followed Zhong Tian back to the bedroom, her eyes darting around.

Zhong Tian sat at the table, looking at Xia Muning with a serious expression. He picked up a pen and paper, glanced at the paper, and drew a stroke.

Has his clueless wife finally figured it out? Is she going to paint a portrait of her beautiful wife? Xia Muning immediately straightened his posture, thinking that even if she paints him ugly, he'll still praise him properly.

When Nakata showed him the painting, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't find the words to praise it.

The person Nakata drew did look about 80% like him, and was extremely cute, but people don't actually look like that. The legs were so short and the eyes were so big, it was quite strange.

"what is this?"

"Cotton doll".

"cute?"

"……cute."

Zhongtian took out another piece of paper and drew his own cotton doll. Xia Muning didn't feel anything special when she saw her own, but she was really happy to see Zhongtian's.

"I originally thought that Mu Ning, you are so beautiful, making a cartoon doll of you would definitely be a bestseller, but as I was drawing, I couldn't bear to part with it. I'll just enjoy your beauty by myself, you see."

Nakata placed the two pieces of paper together and put them under the candlelight. The candlelight shone through the thin paper, giving the two little figures a golden edge.

“Look, our dolls are finished. They look so perfect together!” Xia Muning gently touched Zhong Tian’s face on the note, but his gaze was fixed on Zhong Tian’s profile. His eyes were filled with joy. He smiled and said, “I really like this doll. I made it myself.”

"it is good."

Although Zhongtian changed his mind halfway through and was unwilling to use Xia Muning's portrait, the cotton doll was actually a pretty good idea.

Zhongtian pondered for a long time, unsure of what to use. With Xia Muning's warm and soft body beside him, his mind became completely muddled, and he lost all his complicated thoughts.

The next morning, Xia Muning took Ye Qing to Qingfeng Town, a town not far from the outskirts of Beijing.

Qingfeng Town has more than 1000 households, all of which mainly grow cotton. Now that the cotton cannot be sold, the people all look very distressed.

A man was selling cotton cloth he had woven himself along the street. Zhongtian walked up to a stall and asked, "Grandpa, how much is this?"

"A bolt of cotton cloth costs half a tael of silver."

"So expensive?"

Upon hearing this, the old man objected: "How can you talk like that, young girl? You have no idea how tiring it is to pick cotton. This cotton cloth is spun by the men of the family working day and night for several days without sleep. Although this cotton cloth is not as pretty as silk, it is extremely warm, durable, and very useful!"

A merchant next to her spat and said, "What's the use if it's good but can't be sold? Little girl, don't listen to her. Look at mine. I have three bolts of cotton cloth for only one ounce."

"You're stealing my business!" The two started by hurling insults at each other, which escalated into a physical fight.

Zhongtian and Ye Qing exchanged a glance and immediately left this place of trouble.

The two found a restaurant in town, ordered several dishes, and chatted as they ate. "Ye Qing, is there anything wrong with the principle behind your textile machine?"

Ye Qing nodded: "No problem. As long as it can be produced in large quantities, it can be used directly in production."

Five days later, the first batch of textile machines was produced. After the textile machines were produced, a large number of workers were needed to carry out textile operations.

Zhongtian thought he could hire both men and women, but after shouting all day, all that came were timid, ugly, old and weak men. They would warily ask the shopkeeper if he was a man or a woman, and when they heard that he was a woman, they hesitated for a moment and then left.

When Zhongtian was in Yangcheng, he had not encountered this problem. Now that he was in an unfamiliar place, Zhongtian had become a malicious outsider.

Zhongtian took a wooden board and wrote on it: If someone comes to work at her house, buy her cotton first.

After the notice was posted, it wasn't until nightfall that a woman led a group of men over. The leader, Zhou Qiao, was a capable-looking woman in her thirties. "Manager, is what the notice says true?"