Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 337 - 201 - Taking the Blame for Someone Else_2

Chapter 337: Chapter 201 - Taking the Blame for Someone Else_2

This was done for three reasons: one, for aesthetics – to stand out and be eye-catching; another was theft prevention. Glass was extremely scarce in this era, and it was impossible to make a door out of glass that was both theft-resistant and clear enough to display the merchandise.

The counter and the grid cabinets weren’t the commonly used deep brown or vermilion of the era either; they were checkered with black and white, creating a stark contrast that was extremely eye-catching. Several mirrors were placed on the counters, and in front of them, there were several elegant brocade stools.

Many advertising paintings hung on the walls, which were portraits painted by artists. Some highlighted rosy cheeks, others glossy lips. The majority were of women, but there were men as well. Men’s paintings didn’t emphasize facial features as much but rather depicted them riding and wielding whips on the grasslands, highlighting a refreshing aura.

The paintings were set in square frames, round frames, or even fan-shaped, adding a colorful and attractive variety.

Around the room, there were several small round tables with brocade stools, and on the tables were tea trays and mirrors.

The floor was made of brownish-yellow wood.

Ascending to the second floor from the left, the general style was similar to the first floor, with the main counter in an oval shape. The wall portraits were replaced with embroidered goods, which added a lustrous silk sheen to the ambiance. This way, not only was the class elevated, but it also complemented the embroidered screen that Aunt had.

Qian Yixiu was extremely pleased, silently praising to herself, "very good!"

Then, she said with a smile, "This is wonderful, Uncle Qian has really outdone himself."

Qian Hua laughed, "It’s all thanks to Miss’s great ideas. When it was first completed, not to mention our surprise, even the decorators were amazed, saying they hadn’t expected such an outcome."

He went on to tell her that they had already recruited an accountant and ten waiters, half men and half women, as well as three Protectors who would run errands...

Qian Yixiu moved to the window. The North’s spring evenings were still a bit chilly, and the cool breeze made her shiver.

Lady Wei advised, "Miss should head back and put on more clothes. It’s colder here than in the South, and it’s still quite cool at this time."

Qian Yixiu nodded and saw that Sanyuan Building across the way was bustling with business. In the deepening twilight, the colorful lights outside the building were all lit, and the sounds of laughter and singing could be faintly heard even from here.

What she didn’t know was that in a small window of the tavern, someone was also looking over in her direction.

What she also didn’t realize was that General Qian had not returned to the barracks but had followed their carriage from afar, trailing them all the way to Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop. He loitered around the corner for a while, and only when the setting sun was sinking, did he mount his horse and hurry away.

As he passed by the city gate, a few soldiers called out jokingly, "General Qian, you rushed past us just now without even a nod. Have you been promoted again, to the point where you no longer care about us?"

These soldiers didn’t dare to jest with other officers, but with the amiable General Qian Manjiang, they were much more relaxed.

General Qian dismounted and said with a laugh, "I had something on my mind just now and didn’t notice. Another day, I’ll treat you brothers to some Iron Pot liquor, and you can choose the tavern."

The soldiers laughed, "Alright, we’ll choose a nice tavern when the time comes, and General Qian better not be stingy."

While they were bantering, they saw a richly dressed noble leading several Servants on horseback, entering from outside the city. The group didn’t even dismount and galloped straight on, with the city gate soldiers, recognizing the rider as "Imperial Uncle" Ye Lin, not daring to obstruct him.

The noble turned his horse around after a few strides and, atop his mount, called out to General Qian with a smile, "Ah, it’s Brother Qian, long time no see. Come, come, this young master is treating you to a drink."

Seeing Ye Lin, General Qian Manjiang also beamed, saluting with a clasped fist, "This soldier pays his respects to Young Master Ye." Then, he mounted his horse and rode off with Ye Lin.

They arrived at Luonan Street, close to the southern city gate, where Sanyuan Tower stood – a three-story building that exuded luxury and style. Although the sun had not completely set, colorful lanterns had already been lit outside, illuminating the building’s facade as bright as day. Patrons were heading to the tavern in pairs and groups, while some female singers, holding pipas, looked around for business.

Ye Lin and General Qian Manjiang, among others, ascended to the second-floor private room and took their seats at the table. From the window, General Qian could just see Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop.

The little girl who felt so familiar was the one who had entered the backyard of that shop.

As they served the dishes and the wine, Ye Lin raised a cup and said with a smile, "Here, this young master toasts to you. My father told me Brother Qian has been promoted again. It’s not easy for a farmer’s son to become a fifth-rank official at such a young age."