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

Despite the imminent danger of fire, the goal was ultimately achieved.

"Fire! The warehouse is on fire!" This terrified shout, like a thunderclap, shattered the tranquility of the workshop in an instant.

The blazing fire illuminated half the sky, and thick smoke billowed, resembling a giant black python writhing in the night.

Su Yunlan's heart tightened. The warehouse!

There were large quantities of cotton and newly woven cloth stored there, the culmination of all her hard work!

She practically ran to the warehouse, and from afar she saw the towering flames, which made her face glow red.

The scorching air rushed towards her, carrying a strong smell of burning, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

In front of the warehouse, people were in a state of chaos, running back and forth with buckets of water, but it was like a drop in the ocean, and they were completely unable to control the fire.

Cries, shouts, and curses rose and fell, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

"Quick! Put out the fire!" Xiao Yuhan's voice was particularly clear in the crowd. He directed everyone to put out the fire in an orderly manner, but he could not hide the anxiety between his brows.

Seeing this, Su Yunlan was extremely anxious.

This fire destroyed not only the goods, but also the business she had painstakingly built up, and the hopes of all the workers!

She forced herself to calm down and quickly organized a team to work with Xiao Yuhan to put out the fire.

Just then, several guards brought by Xiao Yuhan escorted a person from the perimeter of the fire.

The man was dressed in rags and his face was covered in soot; he was one of Zhao the cloth merchant's men who had spread rumors in the square earlier.

He was bound hand and foot, struggling desperately, shouting, "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! I don't know anything!"

"Caught red-handed, and you still want to deny it!" Xiao Yu coldly rebuked, "Speak! Who ordered you to do it!"

The man's eyes darted around, and he stammered for a long time, but in the end he couldn't withstand Xiao Yuhan's pressure and confessed to the mastermind behind it all—Zhao Bushang.

When the truth came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bushang was so despicable that he resorted to such underhanded means to retaliate against Su Yunlan.

Upon hearing the news, the authorities rushed to the scene, arrested Zhao the cloth merchant and his accomplices, and punished them severely.

The fire was finally brought under control, and everyone cheered with joy, the happiness of surviving a disaster spreading through the crowd.

As Su Yunlan watched the firelight gradually dim, a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

"Fourth Brother..." she gently tugged at Xiao Yuhan's sleeve.

Xiao Yuhan looked down at her and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Su Yunlan shook her head and forced a smile, saying, "It's nothing, it's just... I think I smell a strange odor..." Although the fire had been extinguished, the air was still filled with the smell of burning, which made people's throats itch.

The warehouse was blackened by smoke. The once piled-up cotton and newly woven cloth were now charred remains, emitting a pungent fumes.

Some wooden textile equipment was also burned and warped, with broken pieces of wood sticking out like badly injured limbs.

The workshop was in a mess, filled with a depressing and gloomy atmosphere, and everyone's faces were filled with sorrow and confusion.

Master Zhou looked at the burned loom and stamped his feet in heartache, his beard bristling with anger: "Oh dear, this is my old partner of many years! What am I going to do now!" He sighed heavily, his voice full of helplessness.

Liu, the peasant woman, also had tears in her eyes. The cloth she had painstakingly woven had turned to ashes before she could even exchange it for silver, which made her feel extremely frustrated.

Looking at everything that had been destroyed, Miss Sun could only bite her lip tightly, her eyes glistening with tears of resentment.

Looking at the mess before her, Su Yunlan felt a pang of pain in her heart.

All of this was the result of her and everyone's hard work, and it was all swallowed up by a fire.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, feeling a slight sting. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She looked around and saw the despair in everyone's eyes, knowing that now was not the time to be discouraged.

She steadied herself and said firmly, "Don't panic, everyone. Although the warehouse has burned down, we still have hope! Everyone go and rest for a bit, calm yourselves down, and I'll figure out a solution." As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and walked into the makeshift warehouse she had built.

Half an hour later, when Su Yunlan reappeared in front of everyone, she was followed by several guards who were struggling to carry box after box of supplies.

When the boxes were opened, they revealed piles of cotton and brightly colored fabrics, as well as some brand-new textile equipment.

"What are these? What are these? Master Zhou was so surprised that he couldn't speak, his old eyes wide open as he looked at the supplies that had appeared out of nowhere.

The others also gathered around, staring in disbelief at what they were seeing.

Su Yunlan smiled slightly, without explaining the origin of these supplies, and simply said, "These are spares, enough for us to get back to work. Craftsman Qian, you take everyone to repair the equipment first, and I will arrange the rest."

Although Qian was full of doubts, his eyes lit up when he saw the brand-new equipment. Without asking any more questions, he immediately directed the craftsmen to begin repairs.

