Being carried home by a rough man, Jiaojiao gets rich again and again

Chapter 100 Delicious Malatang
"The first thing I do here today is to thank Miss Zhou. This is my thank you gift."

Jiang Hao said as his fingertips swept over the bundle on the table.

Zhou Yan was slightly uncomfortable with the compliments while holding the tea bowl, "It's just that I can't bear to see my cousins ​​show off."

As for the thank-you gift from Jiang Hao, he was not very interested. There was nothing in Yong'an Town that he could give, not to mention that Jiang Hao was a country girl, so what could she give him.

"Miss Zhou, why don't you take a look at my thank you gift? If it doesn't suit me, I'll go back and change it." Jiang Hao smiled and stood up to unpack the baggage.

Inside is a dress.

This dress combines the strengths of the Han and Tang dynasties, integrating luxury, elegance and beauty.I can't guarantee it in other places, but in this dynasty with simple costumes, it will definitely cause a sensation.

Zhou Yan's eyes lit up immediately when she saw it was a dress. She stepped forward to unfold the dress and faced the outside, "Someone, come quickly."

"Miss." A maid in a green dress came in anxiously and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhou Yan was fine.

"Zhixia, wait for me to change my clothes." Zhou Yan didn't care that Jiang Hao was still there. She wanted to put on this dress immediately, it must be beautiful.

Zhixia Chong Jiang Hao was slightly possessed, "Ms. Jiang, please wait a moment."

Jiang Hao nodded slightly and drank tea.

After a long time, Zhou Yan came back with a smile on her face.

"Ms. Jiang's gift is such a surprise. Is this the only one of her clothes?" Zhou Yan felt incredible when she thought of the completely different version of herself in the mirror just now.

It was just a piece of clothing, but it actually changed her so much.

"The gift given to Miss Zhou is naturally unique, but someone copied it later, so..." Jiang Hao's brows showed some embarrassment.

"Those stinky and shameless people in Nishang Pavilion! What else can they do besides being imitators!"

Zhou Yan realized that she had made a mistake and coughed dryly, "What do you think?"

Jiang was hilariously pure, "Miss Zhou, some things can only be imitated."

"You want to take advantage of my father's influence?" Zhou Yan is not a fool.

Jiang Hao's eyes were bright and his meaning was very clear.

Since Magistrate Zhou has relatives in the capital, he must be from the capital. She guessed that he was the son of a branch of a noble family.

Zhou Yan refused without thinking. She was only given a reward of silver and a piece of clothing, which was not enough to bother her father.

No one in the back house speaks in a convoluted way. She has never seen someone so straightforward when asking for help.

Jiang Hao was not disappointed after being rejected. She had never planned to convince the county magistrate's daughter just once.

It was just that he never expected that Magistrate Zhou would take the initiative to find her. This was an unexpected surprise for Jiang Hao.

"The daughter of the people meets the magistrate."

"Exemption."

Magistrate Zhou is only forty years old and has a handsome appearance. If it weren't for his two beards, he would look even younger.

"I heard that you bought the sweet potatoes from your village?" Magistrate Zhou looked at Jiang Hao for a few times and then looked away.

Jiang Hao kept his eyes straight and said, "Yes."

"So much, what are you going to do with it? Will you take it from other villages?" Magistrate Zhou got straight to the point.

A village girl, of course, doesn't need him to worry too much.

"If it's done, I'll take it." Jiang Hao had nothing to hide, so she started making vermicelli next.

"Not bad." Magistrate Zhou seemed to have lost interest and dismissed the person.

Jiang Hao came out of Zhou's Mansion with a slight disappointment, and saw Madam He waiting outside the gate, rubbing her hands non-stop.

As soon as he saw her, he strode forward to greet her, "How about it? What did Miss Zhou say when you met her? Is she willing to help?" Jiang Hao shook his head and walked in the direction of Linglongfang.

"What can I do about this? Is it possible that the style you worked so hard to draw ended up being a wedding dress for someone else." Madam He stamped her feet, losing all energy, and followed listlessly.

Jiang Hao said nothing along the way. When she arrived at Linglongfang, Mrs. He served her tea.

He hesitated before speaking to comfort, "Good girl, don't be sad. Nichang Pavilion is far away at the foot of the capital, and our Yong'an Town is thousands of miles away from there. At worst, they are doing their business, and we are doing ours."

It was her fault last time that Nishang Pavilion had not reached the capital yet. Instead, it had become popular in Anding Mansion, not far from the capital, but it was close.

When she said this, Mrs. He gritted her molars and greeted all the eight generations of Nishang Pavilion's ancestors in her heart.

There is no way, there is no such thing as copyright in this dynasty, plagiarism is not a crime, if someone copies the clothes you added, and there is a background, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it in your stomach.

Jiang Hao drank the tea slowly and leisurely, "Who said it's okay? We can't control imitation, but we can prevent others from imitating our clothes."

She is not someone who gives up so easily.

"Do you have any idea?" Madam He's eyes immediately brightened.

Jiang Hao nodded and took out a pen from his small bag.

It looks similar to a writing brush with a very sharp tip. She bought it in the mall.

There's nothing she can do about it, her calligraphy is really ugly and shameful.

She wrote the word "Ruyi" on the paper with sharp strokes.

"This word is printed on the inner lapel of the clothes. After being treated with a special potion, it can only be revealed when exposed to sunlight."

Madam He picked it up and marveled, "This word is really beautiful. You first deliberately held the brush crookedly to hide your clumsiness. How about changing the name of Linglongfang to Ruyi Pavilion?"

Jiang Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, "If someone calls you Nishangge, then you should change your name to Ruyige. Your momentum will be three points weaker."

Seeing Mrs. He's confusion, Jiang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you call her Ruyi Fangfei?"

"That's it." Mrs. He agreed.

Jiang Hao went to the medicine store to buy some things and locked himself in the room. In fact, he cheated directly in the mall and printed the words "Ruyi Fangfei" on all his clothes.

You can't see these words just by wearing them on your body. Only when you shine the clothes against the sun can you see that the four words are shining brightly.

Next, you need to put on a show to regain your reputation.

Originally, Jiang Hao thought she could persuade Magistrate Zhou to become a backer through Zhou Yan, but she took it for granted.

She gave the drawings of the new season's sample clothes to Mrs. He and asked her to hurry up and make them. Then she went back to the village to make vermicelli.

Another five or six days passed, and the first batch of sweet potato flour was finally successful.

That night she made a pot of spicy hotpot, which was well received.

Next, the vermicelli dried continuously, and the whole yard was covered with vermicelli.

Jiang Hao rested for two days and prepared some other dishes in the store, ready to open.

On the opening day, Xiao Jingshan specifically asked for leave at the Yamen.

Early in the morning, several firecrackers were set off on the east street, and it became lively with gongs and drums, as well as jugglers, and soon many people gathered.

"Good taste Malatang?"

"What is this?" I've never heard of it.

But the smell is quite strong.

"The store opens today, with a [-]% discount, and the first fifty customers who enter the store will receive a free pot of apricot peel tea!"

(End of this chapter)