For Shi Yiwen, of course he didn't know the frustration caused by his soap in the Tang family, and he had never even heard of this person. Of course, he didn't know that someone had made soap in Nanjing, but the cost was a little higher.

In the early morning, facing the morning light in the east. As before, Shi Yiwen hummed a song and ran along the Qinhuai River. Now such morning exercises have become his habit. Anyway, it is time for him.

Life in the Ming Dynasty was relaxed and comfortable. Of course, it was inevitable that we had no worries about food and clothing, and we didn’t have to bear the expensive housing prices. With a house and a wealthy house, and a beautiful maid, this day was naturally relaxed and comfortable.

At this time, the gate of the inner city had just opened. The vendors who entered the door to catch up with the early market came in one after another and rushed to the market in the city. When Shi Yiwen passed by the vendors who were rushing, he seemed extremely comfortable. After running along the Qinhuai River for an hour, he ran back home after almost twenty miles.

Shi Yiwen, who was sweating all over, had just entered the door, and Xiao Lian came over hurriedly and said with a teacup on his face.

"Young master, drink tea."

He handed over the teacup, and Xiao Lian wiped the young master's sweat with a cloth towel, and said.

"Young Master, why do you torture yourself like this all day long? You run for half an hour."

While wiping the sweat for the young master, Xiao Lian pouted again and said.

"I really don't know what Sister Xiaoyun is busy with all day long. She gets up early, but she doesn't know how to come and serve the young master."

As a "steward", Xiao Lian is obviously not a competent steward.

"Sister Xiao Lian, are Xiao Yun and Xiao Mei practicing in the house?"

Xiaoqing, who came over with a washbasin, said.

"Practice? What kind of exercise?"

The young master’s question made Xiaoqing blush and said.

"Tsk, Xiaoqing can't explain it clearly. Anyway, it's just a skill that cannot be seen."

The skill of not being able to see people?

While Shi Yiwen was curious, Xiao Lian, who was beside him, suddenly said in surprise.

"Oh, young master, the stitches on your shoulders are stretched out. Xiaoqing, go get the needle money."

Looking at the stitches of the clothes that were stretched out, Xiao Lian said.

"Young Master, change this outfit quickly. Turn around and sew a piece of it for the young master. The stitches I bought are still not tight enough."

Because it is not convenient to wear a sleeper shirt, Taoist robe and other clothes during running, Shi Yiwen instructed Xiao Lian to buy a few short strokes for himself. However, because short strokes are worn by Lifu, the price is cheap, so the stitches are naturally not compact and are easy to break the stitches.

When Xiao Lian was about to sew clothes for herself, Shi Yiwen said with a smile.

"No need to be so troublesome. Just look for a ready-to-wear shop and order a few items. It's just a matter of adding more money."

Despite this, when Shi Yiwen went to the soap factory, he did not follow Xiao Lian and still went to buy materials and sewed the short strokes he wore during morning exercises for the young master.

"ah!"

Listening to the pain of Xiao Lian's hand being stabbed by a needle, Kou Yun sat next to her and said.

"Xiao Lian, otherwise I'll sew it."

"Sister Yun, you, can you sew clothes?"

Xiao Lian's surprise made Kou Yun stunned, and his expression became unnatural. The Kou family's daughter was born in a brothel.

"Sister Yun, don't get me wrong, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."

Xiao Lian realized that she was saying the wrong thing and quickly paid for it.

"Xiao Lian, I am also a woman, how could I not do needlework?"

After packing up his emotions in his heart, Kou Yun smiled and took the clothes from Xiao Lian's hand, and then sewed them up quickly. Seeing that Kou Yun's stitching was very dense and very skillful, Xiao Lian said in surprise.

"Sister Yun, you have such a good needle and thread."

"In the Kou family, in addition to practicing martial arts, dancing, learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every day, he also learns cooking skills. Naturally, this girl is not worth a lot..."

Speaking of his days at the Kou family, Kou Yun said while sewing.

"Actually, Xiao Lian, my sister has always envied you and Xiao Qing. Although she is a maid, being a maid is more comfortable in the Kou family. The daughter of the Kou family has never been idle since she was born. She learns this and that all day long, even if she can't use it for the rest of her life. Just like this needle and money work, she still can't stand it without pleasing men, sewing a purse or something to give to men..."

When talking about the Kou family's days, Kou Yun had no nostalgia on her face. Now she prefers the days here, which are easier and more comfortable.

"Sister Yun, actually, since you have reached the young master, you don't have to practice those kung fu."

When talking about those kung fu, Xiao Lian's face turned red. She had seen Kou Yun and Xiao Mei practiced in the house, and had asked curiously, so she looked like this.

"Haha, Xiao Lian, sister tells you that some kung fu is not something that can only be used in the Kou family."

Looking at Xiao Lian with a smile, Kou Yun said in a sweet voice.

"Actually, Xiao Lian, you are still young, and it's not too late to practice now. After practicing for two years, you will definitely like it when you serve the young master in the future."

After Kou Yun said this, Xiao Lian blushed immediately.

"Sister Yun, you, you... ignore you!"

"Why don't you ignore your sister? Xiao Lian, you are the young master's personal maid. You will always be forced to warm the bed for the young master in the future. If you practice this skill well, the young master may just..."

Just then, the young master's words came over.

"Hmm? What are you doing?"

"ah!"

When the young master's voice came, Xiao Lian's face turned red like a ripe apple, and he jumped up quickly.

"No, nothing..."

"Young Master, what happened? Xiao Lian saw that your clothes were torn, so she pulled some cloth and made a dress for you. Look, Xiao Lian's fingers were all pricked..."

"Then, that's..."

Xiao Lian, who had a pretty blushing face, defended anxiously.

"I said there is no young master, look."

Kou Yunjiao smiled and held Xiaolian's hand, and wanted to show it to the young master.

"No, nothing is all slit by Sister Yun."

Two little girls said a word, and my words fell into my ears. Seeing the big short strokes that had been sewn, Shi Yiwen smiled.

"This dress must have been sewn together by you two, and your hands must have been thorned. Well, this dress, I'll think of a way."

Thinking about it, after returning to the study, Shi Yiwen entered the space and then entered the library. In the exhibition hall on the first floor of the library, there were several sewing machines displayed. After a little debugging in the library, Shi Yiwen moved out the foot-pedal sewing machine of Yiluo. Then he called Xiao Lian and Kou Yun.

"Master, what is this?"

When I heard something new, not only Xiao Lian, but Kou Yun came, Xiao Jing and Xiao Mei also followed. For a moment, the study room was full of girls chattering.

“This is a sewing machine.”

Shi Yi explained.

"Look, turn the wheels and then step on the pedal below, and the machine can automatically sew clothes, which will be fast and firm."

Although there was no instruction manual, because he had a sewing machine at home when he was a child and his mother often used it, Shi Yiwen was not unfamiliar with sewing machines. He quickly threaded the thread into the thread box and then asked Xiao Lian to take a piece of cloth.

"Xiao Lian, look, it's just like this..."

While talking, as the four girls were watching, Shi Yiwen stepped on the sewing machine pedal, and with the sound of mechanical sound, the cloth was sewn at a glance.

As soon as the cloth was sewn, Kou Yun hurriedly picked up the cloth piece, looked at the cloth piece and said in surprise,

"Oh, my God, this is so fast! This stitch... Master, Master, I'll try it, let me try it..."

Compared to other things, women always have an instinctive liking for sewing. Almost instantly, several girls became obsessed with this sewing machine...

Listening to their chattering and looking at their amazement, Shi Yiwen also laughed.
Chapter completed!