The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 110 Opening

Han Qianluo took the three scrolls of paintings, and suddenly guessed the reason why Li Chunhua was so persistent. Maybe she just wanted to make clothes for her elder brother Han Qingquan, but she might feel embarrassed doing it for him alone, so she helped them all. Done.

"Alright then." Han Qianluo, who had figured it out, readily agreed.

After a while, Li Chunhua came over and took all the cut and uncut fabrics, with a smile on her face, people who didn't know thought something good happened to her.

The next morning, Han Qianluo brought the brushes, inkstones and other things he had bought back to the shop, and then began to arrange the goods, which were quickly arranged.

Han Qianluo retreated to the door and carefully looked at the goods placed in the shop. No matter how he looked at them, he felt strange and couldn't tell what was wrong, but he felt that there was something wrong, and he regretted not bringing Liu Linchu with him.

Just thinking about it, Liu Linchu came over, saw Han Qianluo standing at the door, and said later, "Xiao Luo, why are you standing at the door?"

"Brother Lin Chu, you are here, come and help me to see, I always feel that there is something wrong." Han Qianluo was very happy to see him coming, he really fell asleep and came to give a pillow.

Liu Linchu came over, just glanced at it casually, and then said with a smile: "Now I feel that you are an ordinary little girl, Xiaoluo." Then he walked in and rearranged the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that had been placed. put.

Han Qianluo sat on a chair beside her and watched Liu Linchu's actions: "I was just an ordinary little girl." There was a hint of coquettishness in her words that she didn't realize.

After Liu Linchu had re-arranged, Han Qianluo saw that it was indeed different. Not only did it look much better, but the feeling of awkwardness and disobedience before was gone.

"Hang up the painting." Han Qianluo said as he took out the painting, "I've already borrowed the ladder."

"Let me post it." Liu Linchu said before taking the painting.

Thinking of his unreliable eyes, Han Qianluo quickly said, "Brother Linchu, let me post it, and you can watch from below to see if I post it crookedly."

"Okay then." Liu Linchu didn't insist anymore, and moved the ladder placed in the corner to lean against the wall in the middle, and then moved it gently so that the ladder would no longer shake, and then said: "Xiao Luo , well, let’s go up.”

Liu Linchu held the ladder below to prevent it from slipping. Han Qianluo climbed up carefully, then hung the painting, then turned around and asked, "Brother Linchu, is it crooked?"

"A little to the left." Liu Linchu said.

Han Qianluo carefully moved the painting to the left, then turned his head and asked, "What about now?"

"almost."

Han Qianluo got down from the ladder, and then Jingai hung paintings on the left and right walls. When the last painting was hung, he said happily, "It's finally all hung." Climb up and down the ladder.

When reaching the penultimate ladder, out of the corner of Han Qianluo's eye, Han Qianluo suddenly saw a man dressed in Western Regions walking past the door. He was anxious and wanted to call that man back, but he forgot that he was still there. On the ladder, the whole person jumped forward.

But fortunately, Liu Linchu who was below caught her and didn't let her fall to the ground.Being hugged by the person he likes, Han Qianluo couldn't remember it, but it was obviously impossible.

"Xiaoluo is okay." Liu Linchu said and helped Han Qianluo.

Han Qianluo stood up again: "It's okay, I just saw a person wearing clothes from the Western Regions. I don't know if he is from the Western Regions?"

"It should be impossible." Liu Linchu frowned and said, "Now that the relationship between the two countries is so bad, why would people from the Western Regions come here?" After speaking, he lowered his head and began to think.

Han Qianluo didn't bother him either, and continued to tidy up the shop, clean and so on.After a while, Liu Linchu came back to his senses: "Xiao Luo, I'm going first, go out and find out what's going on, can you do it alone?"

"It's okay, Brother Linchu, you can go, there is nothing to be busy today." Han Qianluo said quickly.

After Liu Linchu left, Han Qianluo continued to work. After tidying up the shop, he went out to sell the things he needed for opening.

There must be fireworks for the opening, but she walked around the market a few times, but she never found any fireworks, and there were no firecrackers.Han Qianluo suddenly remembered that gunpowder was only invented in the Eastern Han Dynasty, so there should be no such things as fireworks and firecrackers at this time.

Han Qianluo was a little disappointed. Since there were no fireworks or firecrackers, she had to find another way. Then she remembered the lion dance. She used to see such scenes in film and television dramas. A certain restaurant opened, and then there was Lion dance and dragon dance.

