MTCCP Chapter 5

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       When Hua Muzhi woke up, the sky was just showing a slight fish belly white.

　　He seemed to hear something.

　　The summer night breeze was like being soaked in agarwood, and when it blew, it was mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees.

　　The young man sat up, slowly got out of bed and opened the curtains.

　　Lanterns were lit in Xiqing Pavilion opposite, and there were six or seven carriages lined up in a long queue with no end in sight.

　　Hua Muzhi blinked, obviously awake, and his first reaction was to look at the wall clock next to him.

　　It was 5:20 am in the morning.

　　Although the servants had tried their best to slow down their steps and move the boxes in and out without making any sound, the noisy flies and insects, and the tiny sound of horse hooves on the long steps was like the sound of scattered rain.

　　He soon saw a familiar figure, wearing clogs and staggering beside them to help instruct, arranging the placement of different things with gestures.

　　Eight vermilion lanterns were lit, and the light yellow light floated in Xiqing Pavilion like the setting sun.

　　Only he would follow and do these things in the middle of the night.

　　Hua Muzhi rubbed his brows and turned the emerald silver ring on his ring finger.

　　Since Yue Yiwan moved in yesterday, the ring that he usually wore on his index finger has moved to another position, representing the state of being engaged.

　　The two Master Attendants waiting downstairs received the signal immediately, hurried upstairs, bowed slightly in front of the room, and waited for him to change his robes.

　　Yue Yiwan arranged the five mannequins, and then hurriedly whispered to the Master Attendant to take the list to count the number of fabrics and their placement.

　　The four chief attendants beside him were obviously not enough, and the attendants of other grades also gathered together to help carry things.

　　There were a total of fourteen oversized boxes, which were more than enough to pack a rugby team.

　　The scattered and chaotic footsteps suddenly stopped, and even the breathing disappeared.

　　Yue Yiwan knew who was coming without turning back. He put down the cotton hanger in his hand and turned to look at his fiancé, the crown prince of this country.

　　The phoenix pecking at the branches on the red-gold robe, the flowers and leaves of the hibiscus tree were lifelike, the fine embroidery did not have any stitches, and the fine light silk was quite appropriate, which made the young man look more noble and tall.

　　Yue Yiwan was still wearing a loose nightgown, and suddenly felt embarrassed. He looked at him and apologized, "Did I disturb you?"

　　Before he went to bed, he heard the servant who was responsible for lighting the jasmine candle say that most of the things in the palace would be completed in the middle of the night and early morning, so as not to disturb the master's daily life.

　　But the things in the box are quite valuable, and many of them are his own manuscripts and notebooks, so he obviously still has to take care of them.

　　So he set the alarm clock for 4:30 in the morning and quietly went downstairs to help.

　　——When he went downstairs, he was obviously carrying clogs and barefoot.

　　Otherwise, the sound of him rolling down would probably be like bang bang bang bang cannons, and even the guards at the front door of the Su Ming Court might hear it.

　　"I went to bed early, so I'm not too sleepy." Hua Muzhi glanced at the servants who quickly lined up in three rows, and was a little surprised: "So many things?"

　　Due to the high efficiency, six or seven boxes have actually been emptied.

　　The shelves in the study upstairs are all filled up, and the space downstairs seems to be insufficient.

　　Yue Yiwan looked at him and saw that he really wasn't sleepy. Suddenly, he asked, "Do you want to see these?"

　　"Yeah?" Hua Muzhi smiled and said, "Okay."

　　The extra tables and chairs on the first floor had been cleared away, and the hall was divided into front, middle and back halls.

　　There were two sewing machines, five mannequins covered with flannel and filled with sponges, and a lot of measuring tapes, scissors and needles and threads placed in an enamel melon tray.

　　This place was just like the room of an embroiderer or a weaver girl.

　　Yue Yiwan explained to him what these were, and Hua Muzhi was obviously quite surprised.

　　"Can you use a sewing machine?"

　　"Yeah, I'm very skilled."

　　"What about these needles - how come there are more than a dozen kinds?"

　　"Some are used to pierce holes in leather, and some can be used for embroidery." Yue Yiwan glanced at his robe and said in a familiar tone, "Your robe is too big. I can help you modify it later."

　　Hua Muzhi laughed dumbly.

　　"The Yue family is a giant in the tourism hotel industry in the neighboring country. There are countless derivative industries under the group. I didn't expect you to be such a person."

　　The royal family's economic source, on the one hand, is the tax deduction, but more depends on the investment and shareholding of various industries.

　　There are hundreds of people in the Su Ming court alone to serve them for four generations, and daily travel and visits also cost a lot. A little bit of tax is naturally not enough.

　　The relationship between the royal family and the Yue family has long been intertwined, but in the eyes of outsiders, there is no relationship.

　　When he got the list, he thought he would meet a vulgar person full of money, but who would have thought that he would meet a little tailor like Yue Yiwan.

　　"Well... didn't expect it." Yue Yiwan took him to the newly vacated warehouse to have a look, and said slowly: "My father and eldest brother are businessmen. I am too bad at math and can't calculate, so I won't cause trouble for them."

