Ding Qinghe raised her hand and gently wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with the handkerchief she carried with her, after listening to her mother-in-law Yang's accusation, she felt a little aggrieved in her heart, she bit her lower lip and comforted herself, she will be better after separating in the future, and she will be patient for the time being.

"Mother-in-law, the snails were sold for a hundred yuan, and the herbs were sold for fifty-one yuan. Ding Qinghe took her mother-in-law Yang to a secluded place next to her, and quietly handed the money bag into the hands of her mother-in-law Yang.

"Really, really?" It's a total of 151 yuan! Oh my God, this daughter-in-law sells things better than her, and her basket of eggs and embroidery has only sold for a total of 73 yuan!

"You count it yourself. Ding Qinghe saw her eyes showing ecstasy, the corners of his lips hooked, and smiled.

Yang really looked around first, and when he saw that no one was walking nearby, he turned his back to Ding Qinghe, his face to the willow tree, and carefully counted the copper coins in the money bag.

Yang hurriedly counted the money, his eyes lit up, and his heart was as happy as if he had drunk honey.

After Yang really finished counting one hundred and fifty-one coins, after the money bag was placed close to her, she took the initiative to hand the bamboo tube to Ding Qinghe with a smile.

"Daughter-in-law Zhu Geng, if you're thirsty, drink saliva. Yang smiled.

Ding Qinghe was not polite, she was indeed thirsty, she took the bamboo tube and drank all the tea in the bamboo tube, if it was usually her way of drinking, she would have been disliked by the Yang family I don't know how many times, but now, the Yang family has no opinion at all.

"Daughter-in-law Zhu Geng, you are so amazing, my basket of eggs and our embroidery were only sold for seventy-three cents together. Yang said.

"Mother-in-law, Zhu Geng always wears old clothes, can I buy him a new cloth to make new clothes today?" Ding Qinghe thought about Shi Zhu Geng's kindness to himself, so he wanted to be kind to Shi Zhu Geng.

"It's not a New Year's holiday, what are you doing making new clothes?" Yang thought of taking money from the money bag, how could he take it out if he hadn't covered it yet? But the herbs and snails, Ding Qinghe also had a share!

"But...... But those herbs were also dug up by me and Zhu Geng in the mountains!" Ding Qinghe was a little annoyed.

This dead old woman in the eyes of losing money! Why are you so stingy! Rub, is Shi Zhugeng the child you picked up? A piece of cloth is sold for 12 yuan, and she still refuses to take out 12 yuan!

"That's it, I'll give you ten cents, and you can buy two coarse cloths! How nice it would be for you and Zhu Geng to have a new dress when the time comes!" Yang gave Ding Qinghe ten cents painfully, and said in a high-sounding manner.

"Mother-in-law, it's not safe for you to carry so much money on your body, it's better for you to go back first, I'll just walk back by myself in a while, I still want to see if I can find an embroidery village to sell these purses?" Ding Qinghe looked at the ten cents handed over by the Yang family, and a sarcastic smile hooked up on the corner of his lips, it turned out that Shi Zhugeng was only worth ten cents in the Yang family's heart!

Yang felt that Ding Qinghe was daydreaming, but he was embarrassed to hit him in person, after all, she had just handed over so much money to herself.

"Oh, okay, then I'll go back first. The Yang family didn't care whether Ding Qinghe was hungry or not, so he turned around and left first, as if if if she didn't leave, the copper coins in her hand would be bothered by Ding Qinghe.

Ding Qinghe looked at the back of the Yang family in the distance, rolled her eyes towards the sky, and secretly said that she was fortunate that she had taken precautions, otherwise she would really lose to death.

Ding Qinghe spent three cents at the Zhuniang porridge shop to buy a bowl of mung bean porridge to relieve the heat.

Ding Qinghe asked Zhu Niang to find out that the largest embroidery village in Wumen Town was called Kuaiji Embroidery Village, so she looked for it herself.

This is in the center of Wumen Town and very neat and spacious Kuaiji Embroidery Village, Kuaiji Embroidery Village is huge, enough to occupy the three shops connected together, very magnificent.

Ding Qinghe was worried that the small-scale embroidery village was reluctant to buy a purse in the shape of a rabbit made in his hand.

But Zhang Jiulang, the guy from this Kuaiji embroidery village, is a snob, and when he saw the patched clothes Ding Qinghe was wearing, he felt that it was impossible for her to come up with any good embroidery to sell, and he was not enthusiastic at all when he came to greet him.

Ding Qinghe didn't want to perfunctory this kind of shrimp soldier crab general, she said directly to Zhang Jiulang: "You shopkeeper is here?"

"What are you doing with our shopkeeper?" Zhang Jiulang put his hands around his chest, with an arrogant expression, he felt that Ding Qinghe must be a bad person.

"I have embroidery to sell to him!" Ding Qinghe replied calmly.

"You take out the embroidery you brought first and show it to me!" Zhang Jiulang sneered, obviously not believing that Ding Qinghe would have good embroidery.

"My embroidery is only for people who know the goods, since your store is a big bully, then I don't want to come to the door to ask for it, I'll go to the splendid embroidery village to ask, hey, it's a pity, it's a pity!" The last sentence of scolding is as elegant as Ding Qinghe, she didn't scold Zhang Jiulang in person.