The workshop was filled with the sounds of clanging and banging once again, brimming with life.

While everyone was busily engaged in their work, Su Yunlan walked to Xiao Yuhan's side. Looking at him, a complex expression flashed in her eyes, and she softly said, "Fourth Brother..."

Xiao Yuhan looked at her tenderly, his eyes filled with worry, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"I have a feeling that things aren't that simple," Su Yunlan replied softly, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

Su Yunlan looked at Xiao Yuhan, and Xiao Yuhan looked at her tenderly. There must be a deeper conspiracy behind this fire.

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Xiao Yuhan nodded, holding Su Yunlan's hand tightly, his voice firm yet gentle: "No matter what happens, I will be by your side and protect you." A surge of warmth and strength welled up in Su Yunlan's heart, and she squeezed Xiao Yuhan's hand back tightly, their love flowing in their eyes.

Under Su Yunlan's leadership, the atmosphere in the workshop gradually recovered from despair, and everyone cheered up and threw themselves into the intense repair and production work.

Although Master Zhou was initially resistant to the new equipment, he gradually accepted the improvements with Su Yunlan's patient explanation and demonstration.

The craftsman was completely captivated by the brand-new textile equipment, and he led the craftsmen in working hard every day to strive to resume production as soon as possible.

Day and night, the workshop was brightly lit, with the clanging and banging of hammers and the hum of new equipment blending together, creating a vibrant and hopeful atmosphere.

Su Yunlan personally took charge, not only guiding the workers in operating the new equipment, but also continuously improving the process and increasing production efficiency.

Her heart was filled with determination and conviction, because she knew that this was her and everyone else's hope, and also their guarantee for the future.

Finally, after three months of hard work, the workshop's output increased by more than 50%, and the quality of the fabric reached the top level in the surrounding area.

Colleagues came to learn from him, and the workshop was filled with a great sense of accomplishment.

Standing in the center of the tall workshop, Su Yunlan looked down at the busy yet orderly scene, her heart filled with pride and satisfaction.

She turned to look at Xiao Yuhan, and the two gazed at each other with deep affection, as if at this moment, all the hardships had turned into the most beautiful memories.

"Fourth Brother," Su Yunlan's voice was relaxed yet firm, "we're getting closer to our goal, but we mustn't let our guard down. The real test may be yet to come." Amidst the clamor of gongs and drums and the crackling of firecrackers.

Inside and outside the workshop, where red silk fluttered, there was a bustling and lively atmosphere.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the rich scent of fine wine, mingled with the joyful laughter of the people, creating a festive atmosphere.

To celebrate the reconstruction of the textile workshop and the breakthrough in production, Su Yunlan specially organized a grand celebration.

The workers, dressed in new clothes and beaming with smiles, toasted each other and offered their blessings.

Master Zhou stroked his beard, grinning from ear to ear, clutching a newly woven piece of cloth tightly in his hand as if it were a precious treasure.

Liu, the peasant woman, and Sun, the young woman, also changed into bright clothes and danced gracefully in the crowd, their faces beaming with happiness.

The craftsman, Mr. Qian, was flushed from drinking and praised the ingenuity of the new equipment to everyone he met, as if it were a masterpiece he had personally created.

Su Yunlan stood in the center of the crowd, looking at the lively scene before her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

From being transported to this unfamiliar era, from having nothing to achieving what she has today, she has experienced countless hardships and challenges.

The shadow of the fire has not completely dissipated.

Xiao Yuhan stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, giving her silent support and strength.

His deep gaze was fixed on Su Yunlan, his eyes filled with tenderness and love.

He knew that Su Yunlan's success was not only due to her intelligence, but also to her kind and resilient heart.

"Fourth Brother," Su Yunlan turned to look at Xiao Yuhan, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "we did it."

Xiao Yuhan nodded gently and returned a tender smile: "Yes, we did it."

Just then, a figure silently approached Su Yunlan, slipped a letter into her hand, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Su Yunlan opened the envelope with a puzzled look, took out the letter inside, and by the light of the fire, lines of delicate handwriting came into view.

The letter mentioned words such as "salt route," "secret," and "crisis," each word striking her heart like a heavy hammer.

Su Yunlan's expression changed slightly. She subconsciously gripped the letter in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

She looked up at Xiao Yuhan.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yuhan noticed Su Yunlan's unusual behavior and asked with concern.

Su Yunlan took a deep breath and handed the letter to Xiao Yuhan, "Look..."

Xiao Yuhan took the letter and read it carefully.

As the contents of the letter gradually unfolded, his brows furrowed more and more, and his expression became increasingly solemn.

After reading the letter, Xiao Yuhan gripped it tightly in his hand and said in a deep voice, "It seems we have more important things to do."