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

Trust is re-established, and production increases dramatically.

Su Yunlan looked at Miss Sun, a confident smile appearing on his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a reassuring quality.

Rumors continued to spread in the workshop, flicking their tongues like venomous snakes, eroding people's hearts.

Ignoring the rumors, Su Yunlan went straight to Master Zhou's bedside and carefully observed his symptoms.

Master Zhou was breathing rapidly, his face was flushed, his lips were chapped, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Su Yunlan reached out and touched his forehead; it was burning hot!

This is no ordinary cold.

"Master Zhou, have you been experiencing chest tightness, shortness of breath, and night sweats lately?" Su Yunlan asked softly, her tone gentle and concerned.

Master Zhou nodded weakly, his feeble voice squeezing out from his chapped lips: "Yes, it's been several months. I always thought it was just because I'm getting old and my body isn't up to par..."

Su Yunlan understood.

Mr. Zhou's symptoms were not caused by the new technology, but rather by a relapse of an old ailment.

She remembered that when Master Zhou was young, he suffered from a chronic illness due to overwork, which would relapse every time the seasons changed.

Su Yunlan shared her assessment with everyone and explained Master Zhou's condition in detail.

She is articulate, logically sound, and convincing.

“Master Zhou’s illness is not caused by the new technology, but is a relapse of an old ailment. There’s no need to panic.” Su Yunlan’s voice was clear and firm, echoing in the workshop.

Everyone looked at each other, then suddenly realized. It turned out that it was just a misunderstanding.

Zhao Bushang, hiding behind the crowd, had a livid face. He had originally planned to use this incident to completely destroy Su Yunlan, but she had easily defused it.

He was so angry that he stomped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

“Since Master Zhou’s illness has nothing to do with the new technology, let’s get back to work!” a young craftsman said, his tone tinged with excitement.

Others echoed this sentiment, reigniting their enthusiasm for new technologies.

Su Yunlan looked at the scene before her and felt a surge of satisfaction.

She knew that the crisis of trust was over.

Just then, a warm, large hand gently rested on her shoulder...

The warm, large hand belonged to Xiao Yuhan. He had been silently standing behind Su Yunlan, like a mountain, giving her strength and support.

Su Yunlan gently leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth and scent emanating from him, and a sense of endless peace welled up in her heart.

"Lan'er, you did very well." Xiao Yuhan whispered in her ear, his tone full of affection and praise.

Su Yunlan looked up and smiled sweetly at him. "With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

Their eyes met, and both were filled with deep affection.

Having weathered this storm, their relationship has deepened, and their trust in each other has become even stronger.

Just then, Craftsman Qian walked over, a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Madam Su, I...I have an idea." He rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed, and said.

“Craftsman Qian, please feel free to share your thoughts,” Su Yunlan encouraged.

Craftsman Qian took a deep breath and said, "I've been thinking about the new technology you mentioned, and I think our equipment can be improved further. If the improvement is successful, the output can be increased even more."

Su Yunlan's eyes lit up, and she readily agreed: "Craftsman Qian, your idea is excellent! I believe you can definitely do it. Just let me know what you need, and I will fully support you!"

With Su Yunlan's support, Craftsman Qian immediately perked up and explained his improvement plan in detail.

Su Yunlan listened attentively and offered suggestions from time to time; the two engaged in a lively discussion.

Seeing this scene while lying in bed, Master Zhou's resistance to the new technology lessened considerably.

He recalled Su Yunlan's meticulous care and patience during his treatment, and his heart was filled with gratitude.

Equipment improvements were quickly implemented, and the workshop was filled with enthusiasm.

Craftsman Qian led several young craftsmen, working day and night, their faces beaming with excitement.

Within just a few days, the improved equipment was put into use.

With the roar of the machines, pure white cotton threads flowed continuously from the spinning machine, doubling the output compared to before!

Looking at the mountains of finished products, the craftsmen cheered with joy, their faces beaming with happiness.

"Miss Su, you are truly amazing!" Miss Sun said excitedly, her eyes shining with admiration.

Su Yunlan smiled modestly and looked into the distance, where several figures were walking towards the workshop...

Approaching from afar were Zhao Bushang and several of his men.

Their faces were gloomy, their eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

Zhao, the cloth merchant, watched as Su Yunlan's workshop prospered while his own business declined, burning with jealousy.

He decided to take a risk and sabotage Su Yunlan's workshop, so that she would also taste the bitterness of failure.

