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

Textile innovation encounters obstacles, but initial breakthrough in the predicament.

Su Yunlan unfolded the letter in her hand. There was only one short line on it, but it weighed on her heart like a boulder: "Be careful of Boss Qian's revenge." The ink was still slightly damp, indicating that it had just been written.

She repeatedly stroked the rough paper, her mind racing as she pondered what methods Mr. Qian would use to retaliate.

Could they make a comeback?

Her brows were furrowed, and a shadow of gloom hung over her beautiful face.

The relaxed atmosphere in the room fell silent as her expression turned serious.

Xiao Yuhan keenly sensed Su Yunlan's unease. He put down his teacup, walked to her side, and his tall figure was like a reliable wall. "What's wrong?" he asked in a deep voice with a hint of worry.

Young Master Xiao Jiu also stopped what he was doing, busy organizing the account books, and leaned over to ask with concern.

Su Yunlan handed the letter to Xiao Yuhan, who quickly scanned the words on it, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Young Master Xiao leaned closer, quickly read through the contents, and exclaimed in surprise, "This Boss Qian is really persistent!" The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.

Just then, a commotion arose outside, growing louder as it approached, accompanied by sharp arguing.

Su Yunlan gestured for Xiao Yuhan to put the letter away, then got up and walked outside. When she reached the workshop, she saw Master Zhou standing among the craftsmen, his face contorted with rage. Spittle flew from his mouth as he pointed at the dismantled textile machine on the ground and roared, "Look at this! This is her so-called improvement! She's turned perfectly good machines into something unrecognizable! She's going to ruin our livelihoods!" His voice was hoarse and high-pitched, like that of a wounded wild beast.

The atmosphere in the workshop was extremely tense. The originally busy craftsmen stopped what they were doing and stood aside in silence.

Only Miss Sun seemed somewhat unconvinced; her young face was filled with longing and resentment.

Su Yunlan stepped forward, looked calmly at Master Zhou, and said softly, "Master Zhou, I understand your insistence on traditional craftsmanship, but I improved the machine so that everyone can weave better cloth faster and with less effort, not to ruin everyone's livelihood."

Upon hearing this, Master Zhou's anger intensified. He pointed at Su Yunlan's nose and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! What do you know about textiles? You're just a young girl who knows how to make a mess! Our ancestors have always done it this way, why should we listen to you?"

His tone was full of distrust and rejection, even tinged with anger.

Su Yunlan tried to explain further, but Master Zhou didn't give her a chance. He stuck out his neck and roared, "Anyway, I don't agree! Anyone who dares to use this broken machine is going against me, Master Zhou!"

Looking at Master Zhou's stubborn appearance, Su Yunlan felt a deep sense of helplessness and headache. She looked around at the craftsmen, and many of them had hesitation and uncertainty in their eyes.

Su Yunlan did not continue to forcefully persuade Master Zhou, but turned and left.

She walked away swiftly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation, her silhouette appearing exceptionally long in the afterglow of the setting sun.

This sudden action stunned everyone present.

Master Zhou opened his mouth wide, his prepared long speech stuck in his throat, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

The workshop was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the rustling of the wind blowing through the fabric, as if mocking Master Zhou's predicament.

Su Yunlan returned to her room and took out an exquisite wooden box from her spatial storage.

Open the box, and inside are bolts of brightly colored, soft fabric.

These fabrics are samples she brought from modern times, and each piece represents the highest level of textile technology.

She picked up a piece of dark blue silk and examined it closely in the setting sun.

The silk has a flowing, watery sheen and a delicate, smooth texture that makes it irresistible to touch.

"Miss Sun," Su Yunlan called out, and Miss Sun, who was standing at the door, immediately came in.

Su Yunlan handed the silk in her hand to Miss Sun, "Take a look at this."

Miss Sun carefully took the silk, and her eyes lit up the moment her fingertips touched the smooth surface.

She gently stroked the fabric, as if she were touching a precious work of art.

"How...how was this made?" Miss Sun's voice was filled with amazement.

"Use the improved textile machine." A slight smile appeared on Su Yunlan's lips.

Miss Sun's eyes were filled with longing, "I want to learn too!"

Su Yunlan nodded, "As long as you are willing to learn, I will definitely teach you everything I know."

Hearing the commotion, the other young craftsmen also gathered around, curiously examining the silk in Miss Sun's hands.

Their eyes shone with anticipation for the new technology.

"This fabric is so beautiful! It's much better than what we weave!"

"Yes, I wish we could weave fabric like that too!"

"Lady Su, we want to learn too!"

Master Zhou stood outside the crowd, watching this scene with a grim expression.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Su Yunlan opened the wooden box in her hand, revealing more exquisite fabrics.

The vibrant colors, blooming like flowers in spring, attracted everyone's attention.

"These were all woven using an improved textile machine." Su Yunlan's clear and powerful voice echoed in the workshop.

