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

The government is difficult to deal with, and the predicament is broken again.

Su Yunlan frowned slightly, her fingertips gently stroking the paper stamped with the official seal.

Violation of regulations?

Where to start?

She was puzzled, but remained outwardly calm, handing the official document to Xiao Yuhan beside her, and said in a calm tone: "Fourth Master, let's go to the government office."

Inside the county government office, dim light shone through the window lattices, casting dappled shadows in the air.

The clerk gently fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, while the county magistrate held a teacup, sipping his tea with a leisurely and contented air.

Su Yunlan and Xiao Yuhan stood side by side, waiting quietly.

Finally, the magistrate put down his teacup and slowly spoke: "Madam Xiao, are you aware that your workshop violates the laws of the imperial court?"

Su Yunlan suppressed her anger and said calmly, "Sir, I wonder which law my workshop has violated?" The magistrate snorted and threw a file on the table: "Take a look for yourself!"

Su Yunlan picked up the file and quickly scanned it.

The case file listed all sorts of "crimes" committed by the workshop, from using prohibited dyes to cutting corners.

She sneered inwardly; these so-called "evidence" were clearly fabricated by someone!

Su Yunlan took a deep breath, put the case file back on the table, and looked directly at the magistrate: "Your Honor, these accusations are pure slander! My workshop has never done anything illegal or disorderly."

"Slander? The evidence is conclusive, and you still dare to argue?" The magistrate's tone was sharp, and he slammed the gavel down, making Su Yunlan's eardrums ring.

Xiao Yuhan, standing to the side, held Su Yunlan's hand silently, offering her unspoken support.

Su Yunlan grasped his hand in return, feeling the warmth of his palm, which brought her a sense of peace.

Upon returning to the workshop, Su Yunlan immediately began investigating the matter.

She carefully inspected every corner of the workshop, questioned every worker, and left no stone unturned.

Finally, while flipping through the ledgers, she discovered a clue.

There was an unusual expense recorded in the ledger, the entry was blurry and unclear, and it seemed to have been deliberately altered.

Following this clue, Su Yunlan finally found the person who fabricated the evidence and obtained conclusive evidence.

Upon arriving at the county government office again, Su Yunlan presented the evidence.

As the magistrate looked at the evidence in his hand, his face turned pale and then flushed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He coughed awkwardly and stammered, "There... there's probably some misunderstanding..."

After learning the truth, everyone in the workshop breathed a sigh of relief.

Miss Sun walked up to Su Yunlan and said gratefully, "Madam, thanks to you, otherwise our workshop would have been finished!" Su Yunlan smiled slightly and was about to say something when she suddenly heard a sarcastic voice: "Hmph, even if you escaped this time, you still have a long way to go!"

Zhao Bushang stared at Su Yunlan with a sinister gaze, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

He gave a sinister smile and turned to walk towards several older textile workers.

Most of these people were resistant to new textile technologies, which was also the breakthrough point for Zhao the cloth merchant's plan.

He leaned close to Master Zhou's ear and whispered a few words. Master Zhou's already wrinkled face twisted even more, and a glint of greed flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Madam, we old buddies have discussed it and think it might be time to raise the wages?" Master Zhou said gruffly, with a hint of barely perceptible threat in his tone.

Several older workers behind him echoed his sentiments, and the atmosphere in the workshop instantly became tense.

The air was thick with tension, like a taut bowstring that could snap at any moment.

The roar of the machines was like a drumbeat, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Su Yunlan looked at the scene before her and sneered inwardly.

She had already seen through Zhao Bushang's tricks.

She walked calmly to the front of the group, her clear voice ringing out in the noisy workshop: "Master Zhou, I was just about to discuss the wages with everyone." As she spoke, she gestured for Young Master Xiao to show everyone the prepared ledgers and the new wage distribution plan.

The ledger clearly records every income and expenditure of the workshop, and the new wage distribution plan is more detailed, allocating wages according to each person's workload and contribution to ensure that everyone receives the reward they deserve.

As the old workers looked at the numbers in the ledger, their initial anger gradually dissipated, replaced by surprise and joy.

They hadn't expected the workshop to be so profitable, and that they would receive significantly more wages than before.

Master Zhou looked at the ledger, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say anything.

He originally thought Su Yunlan would make all sorts of excuses, but he didn't expect her to be so open and honest, putting everything out in the open.

Zhao Bushang's plan failed once again. His face turned ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

"Madam, this...this..." Master Zhou's face flushed red, and he stammered, unable to speak.

The other veteran workers also expressed their satisfaction, and the tense atmosphere instantly eased.

Su Yunlan looked at everyone and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

She knew that the storm had passed.