She wants to take the embroidery to the splendid embroidery village to sell? No, if it is really a rare good thing, the shopkeeper knows it, and she has to scold herself?

"Wait! I ...... I'll invite our shopkeeper to come out for you right away! You drink tea first!" Zhang Jiulang's attitude immediately changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he led her to an elegantly furnished side room next to her to drink tea.

Ding Qinghe saw that Zhang Jiulang was still able to carry it clearly, so he nodded and then sat down on the Taishi chair on the side, drinking tea calmly.

After a while, Zhang Jiulang invited the shopkeeper Huo of Kuaiji Embroidery Village over.

At the age of about forty, he is tough and shiny, and the clothes on his body are all excellent satin.

"What embroidery does the little lady have to sell?" Shopkeeper Huo is well-informed, he will not look down on people like his fellow Zhang Jiulang, he asked with a smile at this time.

"I have some purses with novel shapes that I want to sell to Kuaiji Embroidery, but I am afraid that some people will not know the goods. Ding Qinghe shook the small blue bag gently, revealing a dozen purses shaped like rabbits.

"That's it, dare you call it embroidery?" Zhang Jiulang sneered when he saw it, he thought it was an exquisite embroidery or something like that, and it was this strange thing for a long time.

"For some people, it may not be embroidery, but for those who like it, it is far from embroidery. Ding Qinghe said calmly, when she decided to come over and sell these purses, she had already prepared a draft in her heart, and even planned to sell them at all.

"Tell me, what's good about your so-called novelty purses?" Shopkeeper Huo sat on the Taishi chair opposite Ding Qinghe, put his hand on the armrest, and said with a light smile.

"It's a bunny-like look, and young girls and children from large families will love it. Maybe the embroiderer can't say how good, but my purse is designed to have a lot of things, you see that the lining of my purse can be turned into a big bag, just like the burden can be loaded with things, if you put some cotton wool in this big bag, this purse is not like a real rabbit?" Ding Qinghe saw that the shopkeeper Huo was not as sarcastic as Zhang Jiulang, and she introduced with a smile.

"Like, really like, the little lady is really ingenious. Shopkeeper Huo saw that she was dressed as a married woman, so he smiled and called her a little lady.

As soon as the shopkeeper Huo heard Ding Qinghe's introduction, he took a purse from Ding Qinghe's hand and looked at it carefully several times, in fact, when Ding Qinghe looked at the little rabbit purse she embroidered in the shopkeeper Huo, she was still very nervous.

"Okay, these ten or so purses, let's remember that the embroidery village is all wanted, so let's do it, how about ten cents? The price I give to others, but one purse is only three cents!" Huo Shopkeeper meant that he had already given a high price.

"I'm sorry, I'd better sell these purses to people who know the goods!" Ding Qinghe thought to himself that she had worked so hard to make these purses that she almost broke her eyes, and the price was really unsatisfactory. She didn't believe that she couldn't find someone who knew the goods.

"Little lady, let's do it, thirty yuan a purse, I bought your creativity, as for your embroidery work in this purse is really not very good, you just admitted it yourself, right? So I think thirty yuan a purse, it really can't be higher!"

"Okay, make a deal, so let's sell you the method of making zuò, I don't want a high price, just two hundred yuan." Ding Qinghe thought that his specialty was medical skills, and he was really not good at embroidery.

"Okay, refreshing! Contemptible people are exempt from the noble surname Huo, what is the name of the little lady?" Huo thought to himself, the idea of buying a purse for two hundred yuan is still very cost-effective.

Ding Qinghe and Huo said that in addition to the rabbit shape, you can also make other animal shape purses, which can be lined inside, and then the purse can be used for two purposes, one is used as a purse, and the other is to turn out the lining of the purse and stuff it with cotton wool, which can be used as a child's doll.

"My surname is Ding, a native of Shimaruzi Village, Huchao Mountain. Ding Qinghe introduced himself with a smile.

"If you have new embroidery in the future, you can use it to remember the embroidery village. Shopkeeper Huo said happily.

Ding Qinghe saw eleven purses and earned 330 yuan, plus the money from selling creative purses for 200 yuan just now, it was very good, he had more than 500 yuan at once, and he also had the money to buy cloth in the cloth workshop.

Ding Qinghe remembered Yang's stingy appearance, and thought to herself that if she knew that she had sold for so much money, she would definitely ask for all the money she earned to be handed over to the public middle school.

What can I do?

Just when Ding Qinghe was thinking about whether he wanted to go to Tongcheng Money Bank again to save money, he saw his mother Fei calling his girlfriend name not far away.

"Qinghe, you dead girl, why don't you say hello when you see the old lady? It's really the water spilled by the married daughter! You white-eyed wolf with no conscience!" Fei Shi saw that Ding Qinghe came out of Kuaiji Embroidery Village, and saw the smile on the corner of Ding Qinghe's lips, she guessed in her heart whether she had made money by selling embroidery?

Ding Qinghe saw the original best mother who suddenly rushed to her like a mouse, and she suddenly had a headache.

"Mother......" Ding Qinghe rolled his eyes indecently at the sky, then looked at her reluctantly, and shouted at her in a low voice, saying in his heart that this Fei Shi was only afraid that he would suddenly stop himself at this time, and there would definitely be nothing good.