A gasp of amazement erupted from the crowd as the young craftsmen...

“Master Zhou,” Su Yunlan said calmly, looking at Master Zhou, “would you like to take a look as well?”

Master Zhou didn't speak, but stared intently at the fabrics, his lips trembling slightly.

As the sun set, its golden rays bathed Su Yunlan, as if draping her in a holy glow.

She stood there, like a goddess, radiating confidence and charm.

"Tomorrow, I will demonstrate how to use the new textile machine in the workshop," Su Yunlan said firmly and forcefully. "I hope everyone can come."

After saying that, she turned and left, leaving the crowd talking amongst themselves.

Seeing Su Yunlan being scolded by Master Zhou, Xiao Yuhan felt a surge of anger and wanted to rush up and teach this stubborn old man a lesson.

But he knew that brute force wouldn't solve the problem; it would only make things worse.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, walked to Su Yunlan's side, and gently took her hand.

Su Yunlan's hands were a little cold, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

She felt the warmth of Xiao Yuhan's palm, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. She looked at him gratefully.

Xiao Yuhan returned a firm look, as if to say, "Don't worry, I'm here." The surrounding craftsmen looked on with envy at the sight.

The young women whispered among themselves.

This affectionate gesture was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Master Zhou's face grew even uglier. He snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Zhao Bushang sat in his luxurious shop, playing with a string of crystal-clear jade beads in his hand, a smug smile on his face.

He had just received news that Su Yunlan wanted to improve the textile machines and expand production.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

He figured that as long as he controlled the supply of raw materials, he could make a hefty profit off Su Yunlan.

Thinking of this, his smile became even brighter.

He could almost see Su Yunlan in a state of utter chaos, and his heart was filled with smug satisfaction.

"Someone, go and inform all raw material suppliers that starting tomorrow, the price of all fabric raw materials will increase by 30%!" Zhao the cloth merchant's voice was full of smugness, as if victory was in his grasp.

The news quickly reached Su Yunlan's ears.

She put down her teacup, her brows furrowing slightly.

That Zhao the cloth merchant is truly a persistent ghost!

She had long anticipated that he would interfere, but she didn't expect him to act so quickly.

"Looks like I'll have to go to the countryside." Su Yunlan

The morning sun shines on the fields, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth.

Su Yunlan rode in a horse-drawn carriage, enduring a bumpy ride, until she arrived at the village.

Under a big tree at the village entrance, a group of farm women gathered, chatting about everyday life while their hands were constantly doing needlework.

As soon as Su Yunlan stepped off the carriage, she attracted their attention.

"Madam, who are you?" an elderly peasant woman asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"I'm here to buy cotton," Su Yunlan said with a smile. "I've heard that your area is rich in high-quality cotton, and I'd like to establish a long-term partnership."

The peasant women immediately became interested upon hearing this.

They chattered excitedly as they introduced their homegrown cotton to Su Yunlan, their voices filled with pride.

Su Yunlan listened patiently, occasionally asking questions such as yield and planting methods.

“Aunt Liu, I’d like to try a new planting method that can increase yield. Would you like to give it a try?” Su Yunlan turned to a dark-skinned, sturdy peasant woman.

The farmer, Liu, hesitated. "A new method? Our ancestors have been farming this way for generations. Will it work?"

“Of course it can work,” Su Yunlan said confidently. “I guarantee that the cotton grown using the new method will yield at least 20% more. Moreover, I will also provide a certain amount of compensation.”

Upon hearing this, Liu's eyes lit up. "Really? Then... then I'll give it a try!"

Seeing this, other female farmers also expressed their willingness to try the new planting method.

Su Yunlan was overjoyed; it seemed the first step of the plan had succeeded.

She took some seeds and fertilizer from the carriage, distributed them to the farm women, and explained the new planting methods in detail.

The farm women held the seeds, their faces beaming with smiles, full of anticipation for the future harvest.

When the news reached Zhao Bushang's ears, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.

His face turned ashen, and he roared, "This Su Yunlan actually dared to bypass me and go directly to the countryside to buy cotton!"

At the same time, Su Yunlan led Miss Sun and several young craftsmen to a corner of the workshop.

Here sits an improved spinning machine, exuding a faint scent of wood.

The machine's gears and bearings gleamed, as if foreshadowing new hope.

"Let's begin." With Su Yunlan's command, the machine started up, emitting a soft "humming" sound.

Miss Sun and the craftsmen watched intently, afraid that something might go wrong.

As the machine operates, bolts of pure white, fine cloth are slowly woven out, like silver ribbons.

"We did it!" Miss Sun exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling with joy.

The other craftsmen cheered, their faces beaming with pride.

Just then, a sharp sound shattered the tranquility of the workshop.

"Stop! You're not allowed to mess with my equipment!" Craftsman Qian stormed over, his face flushed red, like an angry bull.