Fleeing from famine? Not a chance; the divine healer's wife made her fortune.

The art workshop's aspirations were thwarted when the art was passed down.

“We can build an art gallery!” Su Yunlan’s eyes gleamed with excitement, as if she could see the prosperous future of the art gallery.

“By bringing together all the artisans in the town and managing and selling their products in a unified manner, we can not only increase their income, but also allow more people to appreciate their exquisite skills.”

She could almost see an exquisite and elegant art gallery rising from the ground, filled with a dazzling array of handicrafts: exquisite bamboo baskets, lifelike wooden carvings, brightly colored embroidered screens...

Merchants from all over the world flocked to the site, vying to buy these exquisite works of art.

The artisans in the workshop beamed with happiness; their skills were recognized, and their lives were improved as a result.

"Jianyi Workshop?" Xiao Yuhan raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't understand business, he knew that Su Yunlan's ideas must be extraordinary.

"Tell me your specific thoughts."

Su Yunlan explained her plan in detail, from the selection of the art studio's location and the recruitment of personnel to the sales and promotion of products.

Xiao Yuhan nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of admiration.

Without hesitation, Su Yunlan first sought out Master Zhao, the inheritor of the craft.

Master Zhao's bamboo weaving skills are renowned far and wide, but he is aloof and does not like to socialize.

"Hello, Master Zhao." Su Yunlan greeted Master Zhao with a smile. "I have an idea that I'd like to discuss with you."

Master Zhao looked at Su Yunlan warily, his wrinkled face expressionless.

"What is it?" he asked indifferently, his hands continuing their work, the bamboo strips flying between his fingers, making a soft rustling sound.

"I want to establish an art workshop to bring together all the artisans in the town and develop together," Su Yunlan said, getting straight to the point.

“The craft workshop?” Master Zhao paused, a flicker of unease crossing his cloudy eyes. “No!” He raised his voice sharply, his tone resolute. “My craft is a family heirloom; it cannot be passed on to outsiders!”

The air froze instantly, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Master Zhao held the bamboo basket tightly in his hands, as if it were his last line of defense.

He looked at Su Yunlan warily, as if she were a robber trying to steal his precious treasure.

Su Yunlan had anticipated the resistance, so she calmly explained, "Master Zhao, you misunderstand. I didn't mean for you to pass on your skills..."

"Hmph!" Master Zhao ignored Su Yunlan's explanation and hid the bamboo basket behind his back. "I know what you people are thinking! You just want to steal my skills and make money for yourselves, don't you?"

Su Yunlan took a deep breath, trying to suppress her displeasure, and continued, "Master Zhao, you..."

"I don't want to hear anything!" Master Zhao rudely interrupted Su Yunlan. "Go away! Don't bother me anymore!" After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Master Zhao!" Su Yunlan stepped forward quickly and stopped him. "Please let me finish!" Master Zhao looked impatient and tried to walk around Su Yunlan, but she blocked his way.

At this moment, a young voice rang out from the crowd: "Master Zhao, I think Madam Su's suggestion is good!" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man dressed in coarse cloth clothes, but whose spirit could not be hidden, walk out.

It was Brother Sun who admired Master Zhao's skills and longed for a better future.

"Young Master Sun, what do you know!" Master Zhao glared at him irritably. "My skills are passed down from my ancestors; how can I show them to just anyone!" Young Master Sun replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Master Zhao, it is precisely because your skills are exquisite that more people should see them! The workshop that Madam Su mentioned can help our skills be better inherited and developed, and it can also help us earn more money and improve our lives!" His tone was sincere and fervent, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future.

Some of the younger artisans around nodded in agreement when they heard what Brother Sun said.

An atmosphere of hope spread among the crowd.

Su Yunlan glanced gratefully at Brother Sun, a warm feeling rising in her heart.

She knew that changing traditional views was no easy task. She turned to look at Xiao Yuhan, who had been standing silently beside her. His deep gaze was full of support and encouragement.

Their eyes met, and a subtle, ambiguous feeling flowed between them.

Xiao Yuhan gently grasped Su Yunlan's hand with his large, warm hand, offering her silent comfort and strength.

Su Yunlan squeezed his hand back, feeling a sense of security in her heart.

