A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

As soon as Cheng Dezhu entered, he first bowed respectfully to everyone.

"Master Cheng is here! Come and have a seat," Wang Jinzhu greeted.

Cheng Dezhu rubbed his hands together and sat down at the lower end of the table.

Wang Jinzhu looked at him and asked with a smile, "Master Cheng, you've come at the right time. I was just about to ask you that. The houses in the village have all been allocated; have you chosen one yet?"

Cheng Dezhu paused for a moment, then answered truthfully, "Madam, I didn't go to choose. I... I've been wondering, aren't I going back to Yong'an Prefecture?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinzhu suddenly realized what was going on. Initially, she had transferred Cheng Dezhu from Houkou Village in Yong'an Prefecture to the capital simply to have him help set up the dyehouse in Xiahe Village and mentor the newcomers—a temporary assignment. She had been too busy lately to ask Cheng Dezhu about her own plans.

"It's my fault, I was so busy I forgot to ask you." Wang Jinzhu picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at him gently. "Master Cheng, what are you thinking? Do you want to go back to Yong'an Prefecture, or do you want to stay in Xiahe Village?"

Cheng Dezhu thought about it seriously for a moment, then grinned and said, "Madam, I'm all alone, so what difference does it make where I work? Besides, whether it's Houkou Village or Xiahe Village, I'm working for you. I'll listen to you, Madam; wherever you think I'm needed, that's where I'll go!"

Wang Jinzhu felt comforted; Cheng Dezhu was an honest man, skilled and loyal. She immediately made a decision: "In that case, you will stay in the capital and be fully in charge of the dyeing workshop in Xiahe Village. Tomorrow, you will also choose a courtyard house to live in. Now that you are in charge, it's not convenient for you to always squeeze into the dormitory with the workers."

Cheng Dezhu was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, "Alright! I'll do as my wife says!"

He paused, then remembered something and stepped forward to report, "Madam, there's something else. Tiger and Liu Gui, these two young men, have been training by my side for so long, and their skills are now fully developed."

I've been thinking about this for a while now, and the dyehouse in Houkou Village still hasn't had a proper manager. I'm worried about it. I'm planning to have Hu Zi and Liu Gui go back to Houkou Village to take charge of the dyehouse. What do you think, Madam?

"Since you say their skills are fine, then of course it's possible. But..." Wang Jinzhu looked at Cheng Dezhu, "Have you talked to them about returning to Yong'an Prefecture? Do they themselves want to go back?"

"We've talked to them, we've talked to them!" Cheng Dezhu nodded repeatedly. "I sounded out them a couple of days ago. They were overjoyed to hear they could go back to manage the dyehouse, and they both said they were willing to go back!"

"Alright, since they're willing, you can arrange it." Wang Jinzhu nodded readily.

Cheng Dezhu was pleased to see his wife agree so readily, and then excitedly reported, "Madam, I've taken on ten more apprentices in Xiahe Village, all of them quick and skillful talents..."

"Alright, alright." Wang Jinzhu interrupted him with a smile, waving her hand. "Master Cheng, you can handle it yourself. As long as it's related to the dye shop, you're in charge of arranging everything."

Cheng Dezhu left happily, thinking about choosing a courtyard next to the Prince's Mansion the next day. Immediately afterward, a silvery whisper came from outside the door.

Then, Wang Yingchun, the manager of the textile workshop, led several girls from the charity hall, including Zhixia and Niandong, carrying lanterns as they entered the main hall.

Wang Yuxuan was sitting in a chair drinking tea when he heard the noise. He looked up and saw Wang Yingchun, and his eyes lit up. He jumped up and rushed over, his gaze fixed on Wang Yingchun with almost palpable affection. His tone was tinged with an obsequiousness he himself didn't realize: "You're here? Have all the workers in the workshop finished work?"

Wang Yingchun blushed slightly at his enthusiastic manner and burning gaze, but she still curtsied gracefully and replied softly, "Brother Yuxuan. The workers have already finished work and are resting. We heard that Madam is staying in the village tonight, so we thought we'd come over to pay our respects to her and report some things."

Sitting in the back, Wang Yu'an took in his older brother's worthless attitude and couldn't help but cover his mouth, chuckling to himself. He leaned close to Wang Yinbao's ear and whispered something, which made Wang Yinbao glare at his nephew with a smile.

Wang Jinzhu sat in the main seat, holding a teacup, her gaze shifting back and forth between Wang Yuxuan and Wang Yingchun. Looking at Wang Yuxuan's languid gaze, Wang Jinzhu inwardly clicked her tongue in amazement: Good heavens, these two have hit it off!

Judging by their ages, Wang Yingchun is only fourteen years old this year, and her nephew is only sixteen. Children in ancient times are really precocious! However, one is clever and capable, and the other is down-to-earth and steady; they are quite a good match standing together.

Just then, Wang Yunshu, who was standing nearby, rushed over like a little butterfly, grabbed Wang Yingchun's hand, and sweetly called out, "Sister Yingchun! Sister Zhixia!"

"Miss Yunshu." Wang Yingchun gently patted Wang Yunshu's head, then led several girls forward to properly greet Wang Jinzhu and Wang Tianfang.

While secretly enjoying the gossip, Wang Jinzhu remained outwardly calm, smiling and beckoning, "Yingchun, it's cold outside, come and bring your sisters over to warm up by the fire."

"Thank you, Madam." Wang Yingchun stepped forward with several girls. Then, she took a bundle from Zhixia behind her, carefully untied it, and handed it to Wang Jinzhu.

"Madam, regarding the 'special forces combat uniform' blueprints you provided a while ago, our textile workshop has been working tirelessly for days to finally produce the first batch. Please take a look; are there any areas for improvement in the size, fabric, and style?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinzhu immediately perked up, put her teacup on the table, and reached into her bundle to pick up the clothes.

This garment is made of coarse cloth, a blend of dark green and earthy yellow specially made by the dye house, which is durable and sturdy. The style of the garment is completely based on the modern camouflage uniform design drawn by Wang Jinzhu: stand-up collar, multiple pockets, cuffs at the wrists and ankles, and a sturdy belt at the waist, making it both neat and convenient.

Wang Jinzhu carefully inspected the stitching and pocket seams, finding them almost identical to those of modern special forces uniforms. She nodded in satisfaction: "Excellent! The stitches are fine, and the pocket placement is spotless!"

After saying that, she handed the combat uniform to Wang Tianfang, who was sitting next to her, her eyes gleaming with confidence: "Tianfang, take a look. This is a combat uniform I specially made for your 'Elite Battalion'!"

Wang Tianfang took the clothes, stood up, and held them up against himself, a look of surprise appearing on his usually stern face.

"This uniform..." Wang Tianfang touched the durable fabric and looked at the ingenious pocket design, praising, "It's much lighter than the armor our army currently has, and the color makes it extremely difficult for the enemy to spot us if we're hiding in the mountains and forests!"

"Of course," Wang Jinzhu explained with a smile. "Your elite battalion is designed to be elite soldiers capable of taking on ten men each, so ordinary heavy armor would just be a burden. Wearing this uniform, along with the marching backpacks we made earlier, and packing dry rations, water bottles, first-aid supplies, ropes, and other supplies inside, the soldiers can minimize their burden while ensuring agility and stealth during long-distance raids, covert operations, or extreme training in the field. It's extremely convenient."

Wang Tianfang nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining brightly. He gripped the combat uniform tightly in his hand, as if he could already see the soldiers of the Elite Battalion wearing this uniform, moving like ghosts through the enemy lines, invincible.