"I divided the same cloth into two kinds, one side was priced at fifty taels and the other side was priced at thirty taels and one horse, and when the guests came in, I told them, all the fifty taels were ordered, and the thirty taels on this side were sold cheaply because I inadvertently dyed too much, but in fact, the quality and style were the same." Bai Rixiao said.

"If they don't believe it, they can take the cloth and compare it together, and after the comparison, they usually buy it, after all, the cloth is the real thing, and they can't find the slightest flaw."

She talks about these businesses.

"People are greedy for small and cheap, they think that they have bought good goods at a lower price, so they will naturally help me promote it, so that there will be more customers who will return and my cloth will sell more."

Autumn words are frequently bowed.

Bai Rixi is indeed very business-minded, and she knows how to grasp people's psychology.

Of course, she didn't sell a single piece of cloth for fifty taels or one, because no one ordered them at all, and she sold all those for thirty taels and one horses.

Even if someone later compared her cloth with that of another silk village, it would be nothing, because this cloth was worth thirty taels and one horses.

"Besides, there are some big customers who also like some expensive cloth, a hundred taels of cloth, and I have sold several of them this month. Excluding the cost of the cloth, the cost of the shop, and the monthly money of the guys, I made a net profit of four thousand taels in these two months. "The sun is full of pride.

Qiu Ci accepted the two thousand taels of dividends with peace of mind.

That's good business.

She just sat and collected the money.

"Miss, Mr. Jing, please come over." Huanxi came in and sued her.

Qiu Ci was very helpless, and before they could finish speaking, Jing Dan sent someone over to "invite" her to practice calligraphy.

This old man really didn't let her go for a moment.

"I see." She had no choice but to say to Huanxi, "You go and sue him, and I'll come right away." ”

Huanxi responded that Shi Li went out.

Bai Rixi was curious, "What kind of gentleman is it?" Why did he ask you to practice calligraphy? ”

Qiu Ci smiled bitterly, "This is a long story, anyway, it's a strange old man." Hold me every day to write. ”

"Can't you go if you don't go?" Bai Rixiao asked again.

"I don't want to go." "But if I don't go, he'll cry." ”

Bai Rixi's eyes widened, quite incredulous.

Qiu Ji gave her an innocent look. "No way, I'll go first."

In fact, it was not only because he could cry, but also because Song Yu was on his side, Qiu Ci could see that Song Yu was happy for her to practice calligraphy.

I don't know if it's because I can spy on her. Or because he wanted to slap in with that old gentleman.

On a crisp autumn day, Mr. Jing and Song Yu sat under the elm tree and played against each other, with a small coffee table next to them, on which tea was boiled.

The courtyard was very quiet, and the rustle of the leaves could be heard in the wind, and they looked at the chess game in front of them intently, Xiao Zhizheng was standing not far away, and when he saw Qiu Ci coming, he nodded and said hello from afar.

Qiu Ci was inconvenient to disturb, so she stood behind Song Yu and watched for a while. Seeing that they were fighting to the critical point, she thought about going to the side to practice calligraphy first.

"Here we are." Song Yu seemed to have a pair of eyes behind his back, he didn't raise his head, and asked very casually.

Hearing this, Mr. Jing raised his head, and he glanced at Qiu Ci, "You go over there to practice calligraphy first." ”

After he said this, his eyes fell to the chessboard again, and he didn't pay attention to Qiu Zi anymore.

Qiu Ci smiled, and the response was. I went to practice calligraphy obediently.

Originally, she just wanted to go over and practice calligraphy.

After a while, the chess idiot had to check her handwriting, and if she didn't write well, she wouldn't even be able to eat on time.

So, in the same compound. One person writes, two people play, but it is surprisingly quiet.

The autumn sun is soft, and the light and shadow spill down the treetops to the ground, giving the whole courtyard a soft glow.

There were already some yellow leaves on the treetops, and a gust of wind was blowing. The leaves rustled, and some of the yellow leaves drifted to the ground in the wind.

Not far away, the curtains were lifted by the wind, and occasionally a few leaves fell into the windowsill.

In this situation, Qiu Ci wrote two sentences easily.

"Whoever reads the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Yellow Leaves close the window."

She wrote it once, felt that it was not well written, and wrote it again.

Then she still felt bad, and she copied these two words more than a dozen times.

When Song Yu came over after playing chess, she was still writing these two sentences.

He read it out, "Whoever reads the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window." ”

After reading it, I felt that it was really a good word, and the more I thought about it, the more flavorful it became, and even Mr. Jing came to see it, and I felt that it was very charming.

"Your girl's handwriting is not very good, but what she writes is good." Every time Mr. Jing praises her, he must first say that her words are not good.

Qiu Ci also knew that it was not her credit, she just took advantage of the crossing and read a few poems by heart.

She modestly said, "I'm scribbling it all." ”

Mr. Jing said to her, "If I say good, it's good, which scribbling can write you so well?" You'd rather show me! ”

Qiu Ci was a little embarrassed when he said this.

Mr. Jing did not give up, he was very confident in his vision, whenever he said yes, it must be good, Qiu Ci was too modest, he felt that she was hypocritical and dishonest.

"Indeed, one is to be humble, but too much humility becomes hypocrisy." "You're a genius when it comes to lyrics. ”

His undisguised praise made Qiu Ci a little embarrassed for a while.

But she can't deny it anymore, otherwise this old gentleman Jing will still have to say that she is hypocritical.

"You don't have to be proud, although the lyrics are good, but the words are still bad, you still have to practice!" Mr. Jing said again.

Qiu Ci had to whisper yes, and continued to pick up the pen and practice the words.

That's fine, otherwise she really doesn't know how to face this old gentleman.

A few days have passed in the blink of an eye, and under the "devilish" training of Mr. Jing, the words have grown a lot.

After all, she has a soul in her twenties, and if she practices hard day and night, her progress is still very fast.

Of course, Mr. Jing was still not satisfied with her handwriting.

"It's still a shortcoming, Shen Yun, similar but godless." He looked sternly at the words handed over by Qiu Ci, stroked his long white beard and said.

He was so harsh, if he was really just an eleven-year-old girl, he would have been tortured to death.

"Yes." Qiu Ci did not object, but obediently continued to sit back and practice calligraphy.

Mr. Jing was very satisfied with her well-behaved, and he had his own plans.

He wanted to teach Qiu Ci well, and when her master came back from Yunyou, he might appreciate him even more when he saw that he taught Qiu Ci so well and wrote such a good hand.

He has an extraordinary enthusiasm for Qiu Ci's master, whom he has never met.

Although Song Yu is also very powerful, he is young and a little arrogant after all.

Mr. Jing is bent on seeing Qiuci's master.

People are always like this, full of curiosity and enthusiasm for what they have not yet obtained.

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PS: For the sake of me being so diligent and on the second watch, if you have a monthly pass, just vote for a few more, thank you~~~~ (To be continued.) )