"...Gift of creatures? Did Lin Ying plan to give me a few spirit beasts as a feast?"
Ansheng was completely dumbfounded and looked to Lin Bingyun for an explanation about the origin of the spirit beasts.
"They came seeking revenge via a logistics special flight from the Jiangnan Region to Chang'an City..."
Lin Bingyun's expression was exceedingly odd as she said, "Miss Lin's clothing and the fabrics used are specially contracted by the Lin Clan in Jiangnan, where all fabric materials start from the breeding industry, following standards, producing the special fabrics necessary..."
"For example, the lightweight silk nightgown is made by keeping the silkworms in a semi-hungry state, spinning lighter and thinner silk, which could even be described as malnourished silk..."
"There is no difference in quality, only the texture of the silk is even finer but less durable, yet the overall weight of a nightgown can be kept within 60 grams."
"There's also peacock feather thread, cashmere, and gold thread stitched with embroidery; all the craftwork is completed in the village. It seems the villagers pressed them too harshly, causing the raw material spirit beasts to bind all the villagers, hung them up in the beams, and hid in the dust-proof cabinet to seek revenge on the master..."
Lin Bingyun finished speaking with a helpless expression.
Now into winter, Lin Ying had already previously instructed Weaving Village to tailor new clothes for Master Fuli, with specifications matching her own, to be completed before November 3.
By then, first sent to Xia Dong, where the makeup artists in Lin Manor would complete modifications and cleaning, then transferred to Chang'an City to be delivered to Master Fuli.
However, Weaving Village experienced an incident; the usual silkworms suddenly spiritualized, bringing peacocks and sheep on the special flight directly to Master Fuli's house.
There aren't many craftsmen in Weaving Village, with three hundred people, and due to the Lin Clan's support, they have high prestige in the luxury craft circle of intangible cultural heritage, with access to all rare textile materials both domestically and internationally.
Initially, they only made items for the Lin Clan, and now they have expanded into contracting high-end private customization.
The Lin Clan is indifferent to this, as their requirements and order priorities are the highest, without delays or using inferior materials, instead even saving some costs.
According to Lin Bingyun's understanding, it's precisely here where the problem arises.
Recently, the Weaving Village was overwhelmed with orders, and the fabrics used by the Lin Clan were top-grade, with seasonal variations in collected raw materials, while other orders don't have such picky standards, focusing solely on craftsmanship.
"They frantically fleece the sheep, angering them to the point of wanting to step onto the path of noble character, is this different from why kings and lords exist?"
"The village chief even filled up by drinking in the dung pit." Lin Bingyun recounted what she had understood.
"Well... the village chief sure knows how to enjoy." Ansheng couldn't help but quip, "Old Chen from our village hasn't even tasted such a vintage fine wine..."
This Weaving Village's practice is just too unprincipled, buzzing off the sheep's wool with electric clippers, then using razors, even shaving the small bell-shaped felt off their backs.
The silkworms live in a temperature-controlled room, spinning silk without knowing the difference between spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
This time, Master Fuli unconditionally supports the strike of the animals in Weaving Village.
"Peacock wrapping its bum with a diaper for warmth, this term... why have I never heard of it?"
Ah Qing was completely flabbergasted, and looking at Lin Bingyun, couldn't help but form a big question mark.
"This matter is not simply a disturbance, but it affects various aspects, and therefore, I specially came to seek advice from Master Fuli on how to handle it." Lin Bingyun spoke to Master Fuli.
"How to handle it? Of course, send the spirit beasts back how they came!"
"Lock the spirit beasts and villagers in a room together, then hand over the electric clippers to the spirit beasts; let them fight it out, whoever has the harder fists is the one with the justification!"
Ansheng rolled his eyes, bluntly expressing his judgment.
Weaving Village's villagers raise livestock, profiting from their products—at this point, there's no issue, as both sides are in a mutually beneficial relationship.
But you say they're overwhelmed with orders, then can't you reject some? Even takeout shops know to stop taking new orders when overwhelmed, prioritizing the current ones.
Want to make money without investing, by increasing breeding numbers or purchasing more raw materials, just fine you all.
Ansheng supported the sheep's justified brawl.
"Wow…" Ah Qing remarked in amazement, looking at the little fox squatting on the ground, arms crossed, issuing orders and directing affairs.
...
After understanding the cause and effect of events and discerning loyalty and betrayal among the characters over time,
Master Fuli turned over to sit on Ah Qing and followed Lin Bingyun to the building master in Phoenix City District.
"Baa—"
Just out of the elevator into the hallway, even separated by a solid purple copper armored door, Ansheng could hear the noises of banging and smashing and the sheep's bleating inside.
"Hiss..."
Ansheng couldn't help but gasp, teeth feeling sour, displaying a pained expression as he looked at the maids and foreign teachers anxiously pacing in the hallway.
"Where did Treasure Tree and Ba Mountain Mosquito go, how can they allow the sheep to demolly?"
"They said they went to prepare birthday gifts." Lin Bingyun replied.
Today is Master Fuli's birthday, and Treasure Tree and the others had rushed to Qinling early in the morning, and have yet to return, saying they wish to present Master Fuli with a gift.
"Hello, is there a Baa at home?"
Ah Qing glanced around the hallway, seeing thirteen female servants and various foreign men and women, revealing a slightly peculiar expression on her face, and her understanding of Xiaolan and Lin Ying's relationship became more confusing.
However, Ah Qing temporarily ignored those matters, and instead raised her hand to knock on the door, shouting into the house.
Compared to gossip about the little fox and Lin Ying sister, evidently, there is a more life-threatening matter that needs handling.
"Baa?"
After Ah Qing's knock for a moment, the tightly shut armored door opened, with a white fluffy moth landing on the door lock, opening the shut armored door.
The moth looked puzzled at Ah Qing, while the Merino sheep butting the television inside also gazed with a puzzled expression toward Ah Qing and baaed.
[Brother, why are you knocking on our door? Didn't you see we're renovating inside?]
[Also...]
The Merino sheep and moth, upon seeing Ah Qing, didn't reveal hostility, only curiously asking what this polite young lady was knocking for, stating they were busy and had no time to invite her in for tea.
After greeting, their gazes shifted to Master Fuli, showing a hint of caution.
"Baa—"
This is our territory, quickly leave!
"Are you practicing discrimination?"
The baffled Master Fuli froze for a moment, and then rolled up his sleeves to close the armored door that had opened.
"Uh..."
Seeing the little fox rush inside, even politely using his tail to close the door behind him, Ah Qing was taken aback and instinctively glanced toward Lin Bingyun beside her.
"It's fine, Master Fuli is the most gifted negotiator we've seen." Lin Bingyun smiled and said.
And from inside the house, there also came "bang bang" sounds.