"Since everyone is satisfied, let's continue working." Su Yunlan clapped her hands, signaling everyone to return to their posts.

The workshop returned to its former bustling state, and the roar of the machines rang out again, but this time, it was no longer a somber drumbeat, but a joyful song of labor.

Su Yunlan rubbed her slightly sore temples and turned to walk towards her office.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a deep voice behind me: "Yunlan..."

Su Yunlan gently pushed open the door, and what came into view was a busy figure in the kitchen.

Xiao Yuhan, dressed in simple casual clothes, stood with his back to the door, skillfully stirring the pot with a spatula. The aroma wafted from the pot, whetting Su Yunlan's appetite.

She silently walked to the table, sat down, and waited.

"Yunlan, you've worked hard. Take a rest first." Xiao Yuhan's voice was deep and gentle as he turned around and smiled at her.

He placed a plate of tempting dishes on the table. On the off-white porcelain plate, the verdant vegetables and golden slices of meat intertwined to create a most beautiful picture.

Su Yunlan;

The aroma of food wafts from the nose, a blend of the subtle fragrance of meat and the sweetness of vegetables, making one's mouth water.

She gently picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

The meat is tender and juicy, perfectly seasoned, and melts in your mouth.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up as a surge of emotion welled up in her heart.

"Fourth Master, your cooking is delicious." Su Yunlan's voice was gentle and sincere.

At this moment, she seemed to have unloaded all her burdens, wishing only to share this warm moment with her beloved.

The candlelight on the table flickered, casting long shadows of the two people, and a faint warmth filled the air.

Xiao Yuhan's eyes were full of doting affection as he said softly, "As long as you're happy. I'll make more time to cook for you in the future." Su Yunlan nodded, a smile in her eyes, and the affection between the two deepened in that instant.

However, the good times did not last long.

The next day, the workshop's new product faced unprecedented challenges in the market.

After the workshop's new fabrics were displayed in several shops, they were suddenly subjected to malicious slander by some of its competitors.

They spread rumors in the market that the fabrics produced by Su Yunlan's workshop had quality problems, that they would fade, pill, and even cause skin allergies.

These rumors spread rapidly, and customers began to hesitate. The workshop's orders plummeted, its reputation was damaged, and Su Yunlan felt unprecedented pressure.

She stood by the workshop window, looking at the bustling street outside, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Those rumors were like sharp knives, piercing her heart.

She knew that if this problem wasn't solved quickly, the workshop would face even greater difficulties.

"My lord, what should we do?" Young Master Xiao asked anxiously, his eyes filled with worry.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath, her gaze resolute, a cold smile flashing across her lips: "Rumors stop with the wise. I will personally handle this matter and make those rumors fall apart on their own." She turned and took her first step firmly, a plan already in mind.

However, at that moment, a mysterious figure quietly approached. Xiao Yuhan quickly stepped in front of her and asked warily, "Who is it?" Su Yunlan smiled slightly, a confident light shining in her eyes.

“Since they say our fabric will fade and pill, then we’ll test it on them in public!” She instructed the workshop workers to move the latest batch of fabric to the busiest square in town and set up a simple display stand.

As the news spread, a large crowd quickly gathered in the square, including some of his colleagues who were spreading rumors. They hid in the crowd, their cold eyes fixed on Su Yunlan.

Su Yunlan stood gracefully in front of the display stand, picked up a bright red cloth, and soaked it in hot water, scrubbed it vigorously, and even rubbed it with rough stones in front of everyone.

Time passed by, and the fabric remained as vibrant as ever, showing no signs of fading or pilling.

The onlookers gasped in amazement, their initial skepticism gradually turning into conviction.

Next, Su Yunlan invited several volunteers with different skin types to wear clothes made of new fabric and sunbathe them for a period of time.

As a result, no one experienced any skin allergies; instead, they praised the fabric's comfort and breathability.

The rumors were thus exposed, and those who had spread them turned pale and slunk away from the square.

Upon seeing this, onlookers rushed forward, vying to order fabrics from Su Yunlan's workshop.

The square was bustling with activity, and Su Yunlan's workshop was gaining fame, with orders pouring in like snowflakes.

Inside the workshop, the roar of machines never ceases, and the workers are working overtime to rush out orders.

Su Yunlan watched all this with a sense of accomplishment.

She knew that she had overcome the challenge once again, and the future of the workshop was bright.

However, the good times did not last long.

Just as the workshop's business was booming, a terrified shout broke the tranquility of the night: "Fire! The warehouse is on fire!" Xiao Yuhan looked up sharply and saw flames shooting into the sky from the direction of the warehouse in the distance, with thick smoke billowing and turning half the sky red.

His expression changed drastically. He shoved aside the ledger in front of him and shouted, "Oh no!"