The sound of the piano was melodious, and the conversations of the two people reached Zi Yan's ears intermittently.
Miss Xie is going to open a girls' school in Yanzhou to teach young girls in Yanzhou skills so that they can make a living. This is the information Zi Yan heard from the fragments of their conversation. After the song ended, she looked down at her hands in a daze.
In fact, it does more than just pluck the strings.
Yan Gui and Wei Yang sat in Mingyue Tower for a while, had dinner, and then got up to go back to the General's Mansion.
Just as she reached the door, Zi Yan suddenly ran out in a hurry. She was injured and it hurt when she walked. But she still forced herself to run out. She was afraid that if she didn't tell him, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
"Thank you, Miss."
Wei Yang didn't react for a moment. Zi Yan was calling her. She was just about to step over the threshold and walk out. Yan Gui turned around and looked at Zi Yan and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Slave, I can weave a blanket. I wonder if it can be used for any purpose?" Zi Yan asked softly.
Wei Yang had already stepped out of the door, but when she heard this, she pulled her foot back: "What kind of blanket are you weaving?"
"When I was a child, my family had a workshop that specialized in weaving all kinds of blankets. Since I was young, I have been able to weave blankets of all colors, wool, silk, or linen." Zi Yan forced herself to stand firmly, not letting the pain make her look embarrassed.
Wei Yang hesitated, looked at Yan Gui and then at Zi Yan: "Are you sure you will?"
"Yes." Zi Yan replied quickly, "There are a few small ones in my room. I have nothing to do on weekdays, so I knit them to kill time."
"Bring it here and let me see." Yan Gui said directly.
Zi Yan bowed quickly, agreed, and limped into the room. She was anxious and looked even more flustered. If she could do something for the general and Miss Xie, could she ask the general and Miss Xie to redeem her from Mingyue Tower
Although Mingyue Tower is a quiet place, there are no powerful people there. If a powerful person really takes a fancy to the girls in Mingyue Tower, and you say that you only sell your art and not your body, I am afraid that even the whole building will be demolished.
Zi Yan is already eighteen years old, and has grown into a better person in the past few years. Her mother at Mingyue Tower can no longer stop those evildoers, so she can only try for herself.
The money he had saved over the years was enough to redeem himself and find a place to live. But if he had no one to protect him, he would not be as safe as Mingyue Tower.
Soon, Zi Yan came in with a few small blankets.
The blankets were not big. They were probably made by Zi Yan using old clothes. However, they were very delicate and the patterns were very novel. If they were made of suitable fabrics and woven into large blankets, they would be very good.
"Are there any categories?" Wei Yang asked, picking up a blanket.
Zi Yan was startled. She didn't expect her to ask this. Did she know it, too? However, this was not an unanswerable question. She smiled and said, "It is usually made of cotton, linen, wool, silk, and grass."
Wei Yang looked up at Yan Gui. They might have met their real master by accident today.
She continued with interest, "There is a lot of wool in Yanzhou. If we use wool to weave blankets, dye them, and make patterns, are you sure about it?"
Zi Yan replied, "Of course you can. Blankets are differentiated by the pile. The denser and higher the pile of the blanket, the more expensive it is. I wonder if the general remembers that there was a Zhouji store in the city that specialized in selling blankets."
Yan Gui's expression changed slightly. He looked at Zi Yan and took two slow steps: "You mean, you are Zhou Ji's successor?"
Yanzhou Zhouji is famous for its blankets. Zhouji's blankets used to be tributes to the palace, and are famous for their outstanding patterns and exquisite craftsmanship.