In the morning mist of the East Market weaving workshop, Huwa’s carving knife chipped the final "Warmth-Protecting Ghost Face" onto a roll of coarse cloth, his abacus bead eyes fixed on a peasant woman trying on a garment. Moli added a swallow holding an abacus bead to a market-grade flower-and-bird brocade with her wolf-hair brush, then suddenly chuckled softly: "Sister Hongxiu, look at this pair of golden pheasants. Don't they look just like you and Yifan bickering?"
Pei Hongxiu’s ivory comb nearly poked the tip of her nose, her gold hairpin casting dappled light across the market-grade brocade: "If Miss Xiao speaks nonsense again, I’ll have Huwa carve a 'Tongue-Protecting Ghost Face' onto your wolf-hair brush!" Before her words faded, Huwa had already carved a little figure sticking out its tongue onto the brush handle, its abacus bead eyes glancing sideways at Moli with a smirk.
Zhang Yifan swaggered in through the door, swinging his abacus bead pouch, the indigo beads bouncing into pyramid shapes among the third-tier fabric samples: "Hear ye, honored patrons! The tribute goods have entered the Directorate of Palace Attire, the market-grade items are sold out at the weaving shop, and as for the coarse cloth..." He suddenly pointed outside, "Aunt Li has brought twenty aunties here to clear out the stock!"
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