Song Anle is a little boss, so she doesn't show up in public, nor does she have the rules of going to the kitchen to eat. So Mei Xin got up early and hurriedly packed the breakfast in the room to eat. After Zhan Ju found out, she was rare to be kind enough to go and help.

The real intention of Zhanju is not to really help, but to worry that Mei Xin didn’t get enough food for her, so she went to get a few more steamed buns and buns.

Mei Xin brought a large portion of white porridge and some light side dishes. Jianju took a large bag of steamed buns in the back and said happily: "My master, come and see what delicious food we brought you."

While holding her hair, Song Anle hurriedly said, "I won't eat anymore, you can eat quickly and go to work."

"How can you do not eat?" Mei Xin walked to help Song Anle take her hair, and said, "There are so many tasks waiting for us. If your body collapses, wouldn't we have five songs?"

"Yes, yes." Zhan Ju hurriedly said, "My master eats a little, otherwise how can we eat it."

In fact, although Zhan Ju said that, her stomach had been screaming for a long time. Fortunately, she stole a steamed bun while the person was unprepared on the way, otherwise she would not have such a good spirit. Besides, if Song Anle didn't eat it, she wouldn't be able to eat more, just like her servant.

"Okay, you guys eat first, I'll come soon." Song Anle only cared about seizing the time, so he didn't care about too much etiquette. After all, they were all their own people.

Zhanju nodded and said 'Oh', "That servant will serve you a bowl first."

Perhaps because he was really tired, a large bun of steamed buns and a large portion of white porridge that Zhanju stole, were snatched away before he knew it. In the end, only two steamed buns were left. Others were busy packing and leaving. Only Zhanju put the remaining two steamed buns into his long sleeves when he left the last time.

The first step to entering the normal dyeing trajectory is to first select the dyeing agent to mix, then melt and decompose in the dyeing pool, and then evaporate at a certain temperature, the chromosomes will be decomposed and dispersed to give off the best color. Then open the cloth, pull a corner of each of the four people, put the cloth into the dyeing pool, and judge the time of soaking according to different colors and different dyes.

After a day of practical operation, Song Anle and others quickly mastered the dyeing techniques, but even if they had skillful skills and there were no help from so many personnel, it was not a solution. Moreover, there were only six large dyeing pools here, and each dyeing pool was used, so twenty-four people had to be occupied. Plus, a few small dyeing vats were added, one had to occupy at least two people. In this way, if nothing was done, the dyeing room had to take up all the palace servants. Then, the palace servants responsible for drying, including mixing dyes and sending cloths, were all vacant there and no one was going to do it.

Since dye coloring requires a certain temperature, the corresponding temperature debugging is maintained in the dyeing room. Song Anle and others also changed into special clothes for the dyeing room, wearing a top with small floral prints in dark blue, and the lower group is pure beige. Although the clothes look ordinary and simple, they do not affect their beauty.

After helping to live for a day, everyone was almost exhausted again. Song Anle looked at the cold winter, but everyone was sweating profusely. She felt so sorry for her, so she went to the kitchen herself and asked for some leftover tea and some tea.

Mei Xin also went to help, dividing the snacks she asked for into small portions, and invited two palace servants to help, and took the pastry to the dyeing room where the most crowded people gathered.

"Come on, come on, come on." Mei Xin raised her hands and greeted everyone, and said, "Thank you all for a day, come and rest for a while, drink some tea to quench your thirst."

Everyone ran over happily, and some palace servants who had not yet completed the work were still rushing to work, but everyone was in a completely different mood;

Because of the heavy responsibility of the day, everyone is unable to breathe, so every simple meal cannot be controlled at all. The physical energy they need to consume, so that at this time, they all eat the pastries when they get them.

A little palace maid called Baiyun, with a full of pastries in her mouth, and said happily: "Master Song is so nice."

Song Anle smiled with relief. Seeing that they were so easily satisfied, she seemed to have noticed the precious satisfaction. So she walked a few steps closer and said softly: "We may have to work hard these days. There are so few things I can do for you, so I hope everyone can understand each other."

Another little palace maid named Tianlan said seriously: "Don't say that, Master Song, we were so tired every day when you didn't come, but we had never rewarded tea and pastries. This is what you did for us, and we were very satisfied."