Su Yunlan turned to Master Zhao again, her tone even more resolute: "Master Zhao, times are changing, and we must change with them. The establishment of the craft workshop will not only preserve your skills but also allow them to flourish!" Master Zhao remained stubborn, scoffing, "I said no, and that's final! Don't waste your breath!" Just then, an aged voice came from the crowd: "Old man, what are you doing?"

Old Mrs. Zhou shakily squeezed out of the crowd, her wrinkled face filled with worry. Her withered hands gripped Master Zhao's arm tightly, her voice hoarse and weak: "Old man, we...we can't take the risk!" Her cloudy eyes were filled with fear, as if the art workshop were some kind of monstrous flood that would devour everything they had.

Mr. Zhao was already wavering, and hearing his wife's words made him even more worried.

He grasped Old Lady Zhou's cold hand in return, his tone firm: "I know, I know what you're worried about. But this family heirloom craft can't just be lost like this!" His voice trembled slightly, as if he were trying his best to suppress his inner unease.

Old Mrs. Zhou sighed. She understood her husband's thoughts all too well, but the current situation made them even more hesitant to try.

"But...but..." She hesitated, her worried gaze sweeping across everyone's faces before finally settling on Su Yunlan.

Although Su Yunlan was simply dressed, he exuded confidence and composure, which made her even more uneasy.

"But what is it?" Master Zhao pressed.

"What if... what if this art studio doesn't work out? What if we... what if we..." Old Mrs. Zhou didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood what she meant.

Now, his family barely makes a living relying on Master Zhao's skills. If the workshop fails, they will lose their only source of income.

Master Zhao's face grew even more somber. He pursed his lips and remained silent.

The oppressive atmosphere was like an invisible net, hanging over everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Young Master Xiao stepped out from the crowd, cleared his throat, and said, "Master Zhao, you could first draw up a confidentiality agreement with Madam Su to protect your skills from being passed on to outsiders."

These words immediately eased the tense atmosphere considerably.

Master Zhao's tense body relaxed slightly, a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and his gaze toward Young Master Xiao became more inquisitive.

Su Yunlan was overjoyed. She paused, her tone becoming even more sincere, "Think about it, if the art workshop really succeeds, your skills will not only be better preserved, but also..."

"Wait a minute," Master Zhao interrupted Su Yunlan, looking at Young Master Xiao with a hint of hesitation in his voice, "Is the confidentiality agreement... really useful?"

Su Yunlan approached Master Zhao again, her tone sincere, every word brimming with genuine hope: "Master Zhao, you see, the Art Workshop isn't trying to take away your craft, but rather to give it a new lease on life. Your skills are a treasure, and shouldn't be buried in this corner of the town. The Art Workshop can provide you with a broader platform, allowing more people to appreciate your unique craftsmanship, and can also tangibly improve your life." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the artisans around her, some expectant, some apprehensive, before continuing, "Moreover, this isn't just about you; it concerns the livelihoods and futures of everyone here. As long as we work together, we can definitely make the Art Workshop flourish."

Master Zhao's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his cloudy eyes shone with a complex light, showing both his dedication to upholding tradition and his faint hope for the future.

The air around them seemed to freeze; everyone held their breath, quietly awaiting his answer.

The fresh scent of bamboo mingled with the aroma of earth, sounding exceptionally clear in the silence.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling Zhao's weathered face, as if telling a story of wisdom and vicissitudes accumulated over the years.

He raised his rough hands and gently stroked the bamboo weaving in his hands, his fingertips tracing the texture of the bamboo strips, again and again, as if he were caressing his own child, or as if he were thinking about something important.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse but much calmer than before: "What you said... makes some sense."

Just when everyone thought Master Zhao was about to relent, a hurried voice broke the tense atmosphere: "It's bad! Madam Su! Boss Qian is spreading rumors outside, saying that you... saying that you came here to deceive people!"

Everyone was shocked to hear this, and their hopes were instantly extinguished.

Su Yunlan's expression changed slightly, her brows furrowed, and she looked at Xiao Yuhan beside her, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

Xiao Yuhan's eyes sharpened, and an invisible pressure emanated from him.

He held Su Yunlan's hand tightly, silently telling her that he would always stand by her side.

Su Yunlan nodded slightly, grasped his hand in return, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face. She looked into the distance, her voice steady and firm: "It seems that some people are eager to jump out."