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Su Xiaoxiao pulled Qin Guan to the entrance of the silkworm estate and discovered that there was a huge lock on the wooden door.

"Is there no one here?" Su Xiaoxiao was slightly disheartened in her heart as a trace of disappointment flashed across her beautiful face.

Qin Guan didn't say anything. He reached out his hand to push open the wooden door. A creaking sound could be heard as the door slowly opened.

Su Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan looked at each other and were pleasantly surprised. They did not expect the door to be opened so easily.

"This is a bad lock." Qin Guan held the lock in his hand and looked at it carefully. The hole in the lock had rusted and the spring was no longer working.

"Hurry up and go in." Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but urge. It was already past nine o'clock, there should be people in the silkworm farm.

"Alright." Qin Guan did not hesitate and followed Su Xiaoxiao into the manor.

When the two entered the silkworm Manor, they discovered that the scene inside was even more dilapidated than they had imagined.

The mottled wall skin fell off, and some moss grew in the corners. The lush weeds surrounded the house, making it seem especially desolate.

"This …" Su Xiaoxiao took in the scene in front of her eyes, and a bad premonition arose in her heart. It seemed that the silk cloth was indeed as bad as Qin Guan had said it was.

"Is there anyone here?" After walking half a circle with Qin Guan, Su Xiaoxiao could not find anyone, and her mood gradually sank.

Helpless, Su Xiaoxiao could only shout out loud with a trace of hope in her heart.

"Is there anyone here?" Seeing that there was no response, Su Xiaoxiao called out again with some helplessness.

"Little Jun, look." Qin Guan suddenly realized something and called out to Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao looked in the direction where Qin Guan pointed and discovered a simple and crude open-air kitchen.

The wok, bowl, spoon were placed neatly on top of a big rock. Even the firewood was arranged in a neat and orderly manner. It was obvious that someone was living here.

Su Xiaoxiao curiously moved closer and sighed. The person who lives here must be a very clean person. "

Just as she finished her sentence, a severe female voice rang out from behind her. How did you get in! "

Su Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan turned their heads at the same time and saw a middle-aged woman staring at them with fearless eyes.

The woman in front of him was wearing a light green robe with a simple bun tied at the back of her head. Her eyes were as clear and transparent as if they had gone through the baptism of time.

But at this moment, there was a hint of anger on her face as she stared intently at Su Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan.

"We are here to cooperate with the sericulture." Su Xiaoxiao was the first to react as she spoke. She could tell that the lady in front of her was the manager of the village.

"Cooperate?" "This …" Suspicion appeared on the woman's face, and her expression relaxed slightly. Do you want us to make you clothes? "

The woman had thought that Su Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan had come to find them to customize the silk clothing. After all, there were people who came here often to customize the clothes for her.

"No, no, no." Su Xiaoxiao quickly waved her hand with a hint of seriousness on her face. We are here to order silk cloth from you. "

"Order silk cloth?" The woman's expression changed. Others came here to customize clothes, but they came here to buy cloth?

The woman looked at Su Xiaoxiao with a strange gaze. Putting aside the fact that they didn't have enough reserves of silk, just the high price made many people stop in their tracks.

The silly girl in front of him wanted to customize the silk fabric so she was here to tease her.

"Yes, we are here to order silk cloth." Su Xiaoxiao immediately put on a smile, not understanding why the woman's expression changed.

"We don't have any silk fabric here." The woman bluntly refused, her face showing a hint of humility. It was obvious that she was not good at lying.

"But …" Su Xiaoxiao wanted to continue but Qin Guan interrupted her.

"Right now, we really need a batch of silk fabric, I believe you have it." Qin Guan's voice was neither servile nor overbearing, and his expression was very serious as he looked at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment before noticing the valiant Qin Guan beside Su Xiaoxiao. An awkward expression appeared on her face.

Seeing that Qin Guan's attitude was quite good, the middle-aged woman relaxed her tone and said, "I'm really sorry. The silk fabric here is not for sale. We only accept customization."

Just as the middle-aged woman was about to turn and leave, Qin Guan's voice rang out again.

"If I'm not wrong, you're afraid we'll squander the fabric."

Before this, Qin Guan had checked the background of the village and discovered that it had a long history.

This silkworm village had existed for many years. At that time, City C was not called City C, it was just a small town with a small population.

With the appearance of the sericulture, people immediately began to favor silk cloth made of clothing, both skin and cool.

However, as people's demand increased, the silkworm village's supply and demand increased. In addition to the increasingly high labour costs, the price of silk clothing also increased. Ordinary people could no longer afford to wear such expensive clothing.

In addition, there was also the machine silk which could replace handmade silk. Naturally, no one would choose this kind of traditional cloth.

But these people in the silkworm farm were different. For decades, they had stuck to hand-weaving, even though they could only just warm up.

Qin Guan respected these craftsmen very much. Thus, when the middle-aged woman heard that they were going to order fabric, her first reaction was to refuse them.

"Yes." The middle-aged woman turned around abruptly, anger evident in her eyes. Do you know how much effort the old craftsman has put into keeping this tradition, you little youngsters, taking it away whenever you want to? "

"To tell you the truth, there are a lot of people who have ideas about handmade silk cloth." "" The middle-aged woman's eyes held a hint of a cold smile, and her tone became rude as well. " I've seen many of these people. "

"I know that the village adheres to this tradition, that's why they made up their minds to come here and search for cloth." As if he knew what the middle-aged woman was going to say, Qin Guan spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was standing at the side, was stunned by the domineering atmosphere between the two of them. Only then did she gradually come to her senses.

"Lad, I'm not really trying to embarrass you." The middle-aged woman let out a sigh, her tone slightly relaxed. "It's better if you invite someone else. Our village will not engage in business with others."

Su Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan looked at each other and felt helpless. The woman in front of them was truly a little scary.

She wanted to adhere to the tradition, but she did not want to develop it with the outside world.

However, this couldn't be blamed on her. There were indeed too many people who were profiting by protecting their traditions.

"Let's get to know each other. My name is Su Xiaoxiao." Su Xiaoxiao said with a smile, "He passed the Qin."