"Yes, yes, Master Song is not only good-looking, but also kind-hearted, and will definitely be rewarded in the future." Several more extroverted little palace maids all got involved.

Song Anle felt that she had merged into a harmonious big family again, so she smiled gently and said, "Don't say that, it's fate that everyone can get together. They should have taken care of each other, and it's worth noting that they will be together in this life."

Everyone entered a burst of laughter and joy. After a brief relaxation, everyone's mood also became refreshed. Just as everyone was still immersed in relaxation, the laughter suddenly stopped. Song Anle sat on the steps on the ground, listening to several little palace maids telling about some things in the palace, so he reacted a little slow to the sudden silence.

When Song Anle realized something was wrong, she saw that Chief Zhao had already come over with several palace servants. She glanced at the palace servants who were laughing and laughing at the fastest speed. Everyone nodded in fear and retreated aside.

Song Anle realized that something was wrong, so she did not delay at all. She quickly stood up to greet her. With the salute of everyone, she also bowed and said, "Sir, the head of the company."

"What?" Director Zhao said sarcastically: "The mission has been completed?"

The little palace maids present all lowered their heads and looked at each other from the bottom of their eyes. Each expression was filled with uneasiness and nervousness, which was as good as a devil who appeared in front of them, and they were likely to destroy themselves at any time.

Song Anle allowed everyone to rest for a moment. At this time, she was caught by Master Zhao, so she naturally would not shirk responsibility. So she stepped forward and said, "Sir, today's task has been basically completed. In order to thank everyone for their willingness to work hard, the maid allowed everyone to rest for a while and get to know each other from it so that they can cooperate more conveniently in the future."

"Song Jiali is kind and kind;" Director Zhao sneered as if nothing had happened. She glanced at the Ranchi, who was still working, and then suddenly said: "I just don't know, what is Song Jiali's task today?"

According to the number of people rushing in one day today, the cloth in Bukuri may not be able to be completed in another month. So if Song Anle informs the truth, Zhao will definitely hold them accountable for being lazy, but if she lies about the number, she will not be able to escape punishment.

Song Anle simply took a gamble and reported the daily completion volume. Although he would be held accountable for laziness, at least he should let his superiors know that there is a shortage of manpower here, so it is the focus of inefficiency. So she said again: "Sir, today's finished products are here, so please check them out one by one."

Director Zhao had already seen their finished product at a glance, so she didn't even look at it, and then she angrily said, "Rareless;"

Everyone was frightened and knelt down together. Song Anle just looked at the palace servants kneeling on both sides from the bottom of her eyes. She didn't intend to kneel down, because once she knelt down, it would mean that she was indeed wrong and was willing to admit it. So she just nodded and said, "Stop the anger, sir."

"I allocated more than 30 people to you. In one day, you only completed dozens of finished products, and you also openly said that you had completed today's task volume. The most hateful thing is that you gathered the palace servants here to be lazy and leisurely;" Director Zhao snorted coldly, and she walked into Song Anle two steps and said coldly: "When will Song Jiali beg for all the cloths to the hands of the empresses of each palace?"

"My lord is such a bad word," Song Anle said calmly: "The maids are not gathering to be lazy, but drive away the fatigue of the palace people for a day so that they can perform better. As for when the finished product can be delivered to the empresses of each palace, I am afraid they will still hold it in your hands."

Of course, Master Zhao was determined to complete this matter and finally he could win a chance to rise. But she didn't understand the task that everyone thought was impossible to complete, but Song Anle never mentioned the result, but now she still talked loudly and pushed the focus of the completion deadline to her.

So Master Zhao said in confusion: "Oh? How do you say this?"

Song Anle was not in a hurry to say the key points. In order to avoid the punishment of the palace people being punished for relaxing, she said seriously: "There are only more than 30 people in such a large cloth dyeing workshop. You can imagine the hardships of the palace people every day. With such a heavy responsibility, even if you have the clone skills, you may not be able to complete a mountain of tasks. If you can't give the palace people a little breath and relax, wouldn't it be too inhumane?"

Master Zhao did not get the expected answer, but was still led by a military army, so she said a little unhappy: "What does this have to do with how to complete the task? What I asked is how to complete the task as scheduled."

"The amount of tasks completed on schedule must be comparable to climbing the sky. However, if you want to reduce the amount of tasks, you must increase the transfer of personnel so that the task volume can be minimized."
Chapter completed!