Anlan Xintong thought of the discussion that everyone had just had. It seemed that this woman was called Wu xiuwan or something. Her embroidery skills were also very good and she was once very famous.
However, her eyes were blurry because of her days and nights of embroidery.
Anlan Xintong was a doctor, and if her vision was blurry, she would be fine after taking a few pills.
She really wanted to rope these people in to enter the brocade workshop that she was about to open.
Anlan Xintong continued to walk forward with little cui as she thought about this.
Then, the two of them continued to follow Wu xiuwan.
They arrived at a Valley, and at the foot of the valley was a small village.
It was almost dusk, and smoke was rising from the village.
Wu xiuwan walked toward a wooden house.
There was an old woman at the door, her hair a little white. She was sitting on a stool, feeling around as she did some needlework.