Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 305 Sales
Jiang Xian began to tinker with her phoenix fruit dyeing method.

Grandma Meng is proficient in dyeing cloth, so Jiang Xian doesn't need to ask others for advice.She put various kinds of cloth into the purple juice and waited for a miracle to happen.

Each piece of cloth is about thirty inches long and wide.It is difficult to color the huangbai fruit in such an area, but Jiang Xian thinks it is a fabric problem and doesn't care about it.

She thought that she could find usable materials among the many fabrics, but unexpectedly, these materials still could not show the original color of Huang Baiguo.A few days passed, Jiang Xian and Grandma Meng tried various methods, but all ended in failure.

Looking at the pile of waste cloth in the yard, Jiang Xian's confidence was completely blown.

This pile of cloth cost her nearly three qian, but Granny Meng didn't say anything, she just comforted her: "Take your time, don't rush, don't rush."

Jiang Xian responded with a wry smile.

How could she not be in a hurry.

Once the rural school is closed, she will have no source of income.If you don't want to work hard in farming, you must use your brains elsewhere.

At noon the sun was in full bloom.

Jiang Xian squatted in front of the waste cloth and sighed melancholy. Suddenly, a pile of dusty waste cloth reflected dazzling light, like a morning star in the dark night, dazzling.

Jiang Xian's eyes were fixed, she stretched out her hand and pulled out the glowing piece of cloth. After a closer look, she found that the small swastika embroidery on the cloth was glowing.

This piece of cloth has a small amount of embroidery, and the price was the highest when Jiang Xian bought it.The embroidered "Wan" pattern has been dyed with the purest purple color of Huangboguo, which is colorful and shining in the sunlight.

Jiang Xian held the cloth, squatted in the yard, and thought about it for a long time.

After she figured it out, she went to the town non-stop. This time, what she bought was not cloth, but silk threads for various embroidery.Cotton, silk, wool, yarn...

Another expense.While Jiang Xian was in pain, she was trying to test her heart.

The hard work paid off, when Jiang Xian dipped the silk thread into the purple juice little by little and dried it, she finally got the color she dreamed of.

Jiang Xian tried many times, and finally found that the juice of huangbaiguo could not dye a large area of ​​cloth, but it could dye silk threads with the most beautiful colors.

She pleasantly shared the news with Grandma Meng.

Grandma Meng pulled out a silk thread and examined it carefully in the sunlight.The silk thread is radiant, deep purple and light purple, wonderful.

Grandma Meng nodded again and again, she couldn't help losing her mind, "I have never seen such a beautiful color in the capital. If you embroider peonies and peony, you must..."

Jiang Xian asked casually: "Grandma, have you ever been to the capital?"

Grandma Meng paused, and sighed, "My family used to be there. After they passed away one after another, they never set foot there again." She put away the silk thread in circles, handed it to Jiang Xian, and frowned, "For the embroiderer!" Thread dyeing is not difficult, and there are not many embroiderers in villages and towns, even if they are willing to buy them, they will not spend a lot of money."

The implication is that it is not easy to make money with this silk thread.

Jiang Xian ignited a raging fighting spirit.

As long as the first step of dyeing is successful and the sales force is stepped up, she believes that there will always be people willing to buy such a beautiful silk thread.

Jiang Xian is an activist who does what she says.

She asked Fang Xuan for a seven or eight-day long vacation, put down her teaching work, and took her magic thread to run around the county towns and villages.

The silk thread is so beautiful that many embroiderers are ready to move after seeing it.

What Jiang Xian produced now was just samples, and she and Grandma Meng couldn't do it alone if she wanted to mass-produce them. She had to hire the villagers from Shiliwan to help.As long as there is a market, everything is easy to talk about.

(End of this chapter)