　　The warehouse is not like a storage room, but more like countless colors floating in each shelf.

　　With the lighting of the gold-inlaid crystal lamp on the ceiling, more fabrics and satins were all coated with a layer of warm light.

　　"Are these all for clothes?"

        There are probably thousands of them.

　　Rolls of various materials are stacked up according to color numbers. This place is just like a study. Almost everything within sight is filled with them. The gradient tones are as if someone has painted several parallel lines of paint.

　　Hua Muzhi was really enlightened. He looked at Yue Yiwan and said, "Can you tell these things apart?"

　　Yue Yiwan nodded, not feeling that he was showing off his wealth at all: "I bought a villa next to my father's house. The upper and lower three floors are all workshops."

　　He took a step forward and pulled out half of the sky blue fabric: "This is silk jacquard striped double crepe. The material is soft and pleated, and does not require too many stitches."

　　With a light push of his white palm, the material slid back.

　　With his left hand, he randomly picked up a piece of black and white checkered fabric, and spoke in a familiar tone as if he had met an old friend: "Knitted bouclé, in the shape of fluffy terry, but difficult to iron and heavy to wear."

　　"Bouclé?" Hua Muzhi raised his palm and touched the material that seemed to be used to make coats, and said uncertainly: "Wool blend?"

　　"Yes, it's a blend of wool and mohair."

　　"What about this one?" Hua Muzhi walked a little further away, as if he really wanted to test him.

　　Yue Yiwan came over and touched it to confirm his memory.

　　"This is georgette - to be precise, it's shiny georgette." Yue Yiwan stood on tiptoe and tried to hold the yarn out, but he was a little tired because he was not tall enough.

　　His height just passed the test, 1.73 meters was not too bad, but he seemed to be shorter when standing in front of Hua Muzhi. His eyes seemed to only reach his chin, and sometimes he had to raise his head to talk.

　　This guy must be 1.85 meters...not fair!

　　Hua Muzhi held back her laughter as he helped him pull out the long piece of tea-white material, unfolding it a little to see the effect under the light.

　　With the angle and kneading, there were indeed very subtle different lights flickering.

　　"Is it because of the silver thread mixed in it that it sparkles?"

　　"No," Yue Yiwan motioned him to look closer, and said seriously: "It actually has warp and weft yarns of different colors mixed in it - the more twisted yarns, the more expensive the material."

　　The thin and transparent yarn was like fine mist under the warm light, and it felt slightly rough when touched.

　　Yue Yiwan looked down at his watch, still feeling a little guilty: "It's still early, why don't you go back and take a nap, and then we will go to pay respects together?"

　　Hua Muzhi helped him put the material back, and casually touched his hair: "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

　　Yue Yiwan was used to being stroked by his elder brother and college roommates, and today when he was rubbed on the head, he subconsciously rubbed it against his palm.

　　The two smiled at each other and returned to the front hall to see his works and semi-finished products.

　　Fifteen minutes ago, he wrote a handwritten list and asked his two personal attendants to help put away the different clothes.

　　Cashmere clothes cannot be folded, but should be rolled up to minimize the possibility of creases.

　　Leather needs to be sprayed with protective spray again and placed in rows on wide hangers.

　　Pine hangers are used for woolen clothes, and several coats are quite trendy.

　　What kind of clothes should be kept cool and dry, and which clothes should be placed in a spacious place, are all noted on the list in a very thoughtful manner, and the meaning of different labels are also explained.

　　The clothes sent this time are only Yue Yiwan's summer and autumn clothes, after all, they will stay from the end of July to the end of October.

　　If he really wants to marry in, the convoy will probably be even more long.

　　Hua Muzhi looked at the long lines of clothes and shoes being pushed around by the entourage, and suddenly felt that he was more particular about dressing than the royal family.

　　"Ninety days in total, exactly ninety different outfits," Yue Yiwan obviously felt that the scene here was a bit exaggerated, and tried to defend himself, "Some of them are my graduation projects, and I just sewed and patched them up and wore them."

　　He is currently unemployed, and the YHY competition will have to wait until next year. At least before the Chinese New Year, he can try to adapt to the life of the royal great-grandson's wife (?).

　　Seeing the two attendants walking over with a small silver box, Yue Yiwan subconsciously called out, "Wait - dont open that directly."

　　"What's in it?" Hua Mu took a step back and vaguely saw a very beautiful rose-red long skirt with silver edges.

　　"It's... a gift for you," Yue Yiwan suddenly felt a little ashamed: "I made them all by myself."

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Post a small setting.

↓Reference to the British male servant system

Female official/male servant: ring the bell to summon four levels

• First-class master attendant: changing clothes/bow tie/jewelry/private tasks [accompanying important occasions]
• Second-class head attendant: serving meals/testing poisons/recommending wine/reading in the study [highest appearance rate]
• Third-class attendant: serving snacks/serving dishes/running errands/delivering messages/taking turns to guard at any time [NPC with no sense of existence]
• Fourth-class selected attendant: wiping gold and silver utensils/tidying the room/cleaning and washing/and various dirty and tiring work etc [not allowed to appear in front of the master]

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