The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 115 Meeting the Seller Again
Seeing Han Qianluo walking in, the two men who had been sitting stood up quickly. They were obviously stunned when they saw Han Qianluo, but the middle-aged man was obviously more sophisticated, but he recovered in an instant, smiling He said with a full face: "The girl is the shopkeeper of this shop, right?"

"Hi, what's the matter?" Han Qianluo asked puzzled, "Let's sit and talk."

The three sat down again, and the middle-aged man continued: "My surname is Wu, and I am the shopkeeper of Wuji Baoge in Yangzhou. This is my son." He pointed to the young man beside him.

"Hello, shopkeeper Wu." Han Qianluo said with a smile, but he was even more puzzled in his heart. What's the matter with this Yangzhou businessman who came all the way here.

At this time, Tao Shi consciously brewed tea and brought it over, and gently put it in front of the two of them: "Please use tea."

"Thank you."

"It's like this. We heard that the girl has something called paper here. I wonder if I can take a look?" Shopkeeper Wu asked politely.

Han Qianluo stood up, took two sheets of each kind of paper from the counter, put them in front of shopkeeper Wu and said, "Please take a look, these are the several kinds of paper in the store." The paper has introduced the price of several kinds of paper.

Shopkeeper Wu picked up each kind of paper, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's really good. It's not as bulky as bamboo slips, but it's quite convenient to carry. It's also much cheaper than brocade silk, and it's easier to write. I just don't know. Did the girl make this paper herself?"

Hearing this, Han Qianluo had a little understanding of the two people's intentions, but still nodded: "It's not really my job, but my brother's job, I'm just in charge of selling it."

"Actually, they are all the same." Shopkeeper Wu said with a smile, "Aren't you and your brother also a family, but why are the prices of these papers different?"

"Actually, shopkeeper Wu will know after a careful feeling," said Han Qianluo, picking up the paper made of straw. "This kind of paper is the cheapest and the thinnest. It is easy to break, so it is naturally the cheapest."

Han Qianluo put down the paper made of straw, and then picked up the paper made of bark: "If you touch this paper again, it will be much thicker and smoother. It must be the most expensive."

The middle-aged man touched the paper carefully, then turned to his son and said, "Xiaofeng, what do you think?"

Wu Feng, the son of shopkeeper Wu, rolled one of the papers into a cylinder, and then unrolled it: "Give us ten sheets of each kind of paper."

"Okay." Han Qianluo was not disappointed, and gave them dozens of sheets of each kind of paper, and then they left.

After the three left, Han Qianluo put the matter behind him, and continued to sell things at the door. After a while, a middle-aged man in brocade came with a servant. Han Qianluo walked over. Seeing him, he smiled and said, "Butler Zhou, you're here."

This man is a housekeeper in a big official's mansion. He has been buying a lot of soy sauce, oil and white sugar from her for a long time. Of course, not only this family, but also many people and restaurants have bought a lot of these things from her.

Now Han Qianluo and his family are very busy. Many times, she couldn't help but want to buy some slaves to go back to help with work, but in the end she still didn't really buy them.

"Come with me." Han Qianluo said and took Steward Zhou and the two to the back of the shop. Behind the shop is a warehouse, but if you want to use it, you have to pay rent. She rented a warehouse like this now.

When Han Qianluo opened the warehouse door, a big smell of soy sauce came to her nostrils. Anyway, she thought it smelled good.

There are rows of clay pots neatly placed in the warehouse, but there is only one passage in the middle. The pots are all the same size, and the height has reached her thigh. She struggles to move out a clay pot from the left. It was said to be moved out, but it was just moving the jar out with great effort.

The servant brought by Steward Zhou was not a smart one either. He stood there stupidly, knowing that Steward Zhou was a little unhappy and scolded: "Hurry up and help move out." The man hurried over to help move out. go out.

After moving out a can of soy sauce from the left, Han Qianluo brought out another can of oil from the right. Just as he was about to get the sugar, he heard the butler say, "Miss Han, my master is going to hold a banquet, so I need to buy more this time." , three cans."

"Okay, no problem." Han Qianluo said, walked to the last row, and moved out three small white ceramic pots from behind the last row of pottery pots, only one-third of those pots filled with soy sauce The size of the jar is tightly wrapped with cloth.

The servant moved all the pots out, and Han Qianluo also said that the door of the warehouse was closed, and then brought the housekeeper to the shop, and silently calculated in his mind: "It's ten coins in total."