Han Qianluo abandoned this idea as soon as it came up, because the place is really not very spacious, and it’s almost Chinese New Year now, it’s not convenient to dance dragons and lions, and it’s not easy to find in such a short time , and one more thing, Han Qianluo now doubts whether there are dragon and lion dancers.

In the end, Han Qianluo decided not to look for anything, that's all, so he bought something and went back.After going back, he found that Liu Linchu hadn't come back yet, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried that something might happen.

Although she was a little worried, Han Qianluo couldn't do anything. She didn't even know that Liu Linchu had gone to inquire about the news.

It wasn't until evening that Han Qianluo finally saw that Liu Linchu had returned. His body was intact and he didn't have any injuries. He just looked worried, so he quickly put down the buddy in his hand and asked with concern: "Brother Linchu, Is something wrong?"

Liu Linchu seemed to have just come back to his senses, and forced a smile: "It's nothing."

"Brother Linchu, why do you look so preoccupied?" Han Qianluo couldn't believe that nothing really happened, something must have happened.

"It's really nothing, it's just that the Huns have sent envoys over again." Liu Linchu said simply.

Han Qianluo is silent, she is not a historical idiot, so she is very aware of how useless the early Western Han Dynasty was when facing the Xiongnu. useless.

However, seeing Liu Linchu's worried expression, Han Qianluo knew that he had not let go of the responsibility that once belonged to him: "Brother Linchu, don't worry, nothing will happen."

"hope so."

When having dinner at night, Han Qianluo casually mentioned this matter, and said casually: "It would be great if there was a genius who fights now."

"It's said to be a genius, how can it be so easy to appear." Han Qingquan replied.

The next morning, Han Qianluo's shop opened silently. In addition to selling pens, ink, paper and inkstones, she also set up a stall on the street outside, selling her own sugar, soy sauce, vegetable oil, etc. Of course, this stall is for her to guard, as for the shop, it is Liu Linchu who has nothing to do.

At first, Han Qianluo thought that today was the first day, and there was no publicity, so the business would definitely not be very good, but what she didn't expect was that just after the stall was set up, a middle-aged woman brought a young woman to stop In front of her stall, she looked at the things on it curiously.

"Girl, what are you all about, why have I never seen it before?" the young woman asked.

Han Qianluo pointed to the soy sauce street and said: "This is soy sauce, which is a seasoning for cooking," and then pointed to soybean oil and said, "This is oil, but it is not boiled from pork. Which one do you plan to buy? "

"It's not the oil boiled from the meat. Where did it come from? Is it safe for people to eat it? And what about the price?" The middle-aged woman asked worriedly.

"It is squeezed from the grains we usually eat. There will be absolutely no problems. Our own family also eats this oil. We have eaten it for several years and nothing happened. Moreover, buying this oil is more cost-effective than lard. It only costs ten cents a catty." Han Qianluo explained with a smile.

The middle-aged woman hesitated after hearing this, and stood aside thinking, without speaking, while the young woman next to her pointed to the soy sauce and asked, "What about you?"

Han Qianluo scooped out a little soy sauce with a small spoon: "Madam, you can taste it, and you will know how it tastes after you taste it."

The young woman hesitated for a moment, then dipped her fingers into the spoon and tasted it, she seemed very satisfied: "You call it soy sauce, how did you buy it?"

"Four cents a catty." Han Qianluo replied.

The young woman did not say to buy or not to buy. , but turned to ask the middle-aged woman next to her: "Mother-in-law, let's buy a catty of this soy sauce and go home. It's not expensive. Just buy it and try it out."

"Okay, these two things, give me a catty for both." The middle-aged woman said happily.

"Did you bring the jar?" Han Qianluo asked.

As it turned out, the two of them didn't bring clay pots. Han Qianluo was glad that he had already prepared, and took out two containers made of bamboo joints and said, "Is it okay to use this for you?"

"Row."

Although the first business was completed, it doesn't mean that everyone who asks will buy it. Many people hesitate to buy it after hesitation, and some people come to ask purely out of curiosity.

But no matter what, Han Qianluo felt that the business was pretty good, exceeding her expectations.However, occasionally when he was free, he turned his head and glanced at the shop, only to find that there were not many people in the shop, and only one person went in occasionally.

"The location is still not good." Han Qianluo thought.

Soon it was almost noon, and the people in the market began to disperse slowly, and there was no one in Han Qianluo's place, so Han Qianluo went to the shop with confidence: "Brother Linchu, how are you?" , does anyone buy paper?"

(End of this chapter)