Eat in Song Dynasty

Chapter 158 Trio

Wen Shu was too lazy to meet a bird, so he immediately brought a bucket of well water and put it in front of it.

This time, the fat-stealing bird didn't refuse again, and quickly sucked it up with its beak in the wooden basin where Wenshu washed clothes. The father and daughter looked at it curiously for a while, and then went to plant trees.

After all this was done, it was almost noon, and Father Wen, who had been busy all afternoon, was already hungry, while Wen Shu.
She secretly felt it, and it seemed that she was a little hungry, but it was only a little bit.In order to better test the efficacy of Zhu Yu Cao, she thinks it's better to bear it.

But in order to avoid her father's doubts and worries, she still took a steamed bun on the surface, took two bites in front of her father, and found an excuse to sneak back to the room.

As soon as she returned to her room, she put away the steamed buns, then squatted down and dragged out the big noodle pocket under the bed that held the dandelion, then found a small bag, and began to pack the dandelion.

The sixty guan from the jade sale last time, after deducting the 28 guan for tuition fees and the two guan used for paper, pen and inkstone, she kept the remaining [-] guan for pocket use, and gave the rest to her father.

After a month, the usual petty expenses only cost more than 700 Wen. After several painful lessons, Wen Shu realized again that she didn't have enough clothes, not enough.

Therefore, I thought about buying a few more suits, and I didn't care about the materials and workmanship. I just wanted to buy two more suits, and there was really a limit to what I could buy for [-] Wen.

Besides, she can't spend all the money on clothes, so earning money is imminent.

Some of the dandelions in the bag were agglomerated, and some were fine-grained and coarse-grained. Wen Shusong packed two catties of fine-grained ones, but they still felt a little rough.

In order to get a good price, she searched for a stone and scooped it up until she was able to grind all the granulated dandelion into a fine powder before she felt satisfied.

When she went out, her father had already had a good meal and returned to his room for a lunch break.

Beside the well, the fat-stealing bird is shrinking its neck, squinting its eyes and dozing off. The golden sunlight shines on its bright red feathers, which is indescribably beautiful.

Hearing the sound of the door, it woke up from its drowsiness with a jerk, and made two "croaks" in the direction of Wen Shu.

"Hush!" Wen Shu hurriedly gestured for silence, and then pointed to the east chamber, meaning don't disturb my father.

The fat-stealing bird gave her a blank look, then turned his head away and didn't make a sound.

Wen Shu smiled and walked out of the courtyard with the bag.

There is a paint shop in Xizi Street, which is at the corner of the end of the street. The shop with double doors has two floors above and below. It sells some paints for painting and painting walls.

Today, because she was only inquiring about prices and didn't bring much, she wasn't afraid of bumping into acquaintances, so she didn't take a detour to the west of the city or further to the south of the city.

When I entered the paint shop, there was no customer in the shop, only a young man was leaning on the counter and dozing off.

Wen Shu coughed lightly, and the guy woke up immediately, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and turned his head with a smile on his face: "Hello, little lady, what do you want to buy?"

Wen Shu smiled, without further ado, directly opened the cloth bag he brought, and spread it out to the clerk, "I have a good taste, I don't know if your shop can accept it?"

The clerk was startled for a while, but soon saw that the cloth bag contained crimson powder, so he stretched out his index finger out of curiosity to get a little bit on it, rubbed his fingers slightly, twisted it lightly, and after a while, put it on the tip of his nose to sniff lightly.

It feels smooth and has no pungent smell. Looking at the color, it is as red as cinnabar, which is indeed good.

It's just that he can't take charge of the purchase of goods, so he said with a smile: "You really have to ask the boss about this matter. Wait a moment, little lady, and let me ask."

"Brother Lao Lao."

As soon as the two finished speaking, they heard the sound of the wooden stairs, and then a gentle voice came: "What do you want to ask me?"

After saying that, a middle-aged man in his early thirties came down from upstairs. He was wearing a robe with wide sleeves and double breasted, with a refined face, and he was holding a scroll in his hand.

The man went over to tell the story in a low voice, the man was slightly surprised, and immediately smiled at Wenshu: "If the material is good, I will accept it, let me see."

Wen Shu was overjoyed when he heard that it would be accepted, and hurriedly handed over the cloth bag in his hand to show him.

Just like the guy just did, the man first dabbed it with his fingers, twisted it slightly, then sniffed it, and finally asked the guy to bring a small bowl of clean water.

The small celadon bowl was only shallowly filled with water from the bottom of the bowl, and a small spoon was also brought with it. The man scooped two spoonfuls of dandelion into the bowl with the spoon, mixed it with clean water and mixed thoroughly.

After the mixture was slightly viscous, he walked towards the counter, took out a piece of white paper from below, and then took a fine brush to dip some of the prepared paint, and began to draw on the paper.

He is very good at painting, with just a few strokes, he outlined a graceful and beautiful peony. The peony is bright in color, similar to cinnabar, and it is even more gorgeous when printed on white paper.

"The coloring is even and the adhesion is good." The man nodded, then threw the brush aside, and said with a loud smile, "We have taken this paint, and let's not hide it from my lady, your color is really top-notch, Wang. A certain one is willing to buy it at a price of one hundred coins per catty, how many such fans do you have?"

Baiwen!Unexpectedly, it could be sold at such a high price, Wen Shu was really pleasantly surprised.

how many?
The two bags at home together weigh about a hundred and twenty catties. If you sell them all, wouldn't you be able to get twelve strings of money?

She was overjoyed in her heart, but she pretended to be calm, "Not much, just one bag, about sixty to seventy catties."

Although there were two bags at home, she didn't want to throw them all out at once, so she purposely hid one bag.

It's just that although her side reported less in the past, the man still showed surprise after hearing this, and said curiously: "So much, I don't know where the little lady got it from."

Wen Shu's heart shuddered, and he said calmly, "I got it by chance."

I don't want to say it?
The man came over knowingly, quickly suppressed his curiosity, and said with a smile: "I'm just talking too much. Whenever the lady wants to sell, just bring it up. My clerk will take care of it." He turned to the clerk and said a few words, and then took the The scroll came out of the shop.

Wen Shu thought that most of the dandelions at home were agglomerated, and what she used to ask for the price was in powder form, so the price they offered must also be in powder form. In this case, she had to grind it at home, so with The guys agreed to deliver it the next day.

The clerk did everything he could, nodded in agreement, and sent her out. When she got home, her father had already woken up and was making a kitchen cabinet for her in the front shop with an axe.

The sound of jingling, jingling, jingling made the fat-stealing bird by the well no longer want to sleep. It stopped dozing immediately, turned its head, stared straight at the figure in the shop, and kept crying, as if it wanted to fight with the The sound of ax and wood resisted.

Wen Shu looked at Coke, but he didn't stop it, good fight!This way, it won't be so obtrusive for her to smash the dandelion in the room later.

Not long after, a trio played in the Wen Family Courtyard.

Wen Shu's "dud-duk" sound of pounding paint, Wen Laopa's "click" sound of planing wood, and the irritable "croak" sound of fat-stealing birds.

Three different voices intersect with each other, performing the most beautiful movement of this spring over the small courtyard.

(End of this chapter)