My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

The reason for this gap is not that the women in the northern capital are not open-minded enough, or the women in Nanjing in the southern part are not graceful and dignified enough, but the clothing-making habits that have been passed down for a long time in the north and south. If she can break this inherent way and alternate between the north and the south, then great business opportunities will be in front of her. Thinking of this, Song Qingcheng couldn't help but feel excited.

In the following days, Song Qingcheng was very busy. She visited all the clothing shops in the East and West Markets of Jinling City and basically knew all the styles by heart. She was so busy that she was almost as busy as Pei Huaizhi, but the two met less often than when they were in the capital.

However, the two met rarely, but Song Qingcheng was happy to see it happen.

She has made up her mind to open a high-end garment store in Shangjing City and Jinling City respectively, specializing in the business of dignitaries and taking the luxury route of scarcity.

The ladies and young ladies in the backyards of high-ranking families are all wealthy and idle people. The thing they have the most is money. If they have nothing else to do on weekdays, they love to get together and compete with each other. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and exquisite clothes have become the face of aristocratic women. They often take them out for comparison, and are willing to spend money on themselves in terms of clothing.

Therefore, Song Qingcheng carefully drew out the most popular styles in Jinling City at that time. While retaining the original southern style, she also incorporated the northern elements that the women in Shangjing liked. The combination of the two resulted in a pattern that was surprisingly unique and novel.

She organized the drawn patterns and carefully instructed Dongmei, who stayed in the capital to help her run the business, in a letter to her to choose a shop with a better location in the dowry shop to turn it into a garment shop. She should then invite the best embroiderer and the best tailor in the capital to make the clothes. At first, the drawn patterns should be made according to her body measurements and sent to Jiangnan for her to take a look.

In addition, if she wanted to recreate the brilliance of Jinling's clothes in the capital, the most important thing was to use gauze produced in the south of the Yangtze River, so that there would be a feeling of being covered in light mist. Among them, the most famous was the brocade gauze named after its beauty like clouds in the sky. Therefore, she also needed to transport the most precious brocade gauze from the south of the Yangtze River to the capital at the same time.

She roughly estimated the travel time from the capital to Nanjing. If it was feasible, she would have enough time to make ten styles of garments as samples before the Qiqiao Festival.

So she chose to officially open the business on the Qiqiao Festival.

Song Qingcheng had explained everything and felt that she also needed to give the shop a name that was both nice and poetic.

She thought for a moment and said, "Clouds think of clothes and flowers think of face, so how about calling the shop Hua Xiangrong?"

The four maids around Song Qingcheng are very different from those in other mansions. Not to mention that they grew up with Song Qingcheng, what is even more rare is that under the extremely clear order of hierarchy, Song's father actually allowed them to study with Song Qingcheng, so Song Qingcheng's maids are also literate.

Looking at the entire Wei Dynasty, this situation can be regarded as shocking. Therefore, Xia He, who was serving beside him, smiled and replied, "This name sounds good!"

After everything was explained clearly, Song Qingcheng gave the new pattern and the letter to Xia He, asking her to give it to Shuqi and send it to the capital.

Everything was ready, and Song Qingcheng became busy again, personally managing the shop in Jinling.

Xia He was waiting on the side, wanting to say something but stopping herself. Song Qingcheng looked up and saw that her maid seemed to have something to say, so she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you hesitating?"

Seeing that her master didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, Xia He opened the door and said, "My dear girl, the Third Master hasn't been back to Yi Garden for half a month. Aren't you worried, young lady?"

“What should I worry about?”

Song Qingchen opened his big watery eyes and looked at Xia He who had a worried look on her face.

Xia He felt that her daughter was smart in everything, but she was so clueless when it came to matters of the heart.

What she didn't know was that it wasn't that Song Qingcheng was not smart, but that she was too smart. She had died in her previous life, so now she didn't have the courage to even touch the word love. Making money was the right thing to do.

Xia He stamped her feet anxiously, "Miss, don't worry about the Third Master having someone else outside. The girls in Jinling are all gentle as water and are the best at controlling a man's heart. I also heard that there are parties every night along the Qinhuai River."

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi's handsome face appeared in front of Song Qingcheng. He was indeed very pleasing to girls. However, based on her understanding of Pei Huaizhi, Xia He was really worrying too much. Pei Huaizhi had always been a man of integrity. If he were to be a playboy, it would be extremely troublesome unless the water of the Qinhuai River flowed backwards.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng was unmoved, Xia He continued to persuade him, "During the time you have been in the south, why don't you make some northern food for the Third Master? Isn't there an old saying that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach?"

If it weren't for the consideration of hierarchy, Xia He almost took Song Qingcheng directly to the small kitchen and watched Song Qingcheng personally prepare a loving meal for Pei Huaizhi.

"You are an unmarried girl, but you know a lot."

Song Qingcheng teased.

"Oh, young lady, please stop making fun of me."

Song Qingcheng thought for a moment. On the way south, she and Pei Huaizhi became more familiar with each other, but when they arrived in Jinling, their relationship reached a freezing point again.

She thought that even if the flood and the new tax policy were difficult, she would not be completely idle. If she remembered correctly, Pei Huaizhi's office was not far from Yiyuan.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt like Pei Huaizhi was in a bad mood.

"Let's go!"

Song Qingcheng thought, after all, they were still husband and wife, so they had to get by on the surface. She put the brush in her hand on the table.

"Girl, you figured it out"

Xia He said happily.

Song Qingcheng smiled at her. In her previous life, she had mastered the cooking skills in order to cater to Pei Huaizhi's appetite. However, since her rebirth, she was too lazy to do these things. God knows she didn't like going to the kitchen at all.

The flood in the south of the Yangtze River has just receded. According to Pei Huaizhi's personality, he will certainly be the same as the common people, so there is no need to prepare luxurious meals for Pei Huaizhi.

Song Qingcheng went into the small kitchen and simply made a bowl of vegetarian noodles. In order to avoid affecting the taste of the noodles, she separated the soup and noodles. On the noodles lay a plump white lotus leaf egg and a few green vegetables, which looked very good.

Xia He stared at her daughter putting this very simple meal into the food box. Was it a little too simple? "Girl, this..."

Song Qingcheng put the food box into Xia He's hands. "The most high-end food only needs the simplest cooking method to be delicious. That shows the care of the cook, right?"