Chapter 7 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

"It's just that... the lady's needle method is too unique and exquisite, the time wasted must be extremely long. If it were ordinary embroideries, in terms of price, I'm afraid..." "The shopkeeper misunderstood." I smiled a little. "This kind of two-sided, different-colored embroidery takes so much effort and effort, of course it cannot be considered as ordinary embroidery to sell. I brought it here today, just wanted to ask the shopkeeper a question, is Van Thuong Cac willing to cooperate with me?" "Cooperate?" Treasurer Sun raised his eyebrows. "That's right." I took out a small cloth bag that I had prepared in advance, inside were floral drawings of several new and sophisticated scent bags, incense sticks, and handkerchiefs that I designed myself. "This type of embroidered two-sided, different colors can become town treasures, or be specially ordered for nobles and mandarins in the capital. The price will naturally not be low. As for these things..." I pointed to the pile of drawings. "This is a regular embroidery pattern designed by me. The materials used are common, and the techniques are relatively simple, but they are unique and sophisticated in design, suitable for mass production, and sold to ladies and gentlemen in the city who pay attention to sophistication. I can provide designs, and can even teach your ladies and gentlemen some basic color-matching techniques and techniques, ensuring the quality of the embroidery. The profits earned, we divide proportionally, how about which?” Treasurer Sun took the drawing and carefully looked at each sheet. The more she watched, the brighter her eyes became. She has been doing this job for many years, and her eyes are extremely sharp. At a glance, she can see that these designs are both elegant and practical, and they are absolutely unprecedented on the market. “Miss… what a wonderful mind!” She put down the drawing, her eyes looking at me completely changed, filled with appreciation and a trace of scrutiny. “It's just… the profit sharing ratio…” After a while of you back and forth negotiating, all the details of cooperation were finally settled. I am in charge of core technology and design, while Van Thuong Cac is in charge of materials, labor and sales. For custom-made embroidered heterochromatic double-sided items, I take seven parts of the profit; As for the profit from regular embroidery, we account for three parts. At the same time, every month we need to spend the next few days giving tips to the ladies in the ward. The moment I signed the contract and put my fingerprint on it, I knew that in this upper capital, I finally had the foundation to stand firm, no longer a red thread that had to cling to others to survive. The days passed quietly in busyness and peace. I opened a small plot of land in the monastery to grow some seasonal vegetables. Xuan Dao is in charge of cleaning and cooking, while I bury my head next to the embroidery frame and flower drawings. Occasionally I go to Van Thuong Cac to give pointers to the ladies. Looking at those flower patterns filled with spiritual energy gradually turning into delicate embroidered items, then being bought by customers, I felt an unprecedented sense of peace and accomplishment in my heart. Thanks to our new designs and unique technology, Van Thuong Cac's business is increasingly prosperous. Treasurer Sun also became more and more polite and respectful towards me, and even took the initiative to increase the profit sharing ratio for me on common embroideries. My reputation also gradually spread among ladies and gentlemen who loved elegance in the capital. Everyone knows that behind Van Thuong Cac there is a mysterious "Wonderful Thu Nuong Tu", whose embroidery skills are ecstatic, even the patterns she designs are especially exquisite and unique. Occasionally, we will also hear some news related to the general's palace. I heard that after I left, Hoac Quyet went into a huge rage and destroyed many things. Mrs. Hoac wanted to find him a marriage with a high-ranking noble lady to continue the marriage, but he coldly rejected him, making the mother-son relationship extremely tense. I also heard that the maid named Bich Dao, for unknown reasons, was punished by Mrs. Huo and then sold to a distant land of suffering and cold. But to this matter, Hoac Quyet did not seem to react at all. Those news are like wind blowing in our ears, unable to stir up even half the ripples.