The history of struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 73 The Matchmaker Comes Again
Feng Zhi's sudden words made Han Qianluo a little curious, and couldn't help pricking up his ears to listen to what he had to say.

"I heard that you are now in contact with that Maji restaurant, is it true?" Feng Zhi said while picking up vegetables, seemingly casually, just asking casually.

Hearing this sentence, Han Qianluo's previous doubts were answered, but his heart was at ease, and he didn't mind saying: "There are indeed some connections, not many."

Feng Zhi laughed a few times, and patted Han Qingquan's shoulder vigorously: "That's right, I'm promising now." Han Qianluo thought that this uncle would definitely ask for something next, but unexpectedly, it was not the case. Feng Zhi No request was made.

After eating, Feng Zhi didn't stay for long, and left soon.

The next morning, Han Qianluo took the cake and went to the West Market as usual. When he arrived at Maji Restaurant, there was only one waiter who was busy in the lobby. Han Qianluo greeted him and asked, "You guys?" Is the shopkeeper there?" As soon as the words finished, Ma Qiaozhong came out from behind.

"It turned out to be Qianluo." Ma Qiaozhong said with a smile.

Han Qianluo handed the cake in his hand to Ma Qiaozhong. Remembering Zhou's request yesterday, he asked, "Master Ma, do you still need manpower here?"

"Qianluo, is anyone in your family looking for work?" Ma Qiaozhong didn't answer immediately, but asked curiously.

Han Qianluo didn't really understand that Ma Qiaozhong just asked this casually, or something else, but she still replied truthfully: "It's not our family, we have an aunt in our same neighborhood, she asked me to ask for help, and it's okay. Not very familiar."

"That's right." Ma Qiaozhong nodded and said, "This restaurant does not need a person here, but the other pastry shop does need a person. I will tell you about the situation. You can go back and talk to that aunt. If you want If you come, you will let her come with you tomorrow." Ma Qiaozhong said, once he talked about the business, he was still very serious.

After leaving Maji Restaurant, Han Qianluo walked out of the city, intending to go home, but just as he walked out of the street where Maji Restaurant is located, he heard someone shouting: "Miss Han, Miss Han."

Although Han Qianluo didn't know if he was calling her, he stopped and turned his head to look around, only to see a well-dressed man walking towards her quickly.

"Are you calling me?" Han Qianluo asked with some doubts, just talking about the clothes, she would not be someone she should know.

The man is about 30 years old, looks very ordinary, a little fat, wearing a silk dress with big dots and white flowers on a blue background, with an ordinary square bun on his head, and a golden hairpin stuck in it.As soon as the man walked over, he showed a big smile: "Hello, Miss Han, I'm Zhen Xiuming, the shopkeeper of Zhenshanfang, and I want to talk to you about something. I wonder if you are free?"

For Han Qianluo, Zhenshanfang, the name, was a very distant existence for a long time before, another world.Unexpectedly, this distant existence suddenly appeared in Han Qianluo, which really surprised her.

Although he was a little surprised, Han Qianluo was still very rational in his heart, and he didn't get flustered because shopkeeper Zhen found him. After thinking about it quickly, he probably knew why shopkeeper Zhen came to him, so he said calmly : "Of course, where shall we talk?"

"Miss Han, please come with me." Zhen Xiuming was still smiling, but the smile now was slightly different from the previous one.

Han Qianluo followed behind Zhen Xiuming, and soon saw a shop with the brand of Zhenshanfang. The vermilion signboard was very conspicuous.It's probably still a little early, so there are not many people in the shop, only a young woman is weighing the pastries.

The guys in the shop greeted Zhen Xiuming one after another, but they looked at Han Qianluo with curiosity and doubts on their faces.Han Qianluo ignored these gazes and followed Zhen Xiuming into the house behind the shop.

On the right side of the room is a table about the height of the Eight Immortals Table, and there are four chapter chairs, and on the left side are four tables that look like coffee tables, and of course there are bamboo mats for kneeling.

"Please sit down." Zhen Xiuming pointed to the chair on the right and said, "Miss Han has never seen this kind of seat before. This is the most popular seat for nobles now."

Han Qianluo was not at all restrained, and sat on the chair very casually.Zhen Xiuming also sat down on the chair opposite Han Qianluo, got two cups of tea, and pushed one of them in front of Han Qianluo: "After walking such a long way, Miss Han is thirsty too, drink some water."

"Thank you." Han Qianluo thanked politely, took a sip of tea, and put it back on the table.

