Tang Dongfeng analyzed rationally.
Ye Muyu gently shook her head, "I'm not planning to earn silver from this."
"Ah? Lady, you mean, just like reducing the price of fabric, to also reduce the price of medicinal herbs?" Tang Dongfeng was not a fool. Upon hearing Ye Muyu say this, he immediately understood her meaning.
For a moment, he was somewhat moved.
However, he still honestly said, "Lady, your idea is good, but medicinal herbs are generally controlled by a few people. These noble families may not be willing to see the prices of herbs reduced."
"Regarding the weaving machine, it was an order from the imperial court that spread across the entire Great Chu, leading to some cheaper fabrics indeed moving in a positive direction."
"But when it comes to medicinal herbs..."
