"No, no, it's my lord's fault."
Du Xinwu was humble in his mouth, but he was already arrogant in his heart. He even hoped that Kong Fang's golden finger would be implemented as soon as possible, but he was too embarrassed to say anything.
So confused.
When Du Shiniang heard Du Xinwu calling him "Master Xiaorourou", she thought to herself how old he was. How could Grandpa Tang call him "Master"? Did you get the wrong generation?
Hey, isn't it possible for an official to call you "Sir"?
Could it be that Xiao Rourou is an official?
Du Shiniang was talking to herself, and an old lady next to her whispered in her ear: "Shi Niang, he is our Qinghe County Magistrate, Mr. Kong Fangkong."
Shrimp?
He...he...he is Mr. Kong?
Du Shiniang jumped up in shock, and happened to trip over a stool, causing her to stumble. Her body instantly lost balance, and she fell back uncontrollably in panic.
It happened suddenly and no one expected it.
Seeing that she was about to fall down, she was panicked and desperate. She fell down in front of Xiao Rourou. It didn't matter whether it hurt or not. The main reason was that she was embarrassed.
She thought it would be nice if someone was willing to come out and give her a hand, and then an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist.
The arms are warm, strong, and full of security.
She took the opportunity to stand on her feet and steady her mind. Her eyes fell on the little fleshy white face, and a ray of sunlight fell on the tip of his nose.
Oh, the tip of his nose is so sexy!
She wanted to reach out and pinch it, oh, no, she wanted to open her mouth and take a bite.
Kong Fang kept hugging his waist. He once again thought of the mobile phone that he had not traveled through time with.
If this pose is photographed, it must be very classic.
He gently helped her up, and Nuan Nan possessed her, "Be careful, wrestling is not fun."
Du Shiniang hummed softly, biting her pearly lips, her face pink and shy.
Kong Fang turned back to Du Xinwu and continued: "Mr. Du, how long does it usually take to make this robe?"
Du Xinwu thought about it and said: "It usually takes two days from material selection to cutting to making ready-made clothes. Shi Niang is very handy, she can do it in one and a half days."
Du Shiniang twitched the corner of her mouth, unable to hide the arrogance in her heart.
She thought Master Little Rourou would praise her.
Unexpectedly, he sighed.
"too slow!"
Well……
Du Shiniang forgot her shyness and raised her eyes to look at Kong Fang. She once suspected that she had heard wrongly. She was the fastest seamstress in Qinghe. He even said it was too slow?
How about you try sewing some clothes yourself?
She lowered her eyebrows and raised her lips.
She raised her lips because she was unhappy; she lowered her eyebrows because she was afraid that he would see her unhappy. If he hadn't been the magistrate, she would have tried to drag him down and compete with her.
Du Xinwu was secretly happy that your golden finger was about to appear.
"Excuse me, sir, do you have any advice? Please give me your advice. I am listening attentively and will never forget your kindness."
Du Shiniang glanced at Kong Fang again. He... could also make clothes?
It seems to be quite awesome.
Don't brag, it will be embarrassing if your brag is blown.
Du Shiniang's heart skipped a beat, unaware that she had learned and used the adjectives created by Kong Fang.
(In the Daxing Dynasty, Kong Fang was indeed the creator of the word awesome.)
Kong Fang spread out the robe, then picked up a piece of chalk and sketched each part of the robe, including the collar, sleeves, inner pockets, buttons, body...
Du Shiniang didn't understand what he meant, but she saw that his fingers were long and white, just like a woman's fingers. She looked at her slender fingers again.
I thought that before I became an official, I must have been an excellent sewing person.
Kong Fang actually didn’t know how to make clothes, and he had never even seen one. But Fa Xiao, who dropped out of school in his previous life, worked in a garment factory and told him about the assembly line production process in the factory.
So, he shamelessly moved that set over.
Then, using the robe in his hand as a sample, he followed the example and showed off endlessly.
Du Xinwu was confused at first. What is an assembly line, what is a production process...?
As Kong Fang explained in depth, he gradually found the way, and the expression on his face became more and more exciting. Master Kong is indeed extraordinary. Not only can he be an official, he can write books, and he is also very knowledgeable when it comes to making clothes.
He can even be called the master of the clothing industry!
If clothes are sewn according to his method, not only the efficiency can be greatly improved, but it will also be easy to train skilled sewing workers. After all, she does not need to sew the entire dress.
You only need to master a small part of the sewing techniques.
He can also sew ready-made clothes according to the size specifications proposed by adults, and then sell them outside. Customers can choose suitable clothes according to their body shapes.
In this way, the customer saves the time of waiting for the clothes to be made, and he can arrange production independently.
This is a new way of making clothes and a new sales model.
He will be the first person to try something new in Daxing Dynasty's garment industry!
Because the efficiency increases, the cost of making clothes will decrease, and his clothes can be sold to customers and gain enough advantages in competition with his peers.
As a result, he will get more customers.
In order to meet market demand, he will expand the size of the sewing room, recruit more sewing workers, and increase the assembly line...
Everything is in a virtuous cycle. His cloth shop will become stronger and stronger, and then expand outwards, to Baoding Prefecture, to the capital of God, and finally occupy the entire Daxing Dynasty's ready-made garment market...
The more Du Xinwu thought about it, the more he thought about it, his face flushed, and the risk of high blood pressure suddenly increased.
Du Shiniang didn't think as far as he did. She just thought that he was young and it was already very impressive to be an official. How could he still know how to sew clothes?
Assembly line, production process...
How fresh!
What do you think is going on in his head?
Why did others never think of it after making clothes all their lives, but he did?
Her thoughts changed a thousand times, from disapproval at the beginning, to surprise, to astonishment...
Her thoughts seemed to be out of control and switched at will.
Du Xinwu finally calmed down. He did not dare to miss the business opportunity, so he kindly invited Kong Fang to his study. He would ask him carefully for advice. Kong Fang naturally agreed, because he was just pretending...
Oh, it’s not pretentious.
He originally came to tap Qinghe's business potential.
Du Xinwu took out the best Mingqian Maojian, pen, ink, paper and inkstone to serve him, and polished the ink himself. Knowing that the master was not good at using the brush, he volunteered to be his ghostwriter.
Kong Fang did not hide his secrets and explained in detail what he knew about the garment-making process.
………
Two hours passed, and Kong Fang's mouth was tired from talking. He stretched, looked out the window, and suddenly saw a plaque on a facade on the street opposite...
Tofu Xishi.
He suddenly remembered the charming Widow Pan who dared to make a date with him.
Men's minds are always on the same page.
Du Xinwu was immersed in sorting out the garment sewing process when he suddenly saw Kong Fang's meaningful gaze looking across the street, so he quickly put away his writing.
"Sir, Widow Pan's tofu curd is one of the best in Qinghe. How about we go and taste it?"
Kong Fang withdrew his gaze and said with a smile:
"OK."