Zhen Xiuming took a sip herself, and then said: "Miss Han is also a smart person, so I won't beat around the bush, let's just say it, Maji Bakery recently launched a kind of matsutake cake, which has never been seen before. After that, no one has eaten it, I heard that this kind of pastry is made by Miss Han, I wonder if it can be sold to Zhenshanfang?"

Sure enough, Han Qianluo thought to himself, but the expression on his face didn't change at all, he still kept the faint smile before, and said, "I'm really sorry, I can only make a little bit now, matsutake cake, So there is no way to sell it to Guifang.”

"Really don't think about it anymore, as much money as Maji Bakery has paid, we will also pay the same amount of money." Zhen Xiuming said.

If it was before the cooperation with Ma Qiaozhong, Han Qianluo might have sold the cake to Zhenshanfang, but now it is impossible, so he still refused without hesitation.

However, Zhen Xiuming is not a person who will give up so easily. He continued: "If Miss Han is not satisfied with the price, we can continue to discuss."

"Shopkeeper Zhen, my little girl is very grateful for your respect for my craftsmanship, but I have already signed the paperwork with Shopkeeper Ma, so I really have no intention of doing it." Han Qianluo said truthfully.

Zhen Xiuming didn't have any expression on his face when he heard this sentence, but it took a while before he said: "Since this is the case, then there is really no way, I'm really sorry for delaying Miss Han for so long .”

After leaving Zhenshanfang, Han Qianluo walked directly outside the city, intending to go home, but after a short walk, Han Qianluo heard someone calling him again. A man I don't know.

"You are the Han girl who can make matsutake cake, right? I am the shopkeeper of Chen Ji Bakery, and my surname is Chen." The man introduced himself.

Han Qianluo felt a little strange, what happened today, but he still smiled and said, "What's the matter with you?"

"Let's come in and talk," the man said.

It was only then that Han Qianluo realized that they were standing in front of a teahouse, but she probably knew what this man was for, so she said, "There's no need to go in, is shopkeeper Chen coming to me to buy matsutake cake?"

"I didn't expect Miss Han to guess it. It's really for this matter." The man said with a smile.

Han Qianluo shook his head, and said with some regret: "I'm really sorry, I signed a document with the shopkeeper Ma, and I can't sell it to anyone else."

The man was also taken aback after hearing this, but he didn't say much, and left very simply, while Han Qianluo continued to rush home. This time, he was not disturbed by anyone, and he quickly walked to Qianyangli. As soon as he walked to the boundary of Qianyangli, he saw a person, a middle-aged woman, it was Zhou Shi.

"Qianluo, you're back." Mrs. Zhou greeted warmly.

Han Qianluo naturally knew the reason for Zhou's enthusiasm, so he quickly said: "Aunt Zhou, I asked, but the shopkeeper I know only needs one person."

"That's it." Zhou's expression suddenly became a little disappointed, but then he squeezed out a smile and said, "No matter what, I'd like to thank Qian Luo. When can I go then?"

"Tomorrow, come with me tomorrow morning." Han Qianluo said.

Mrs. Zhou nodded quickly, and asked eagerly, "When is tomorrow morning?" Han Qianluo thought for a while, and replied, "I'll call you when I go."

"Row."

After Han Qianluo returned home, he didn't rest for too long, and went out to mow grass with a basket on his back to feed the cows.The grass used to feed the cows is not too particular. A lot of grass can be mowed back, so it didn't take long to mow half of the basket, but the amount of grass that the cows need to eat is very large, so Han Qianluo still needs to continue mowing the grass.

"Thousands of falls."

When Han Qianluo heard this clear male voice, he immediately raised his head to see that he was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slightly thin body, not as strong as ordinary farm boys.

"Zhu Er, when did you come back?" Han Qianluo asked.

This Zhu Er is also from Qianyangli, and they are usually familiar with Han Qianluo, but I heard that he went to another place to move his ancestor's grave a few days ago.

"I just came back yesterday." Zhu Er asked with a smile, "Qianluo, what are you doing mowing the grass?"

"Hey cow, I bought a cow."

Han Qianluo chatted with Zhu Er while mowing the grass, and didn't think there was anything wrong, but it didn't take long to find that some people turned their heads to look at the two of them from time to time, and they looked ambiguous, which made Han Qianluo feel a little strange, and couldn't bear it. I kept asking, "Why are these people looking at us like this?"

"No, nothing." Zhu Er suddenly stammered.

Han Qianluo thought about it immediately, and felt that it was probably because these people rarely saw himself with a man, so they took a second look, then he didn't care, and continued to mow the grass.

Han Qianluo didn't stop until the basket was full, and went home.But just as he walked to the door of the house, he heard the voices of some familiar women, the matchmaker Sun.

What is she here for?
　Is anyone watching...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)