That's three hundred taels, not three taels, and it only takes Ning Mengyao a month and a half to embroider a screen. Think about how profitable this craft is.
And the sister-in-law herself is the same. A year ago, she sold six sets of hijabs for fifty or sixty taels, which they had never dared to think of before.
Five or sixty taels is enough for their expenses for several years and ten years.
After listening to what her son and daughter-in-law said, Ms. Yang thought it was very reasonable. She suddenly laughed: "I know it too, but Lele has never been out before, so she is a little worried."
"You're just worrying." Yang Zhu glanced at Mrs. Yang, got up and went out.
After Yang Lele got the consent of his family, he left with Qingzhu, and Ning Mengyao was also there.
The three of them secretly came to Luo City, which is less than 300 miles away from the capital.
There, in an ordinary-looking house, there turned out to be a large embroidery field. There were many embroiderers in it, and their embroidery skills were all very good.
Yang Lele stopped next to the embroiderers and looked at them carefully without disturbing them. He found that their stitching techniques were very familiar. He raised his head and glanced at Ning Mengyao, and understood in his heart that she seemed to have taught them this.
Ning Mengyao and his servant stood by and looked at Yang Lele. It wasn't until she came over that the three of them left together.
When he came to the study room, Qingzhu looked at Yang Lele with a serious expression: "Although you and the lady are friends, there must be certain procedures."
"I know." Yang Lele nodded. Yaoyao wanted to help her, so how could she hinder Yaoyao
Qingzhu took out a piece of ordinary white cotton and gave her some silk thread: "These are for you. You have three days to hand over a pair of embroidery designed by yourself."
"Three days?" Yang Lele was dumbfounded. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to complete the three days.
"It can be any size." Qingzhu said coldly.
Yang Lele gritted his teeth: "Okay."
Qingzhu nodded with satisfaction and took Yang Lele to arrange her room. After the two left, Ning Mengyao took the account book on the table and looked at it with a serious expression, but after the seriousness, she became indifferent.
There is something mixed in among these ledgers, and that is a piece of information about the capital.
It turned out that Ling Luo never gave up looking for her after she left, but less than two months after she left, Ling Luo married Xiao Zixuan, the princess of Prince Xiao's palace.
This news made Ning Mengyao frown slightly. Then she walked to the candlestick and placed the information on the candle. She watched the paper slowly disappear in front of her eyes with a strong sense of sarcasm in her eyes.
There is already a beautiful girl by your side, but she still wants to find you. Ling Luo, what do you think of yourself? What did you think of me again
In three days, Ning Mengyao dealt with a lot of things, and Qingzhu also raised some questions about Xiuzhuang.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed. On the morning of the fourth day, Yang Lele arrived at their study with a tired look.
Ning Mengyao glanced at her worriedly, and then saw that although she was tired, her eyes were bright, and she felt relieved.
Yang Lele took out a hijab-sized embroidery.
Qingzhu took it over and looked at it carefully. There were some scenery on it, including trees, flowers and birds. It was a very ordinary embroidery but it was better in the color matching and positioning.
The originally simple object was completely upgraded to a higher level by Yang Lele's transformation, and her embroidery skills were not bad.
"Miss… "
Ning Mengyao took it and looked at it. If the full score was one hundred points, Yang Lele's embroidery would score around seventy points.
This is already the highest praise the two have for the newcomer.
Yang Lele looked at the two of them with some anxiety: "Can't Yaoyao do it?" Their expressions were so serious that she was really worried that she couldn't do it.
Ning Mengyao looked at Yang Lele who was so nervous that she started to sweat, and didn't tease her: "Okay, although it's still a bit immature, it's not bad."
"Really? Then did I pass the test?" Yang Lele looked at the two of them eagerly, looking a little like a puppy trying to please its owner.
Ning Mengyao and Qingzhu looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.
Finally, seeing that Yang Lele was really worried, Qingzhu looked at Yang Lele with a serious expression: "I passed the test."