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

Material shortages and difficulties, skillfully overcoming perilous obstacles

Su Yunlan frowned. The empty wooden crates in the warehouse seemed like black holes, swallowing the hope in her heart.

The finest silk threads, vibrant pigments, and exquisitely carved wood...

These lifelines that support the operation of the art studio have now been severed!

She must find a solution as soon as possible, otherwise the newly ignited flame of hope will be extinguished by this sudden cold wind.

She strode out of the warehouse, her eyes resolute, and began inquiring about the source of the materials.

Among the exiled group, some knew some herbal medicine, and some knew some simple carpentry, but what she needed were high-quality materials that could be used for fine craftsmanship.

She asked several older women, who shook their heads helplessly, pointing to their rough linen clothes: "Madam Su, we women don't need such expensive things. We usually just sew and mend with coarse cloth and linen thread."

She then found several young and strong men, most of whom did manual labor and knew very little about the source of these materials.

One of the men scratched his head and said in a simple and honest manner, "Madam Su, I do know a general store in town, but they only sell ordinary goods. I'm afraid you won't find what you need."

Su Yunlan's heart sank little by little. The air around her seemed to freeze, making it hard for her to breathe.

Is there really no other way?

Just then, a repulsive voice came: "Oh, isn't this Madam Su? I heard your art shop is in a bit of trouble?" Boss Qian, with his protruding belly and a fake smile on his face, slowly walked over.

His small eyes gleamed with a cunning light that instantly aroused disgust.

Alarm bells rang in Su Yunlan's mind. "Boss Qian is certainly well-informed," Su Yunlan said coldly, not responding to his words.

Boss Qian wasn't annoyed, and still said with a smile, "Madam Su, I heard you're short of materials. How about this, I still have some in stock here, the price... a little higher, what do you think?" He deliberately paused.

Su Yunlan suppressed her anger. She understood that Boss Qian was taking advantage of her misfortune.

Everyone in the art gallery was indignant, and Brother Sun couldn't help but mutter a curse: "That unscrupulous merchant, he's really kicking someone when they're down!"

The price quoted by Boss Qian was more than three times higher than the previous market price, which was undoubtedly an exorbitant demand.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath. The immense pressure surged like a tidal wave, but she did not show the slightest sign of panic.

“Mr. Qian,” Su Yunlan said calmly, but her eyes were sharp as knives, “your price is a bit too high, isn’t it?”

Mr. Qian smiled smugly: "Madam Su, things are valued for their rarity. In this world, if you want something good, you have to pay the corresponding price."

Su Yunlan ignored him and turned to look at Xiao Yuhan, her eyes filled with determination.

Xiao Yuhan gripped her hand tightly and gave her a resolute look.

"Sixth brother..." Su Yunlan said softly.

As expected of the Xiao family's business acumen, the Sixth Young Master Xiao brought good news in just half a day.

He ran over excitedly, his face beaming with joy: "Fourth Sister-in-law, it's done! I've contacted several suppliers from other places, and they have the goods you need!"

Su Yunlan's tense nerves instantly relaxed, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, and her joy was beyond words.

"Really? That's wonderful!" Her clear voice trembled slightly, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

The artisans in the workshop breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news.

The gloomy atmosphere vanished, replaced by ease and anticipation.

The wrinkles on Old Mrs. Zhou's face smoothed out, Miss Wu revealed a shy smile, and even Master Zhao, who had always been wary of Su Yunlan, couldn't help but show a look of relief.

The next morning, sunlight shone on the bluestone road, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth.

Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan went together to meet with the supplier.

Xiao Yuhan stood tall and straight, like an unyielding pine tree. He walked silently beside Su Yunlan, his imposing figure giving her a great sense of security.

Su Yunlan unconsciously moved closer to him, feeling the warmth emanating from him, and her tense mood gradually calmed down.

The carriage rumbled along, carrying them towards a teahouse outside the city.

Su Yunlan lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the scenery rushing past outside the window, her heart filled with anticipation.

This meeting is crucial to the future of the art gallery and the hopes of the exiled troops.

Inside the teahouse, several suppliers had been waiting for a long time.

They were dressed in fine clothes and their demeanor exuded the shrewdness of businessmen.

After Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan took their seats, they began exchanging pleasantries.

"Madam Su, I've long admired your name," one of the suppliers said, bowing slightly, his tone polite.

Su Yunlan smiled slightly and replied, "You flatter me. Everyone has come from afar. You must be tired."

After exchanging pleasantries, we got down to business.

Su Yunlan explained in detail the types and quantities of materials needed, and the suppliers listened attentively, nodding from time to time.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but Su Yunlan felt a lingering unease. This feeling arose when she saw one of the suppliers.

