"The door knocker of Qingdai Embroidery Workshop was rusty. Su Qingdai held half of the unfinished double-sided embroidery and listened to the shouts of curses outside the door - her colleagues poured paste into her embroidery cloth, and the creditor slapped the door panel to remove the sandalwood embroidery stand left by her mother. She gritted her teeth and took out the last half of the copper plate, but she bumped into a poor young man holding an abacus. 'I will settle this account for you.' Lin Zhao The beads on the abacus crackled in the distance, not only clearing the embroidery shop's ten years of misdeeds, but also hiding half a piece of old jade from the Lin family in the folds of her embroidery pattern. The warlord's horse hooves were approaching, and the patterns embroidered by the machine were all over the street. She held the needle and he moved the beads, trying to embroider the Qingdai Embroidery Shop's signboard into what the people of Wu County call 'the most precious old moonlight'."
