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

Chapter 31 Xiaoya, I am your second brother

"Your needlework is so symmetrical, so symmetrical."

Mrs. He's eyes lit up when she took a look at the wiring.

Even though there are many tailors in Yong'an Town who can produce clothes in such a short period of time, there are really not many people who can do it with such fine and well-proportioned stitches.

And this skirt was of a style she had never seen before.

I didn't expect this country girl to be quite capable.

"This dress does look good, but it's not exquisite enough..." After Mrs. He was happy, she remembered a piece of business that made her worried.

For the birthday party of the youngest daughter of County Magistrate Zhou’s family this month, Linglongfang asked Linglongfang to make her a style that no one else has ever worn before. It shouldn’t be too flashy, but it shouldn’t be too ordinary either.

This kind of clothes looks good, but it is far from meeting the requirements of the county magistrate's daughter.

Jiang Hao heard the words and said with a smile: "It's not easy to be exquisite. Just use the best fabrics to make clothes, and then let a first-class embroiderer embroider plum blossoms on the neckline and skirt."

Madam He laughed out loud when she heard this, "Yes, why didn't I think of that?"

Madam He thought about the candidates for the embroidery lady in her mind, then turned to Jiang Hao and said directly: "If you dress like this, I want to show it to the noble person first. If it catches the eye of the noble person, I will definitely not treat you badly."

"It should be." Jiang Hao had a plan in his heart, so naturally he would not be in a hurry.

Just as she was about to pack her bags and leave, she was stopped by Mrs. He.

"Wait, you made this purse too?"

Jiang Hao said openly, "Yes, I'm not afraid of any lady's jokes. My family is poor, and I have some left over from the fabric you gave me to make sample clothes. I'll make it into purses to see if I can sell them."

Mrs. He heard the words and showed appreciation. There are many poor people, but not many people with a good mind.

"These styles are quite novel. How about I accept them all and give you twenty cents each?"

This surprised Jiang Hao. She inquired privately and found that the embroidery room received only about ten cents per purse from outside, and the raw materials were not provided.

The fabric of hers originally belonged to Mrs. He, so it was like prostitution for free.

Jiang Hao said with a smile: "Why don't you just buy the pattern of my purse? In the future, I will make clothes for noble people and match them with the purse and it will look better."

Different clothes can be matched with different styles of purses.

Madam He sneered when she heard this, "How can an outsider do something as private as a purse? Rich families always have maids who are good at it."

Jiang Hao blushed when she heard this, but she had forgotten that purses were equivalent to love tokens in ancient times and would not be easily bought outside.

"But you are smart. Although this noble lady doesn't know how to wear it, he might be interested in it. How about three taels of silver?" Madam He looked at the purses one by one.

"Thank you, Mrs. He." Jiang Hao was overjoyed when he heard this.

As long as someone who can sew and thread learns how to open her purse a few times, she will be able to make the style of her purse.

In other words, Mrs. He just didn't give her these three taels and just imitated her style, so what could she do.

This Linglongfang is quite conscientious.

Mrs. He paid the bill for Jiang Hao, looked at her and said, "If you can trust me, come to Linglongfang in a few days and I will give you an answer for the sample dress."

"Of course you can trust me. I also know a lot of tricks. I'm sure they are all styles that will make women confused." Jiang Hao boasted calmly.

Whether she can strike up a conversation with Linglongfang or not depends solely on whether her sample dress can catch the eye of noble people.

Mrs. He just smiled and said nothing, thinking highly of Jiang Hao in her heart.

Jiang Hao carried an empty bag and a jar out of Linglongfang, and walked to the place where candy was sold last time to start shouting.

Soon it was crowded with people, many of whom were regular customers.

An old man couldn't help complaining when he saw Jiang, "You little girl are here. Since I ate your candy last time, my throat has felt much better, but I can't see you coming to sell it."

"Uncle, I'm really sorry. I have a sick old lady lying on the kang at home who needs to be taken care of. It's not easy to make sugar. That's why I kept everyone waiting for so long." Jiang Hao opened his mouth to say something, and he came every minute. She became a little pitiful.

"Hey, it's not easy for me, girl. I'll buy more this time, in case you don't come for several days again. Give me 20 yuan."

The old man said as he took out the money and handed it to Jiang Hao.

After hearing what he said, everyone who had eaten pear candy last time paid for it.

"I want 30 yuan!"

"Give me ten dollars!"

In the winter, people often get dry and itchy throats due to too much baking in the stove or sleeping on the hot bed for a long time. This pear paste candy is really comfortable to eat.

Some newcomers saw so many people around, so they bought a few pieces and planned to go back and try it out.

"Hey, hey, I won't be late, everything is sold out."

The woman holding the child from last time ran over in a hurry.

"Sister, how much do you want?" Jiang Hao saw that she was very happy and talked to her with a smile, "Is your child okay?"

"Okay, okay, I went to the doctor and prescribed anti-worming medicine, and a bunch of worms came out. Oops..." the woman said, covering her mouth with her sleeves, "If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known that the child had suffered so much. , I will never dare to eat raw food again in the future.”

"I want all the remaining candies," the woman said, taking money from her purse.

Jiang Hao smiled and persuaded her, "It's sugar after all, and it's bad if it's too much. It's better to give less to children."

"Girls are honest people. I give them to my children wherever I can. I bought them for my father-in-law. Not to mention, your candy is really good. I bought it last time. My father-in-law sucked a few pieces and said he didn't cough much at night. ”

After hearing what she said, Jiang Hao felt free to buy the remaining candies for her. Because the woman bought a lot, even the clay pots were bought at once.

When she came out, she sewed an inconspicuous pocket on her waist, and now all the money from the candy sales was in her pocket.

Now I touched my pocket, and there was a sound of copper coins rattling inside.

Jiang Hao pursed her lips excitedly.

She wants to buy meat to eat.

As she was happily walking towards the butcher shop, Jiang Hao was hit by someone without noticing. She immediately closed her pockets and frowned to look at the person who hit her.

The person who bumped into her was a thin and indifferent young man. He lowered his head and kept apologizing, "Girl, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I didn't hit you."

Jiang Hao noticed that one of the young man's legs was lame and frowned: "It doesn't matter. I'll just keep an eye on him when I walk from now on."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but the young man in front of him suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Hao in surprise.

"Xiaoya? Are you Xiaoya?"

Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment, looking at the face in front of him that looked somewhat similar to Jiang Laifu, and asked uncertainly.

"Are you...Jiang Wang?"

Jiang Wang is the second brother of the original owner, and there is another eldest brother named Jiang Xing.

Three days after Mrs. Zhao gave birth to the original owner, Jiang Xing and Jiang Wang, one of them lost an eye and the other lost a leg. Therefore, Mrs. Zhao did not like to see the original owner and regarded her as a mourning star.

If the fortune teller hadn't told her that if she died, the Jiang family would be in bad luck, and Mrs. Zhao wouldn't have raised her at all.

As for the two brothers of the original owner, they are not very impressive in the memory of the original owner.

These two people were not welcomed by the Zhao family. They were kicked out as apprentices at the age of eleven or twelve. They basically never went home. Occasionally, the original owner would not talk to them when they came back for a day or two.

"Yes, I am your second brother. Xiaoya, you still recognize me. When you were five or six years old, I gave you candy."

(End of this chapter)