As night fell, the workshop was quiet, with only a few dim oil lamps casting a faint glow.

Zhao, the cloth merchant, and his men secretly sneaked into the workshop. They were carrying sharp knives and were preparing to cut the belts of the textile machines and destroy them.

However, their every move was observed by Miss Sun and the young workers she led.

These young artisans learn new technologies in the workshop during the day and take turns keeping watch at night to protect the workshop's safety.

"Who goes there?!" Miss Sun's sharp cry shattered the tranquility of the night.

Zhao Bu and his group panicked immediately; they hadn't expected to be discovered.

"Grab them!" At Miss Sun's command, the young craftsmen swarmed forward and surrounded Zhao the cloth merchant and his men.

A melee ensued.

Although the young craftsmen lacked experience, they were young, strong, and full of energy.

They brandished their sticks and fought back fiercely against the attacks of Zhao Bushang and his men.

Miss Sun was even more agile; she moved through the crowd like a nimble swallow, striking her enemies with precision with her stick.

Zhao Bushang and his men were outnumbered and were utterly defeated, fleeing in disarray.

"Don't let them get away!" Miss Sun shouted.

The young craftsmen pursued relentlessly and eventually captured Zhao Bushang and his entourage.

The next morning, when Su Yunlan arrived at the workshop, she saw Zhao Bushang and the others bound hand and foot.

"What happened?" Su Yunlan asked.

Miss Sun told Su Yunlan in detail what had happened last night.

Upon hearing this, Su Yunlan felt filled with gratitude and relief.

She walked up to Miss Sun, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Miss Sun, you did a great job! You and the other craftsmen are heroes of the workshop!"

The craftsmen smiled proudly upon hearing Su Yunlan's praise.

Zhao Bushang and his accomplices were slinked out of the workshop, and their conspiracy completely failed.

After this incident, the atmosphere in the workshop became more united, and the craftsmen had even greater respect and trust for Su Yunlan.

Su Yunlan looked at the mountain of finished products and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

"Xiao Yuhan, what do you think... our next step should be...?"

At Su Yunlan's command, the workshop sprang into action like a wound-up machine.

The new technology was rapidly adopted, and every step was carried out according to the improved process of Su Yunlan; the improved textile machine by Craftsman Qian roared, and its efficiency was more than doubled; the new raw materials brought by Farmer Liu emitted a faint fragrance, and the woven fabrics were softer and more comfortable.

Inside the workshop, the clattering of the spinning machines blended into a cheerful song of labor.

Miss Sun and the other female workers skillfully operated the machines, their fingers dancing between the shuttles as if playing a beautiful melody.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of cotton, mixed with the smell of machine oil—a scent of hard work and the joy of harvest.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

When the first batch of finished fabrics piled up like a mountain, the craftsmen erupted in thunderous cheers.

These fabrics are brightly colored, have a delicate texture, and feel as smooth as silk.

Even the most discerning veteran craftsmen had to admit that the quality of these fabrics had reached the top level in the surrounding area.

When the news spread, nearby cloth merchants flocked to visit. Looking at the mountains of finished cloth, Zhao, the cloth merchant, turned ashen-faced. He had originally wanted to see Su Yunlan make a fool of herself, but instead, he witnessed her brilliant achievements.

Su Yunlan stood in the center of the workshop, looking at the bustling scene before her, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon her, as if gilding her with a golden glow.

She gently stroked the soft fabric, feeling the joy of success.

Just then, a ragged little beggar ran into the workshop, clutching a bundle tightly in his arms. He said breathlessly, "Mrs. Su... someone asked me to give this to you."

Su Yunlan took the package. It felt slightly heavy in her hand. The package was wrapped in a layer of coarse cloth, so she couldn't see what was inside.

She untied the coarse cloth, revealing an exquisite wooden box.

The wooden box is carved with intricate patterns and emits a faint sandalwood scent.

Su Yunlan was puzzled. She gently opened the wooden box, and a peculiar fragrance wafted out.

The box contained a small bag of seeds, which were jet black and emitted a faint fluorescence.

"What is this?" Xiao Yuhan walked up to Su Yunlan and asked curiously.

Su Yunlan shook her head. She had never seen such a seed before, and a faint feeling stirred within her senses that this might be a new beginning...

She carefully picked up a seed, examined it closely in her palm, and felt a strange sensation on her fingertips, as if this tiny seed contained enormous energy...

"Yuhan, look..."