“Madam Su,” the supplier began, “we understand your requirements, but…” He paused, his gaze shifting between Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan, “This cooperation always comes with some conditions…” The supplier cleared his throat, took a sip of tea, and slowly said, “Madam Su, these are turbulent times, and supplies are tight, so the price… will naturally be higher than the previous market price. Furthermore, we need to receive full payment upfront to guarantee supply.” He paused, observing Su Yunlan’s reaction, and added, “In addition, we can only supply in limited quantities.”

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Zhou became agitated. She stood up abruptly, pointed at the supplier's nose, and cursed, "You're taking advantage of our misfortune! You made a promise before, why did you suddenly change your mind? We exiles, where would we get so much money!" Her rough hands trembled, and her voice became sharp and shrill with agitation.

The atmosphere in the teahouse instantly became tense, and the other suppliers chimed in, offering their own excuses and excuses.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, as if a single spark could ignite a fierce argument.

Su Yunlan felt a headache coming on. She rubbed her temples, took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm.

"Please calm down, everyone," Su Yunlan's clear voice rang out in the noisy teahouse, like a clear spring that instantly extinguished everyone's anger.

She stood up, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, her tone firm and confident: "I understand your difficulties, but our art studio isn't without sincerity. How about this, I can use some of our finished products as collateral and guarantee a long-term partnership with you all, what do you say?"

She took out several exquisite embroidered pieces from her bag. These embroidered pieces were made by her own hands, with fine stitches, exquisite and lifelike patterns, and a soft luster in the sunlight.

The suppliers took the embroidery, examined it carefully, and their eyes showed surprise and admiration.

They had initially thought the exiled man's skills were crude and unrefined, but they were surprised to find that they were actually quite exquisite.

"This..." The supplier who had spoken earlier hesitated. He had originally thought that Su Yunlan would compromise because of their harsh conditions, but he did not expect her to propose such a mutually beneficial solution.

He looked at the embroidery in his hand, then at Su Yunlan's confident smile, and his heart began to waver.

"Mrs. Su is indeed a straightforward person!" Another supplier was the first to speak up. He put the embroidery back on the table and laughed heartily, "I agree to your proposal! I believe that cooperating with Yifang will be a win-win deal."

With the support of the first person, the other suppliers also expressed their agreement.

Su Yunlan's intelligence and decisiveness earned them their respect and trust.

The old woman's previously tense face broke into a smile. She gratefully grasped Su Yunlan's hand, too moved to speak.

The renegotiated cooperation terms were quickly drafted, and both parties signed and sealed the contract.

Looking at the contract in her hand, Su Yunlan finally felt a huge weight lifted from her heart.

She knew that the crisis had been successfully resolved and the future of the art studio was full of hope.

"It's a pleasure to work with them," the suppliers responded, their faces beaming with genuine smiles.

Just then, Xiao Yuhan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "There's one more thing..."

The camel bells jingled as the caravan, laden with precious materials, slowly entered the art workshop.

The heavy wooden crates were unloaded from the carriage, and the moment they were opened, the colorful silk threads, the jewel-like pigments, and the fragrant wood made the craftsmen's eyes light up.

The oppressive atmosphere in the warehouse vanished, replaced by joy and anticipation.

Miss Wu carefully stroked the soft silk thread as if it were a precious treasure. A bright smile bloomed on her shy face: "Such fine silk thread can surely be used to embroider the most beautiful flowers!" She couldn't wait to pick up her needle and thread and begin to create the pattern of her dreams.

Master Zhao picked up a heavy piece of sandalwood, carefully examining the wood's grain. A satisfied smile appeared on his aged face, and his calloused hands gently stroked the wood as if he were touching a work of art.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, filled with creative passion. The carving knife in his hand seemed to come alive, dancing on the wood and carving out exquisite wood carvings.

Sun jumped up excitedly. He picked up a bright paint and started mixing various colors on the palette. His nimble fingers moved freely across the canvas, sketching vivid pictures, as if he wanted to incorporate all the beauty in the world into his works.

The workshop was filled with the clanging of hammers, the rustling of needles and thread, and the splattering of paint on canvas. These sounds intertwined to create a beautiful symphony of labor.

Every artisan was immersed in the joy of creation, their faces beaming with happiness, and their works were full of vitality, as if they wanted to preserve this hopeful spring forever.

Exquisite works of art are created from the hands of artisans, and the exhibition hall of the art studio is filled with a dazzling array of them.

Exquisite embroidery, lifelike wood carvings, and colorful paintings—each piece embodies the hard work and wisdom of the artisans, and each exudes a unique artistic charm.

The art gallery is full of life and vitality, like a huge treasure waiting to be discovered by the world.

However, just as Art Gallery was preparing to launch these new works to the market, it received a shocking message.

Young Master Xiao rushed into the art shop, his face pale, and said urgently, "Fourth Sister-in-law, something terrible has happened! There are a lot of counterfeit products on the market, and... and they are all slandering our art shop, saying that our works are inferior and the prices are ridiculously low!"

The teacup in Su Yunlan's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.