Steward Zhou did not hesitate at all, and asked the servant who had finished moving the pots to bring over the bag containing the money, then handed the ten guan coins to Han Qianluo, said a few polite words, and left.

Han Qianluo happily put away the ten guan coins, and then continued to sell things. Dow was standing at the door of the shop, looking at the things on the stall outside the door, and smiled when he saw her coming out: "Sister Han, now The business of these things is also very good, why not open a shop?"

"Actually, I also want to open another shop, but there is no suitable one. I want to find a shop closer to this one, which will be more convenient." And there is another very important reason she didn't say, that is, there is not enough manpower. .

When the people in the market began to disperse, Han Qianluo also put away the stalls and put them away carefully.Dow asked in surprise, "Why did you accept it so early today?"

"I'm going to order clothes." Han Qianluo said truthfully.

Dow smiled knowingly, and said, "Is it for Jiji ceremony?"

"Yeah, I'm not ready yet." Han Qianluo said, "Sister Tao, I'm leaving first and I'll be back in a while."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Dow said with a smile.

For Dow, Han Qianluo has been in contact with her for two years. She actually admires this woman and is at ease, so she went to find a tailor shop with peace of mind.

In fact, there is no separate tailor shop at this time, and it is usually with the cloth shop. Han Qianluo came to the cloth shop not far from the shop. At this time, the people in the market had dispersed, and the people in the shop also Not long, as soon as Han Qianluo walked in, the clerk hurried over to say hello: "Miss, what kind of cloth do you want to buy?"

"Can you make custom clothes here?"

"Of course." The man said with certainty.

Han Qianluo is still very familiar with this shop, and he is still very relieved about this shop, so he said directly: "I want to make three sets of clothes, a set of plain clothes and skirts, a set of deep clothes with curved trains, and a set of big sleeves. Robes and gowns."

"No problem, girl, come and choose the fabric." The man said and led Han Qianluo to the counter where the fabric was placed.

In fact, there is nothing to choose from this fabric, and it cannot have other colors or patterns. To put it bluntly, there is actually only one choice, so Han Qian Leju pointed to the brown linen and said: "Just use this kind of cloth." Bar."

At this time, someone suddenly came in from behind the cloth shop. Han Qianluo was telling the shopkeeper his name so that he could pick up the clothes later, so he didn't notice the person who came in.

But that person noticed her all of a sudden, and said in surprise, "Miss Han, why are you here?"

Han Qianluo raised his head when he heard the voice, and saw that he was also a young man who often came to her shop to buy paper: "So it's Young Master Jiang, I'm here to order tailor-made clothes."

Mr. Jiang quickly turned his head and said to the elderly man who was registering his name: "Uncle Fan, remember to give it to Miss Han."

"Yes, sir."

After Han Qianluo heard it, he also quickly thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Then he chatted casually and left. After going out, he heard the shopkeeper Fan Shu ask: "Master, do you know this girl?"

"She opened the Han Family Paper Pavilion."

"So young!" Uncle Fan was very surprised.

After that, because Han Qianluo was far away, I didn't hear their conversation anymore, but I was still a little curious about others talking about me behind my back.

After returning to the shop, Han Qianluo saw that it was not yet noon, so she planned to go to the market again before going back. She hadn't visited the market for a long time, although she didn't have anything to buy, But since she hasn't gone shopping for a long time, she always feels that she will not keep up with the times.

Although the crowd had begun to disperse, none of the vendors left, basically all of them were still there. After walking around the East Market, Han Qianluo went to the West Market again.

After arriving in the West Market, Han Qianluo discovered that the West Market had already begun to build a wall to enclose the market, but she didn't have anything to do with it, but because of this incident, there were fewer vendors in the West Market, and people naturally Just less.

Han Qianluo walked around hastily, feeling nothing interesting, turned around and was about to go back to the shop. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly found two people standing on the street next to him, a sturdy middle-aged man and a skinny young man.

Han Qianluo just turned his head to look at them, and the middle-aged man quickly asked: "Girl, do you want to buy this slave? Don't think he is thin, but he is very capable and obedient, and the price is not expensive."

"How much?" Han Qianluo asked casually after thinking about it.

"[-] Wen." The middle-aged man replied quickly, as if he thought he might sell the boy.

Han Qianluo frowned. A healthy underage slave was only [-] Wen. Such a skinny young man might not be able to do any heavy work.

Seeing her frown, the middle-aged man thought she was dissatisfied, and said quickly, "Girl, if you sincerely want to buy it, we can negotiate the price, [-] Wen, how do you think about it?"

(End of this chapter)