The news of Zhuang Yutian starting a weaving workshop spread quickly throughout the county town.
Everyone was initially taken aback, but then they mostly scoffed at the idea.
They all knew the type of fabric that could be woven here, it was simply not feasible. If it were, the shops here wouldn't be selling fabric from Songjiang.
Those close to Zhuang Yutian tried to persuade him, advising him not to make a fool of himself.
Zhuang Yutian and Mrs. Meng were left speechless but didn't say much because they hadn't seen any results yet. The only thing they could say was that they had some measure of confidence and asked others to trust them.
When they saw their advice was futile, they stopped talking and let Zhuang Yutian do what he wanted.
Without interruptions, Zhuang Yutian and Mrs. Meng devoted themselves to studying the loom, hoping to weave a variety of patterns. When these fabrics went on sale, they hoped to make a big splash.
Zhuang Qingning was also busy.