Looking at Song Cailian's figure, Song Caiwei laughed dryly, and realized that she was in the bookstore at the moment, and felt that it was very inappropriate, so she covered her mouth, reached out and picked up the book of "Shanghai Jinglu", her face was stern, and Shi Shiran walked towards the counter.

"One hundred and twenty texts of "Chronicles of the Great Continent", fifty essays each of "Literacy by Looking at Pictures" and "Three Hundred Children's Poems", and eighty essays of "Business and Sea Classics", a total of 300 essays."

It was the slightly larger guy who checked out, and the boss and the other guy didn't lift their heads, still immersed in the book.

At the beginning, when he saw Song Caiwei coming to check out, the little girl was a little puzzled, because he thought at first that these two little girls were just coming in to have a look, or to find someone, but he didn't expect that they were really here to buy books.

But when I saw the book that Song Caiwei took out, there was everything, and the little guy couldn't figure it out, and then he didn't want to, he had been a little guy for so many years, and no one had seen it.

However, seeing that Song Caiwei bought the book, the little girl knew that the two little girls in front of her were literate, so her impression of the two of them unconsciously improved.

There are not many literate people in these years, and even fewer girls have families, but looking at the clothes and temperament of the two little girls, the little girl only sighed: It's a pity!

After listening to the little girl's offer, Song Caiwei only felt a pain in her flesh, and muttered in a low voice: Why is it so expensive!

But she still reached out and took out the purse in her arms, counted out three hundred dollars and handed it to the little girl, not that she didn't want to bargain with the little girl, but it also depended on where it was.

The bookstore is one of the most unsuitable for bargaining among the many shops.

After taking the money, the little guy took out the account book and entered the account, his hands and feet were nimble, and he seemed to be a literate and literate person.

Song Cailian didn't expect that Song Caiwei would spend dozens of dollars to buy the book she read just now, and she immediately felt warm in her heart, and her mood was extremely good.

The two of them entered the bookstore for only two teas, and when they went out, they saw Song Chengwen standing at the door honestly, with a straight body, although his face was quite delicate, but his body was exceptionally strong.

Song Caiwei covered her mouth and chuckled, and when she walked to Song Chengwen's side, her face had already returned to normal.

"Big brother, it's not too early, let's go to the embroidery workshop again to buy some needlework and go back."

Hearing this, Song Chengwen and Song Cailian of course had no objection, Song Chengwen took Song Caiwei's books and put them in the bamboo basket, and then the three of them each carried the bamboo basket and walked in the other direction.

In just a moment, the three of them came to the only embroidery workshop in Shangqing Town, in front of the Cloud Embroidery Pavilion.

Compared to other shops, Yunxiu Pavilion is still much bigger, and there are people coming and going in front of the door, but most of them are women, fat, thin, old, small, ugly, good-looking, rich, and of course, very poor like Song Caiwei.

Of course, Song Chengwen didn't open his mouth this time, and was directly placed at the door by Song Cailian and Song Caiwei to continue to be his door god.

Walking into the shop, three or two girls got together, laughing, arguing, pointing, saying that this is good-looking, that is good-looking, but everyone has a smile on their faces.

There was also an older woman leading a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl looking at the red silk, and the woman who sold the cloth and the woman were talking with great excitement, and they were all smiling, only the little girl bowed her head and said nothing, and sometimes she lowered her head and smiled and blushed.

At first glance, he came to buy red cloth to make a wedding dress, Song Caiwei guessed, but she didn't stop at her feet.

When I came to the counter specializing in selling sewing and thread, I was warmly greeted by a girl about 20 years old.

The girl had a silver-white silver hairpin carved with plum blossoms on her head, and she was wearing a pale red long skirt, with rows of plum blossoms embroidered on the cuffs and waist, plus she was already good-looking, which was also pleasing to the eye.

Song Caiwei looked at the others, but as everyone knows, as early as when Song Caiwei walked over here, the woman looked at Song Caiwei and the others.

Hongmei is actually quite depressed these days, she was originally the manager of the Yunxiu Pavilion in the capital of Northern Xinjiang, and at her age, she is in this position, not to mention her ability, and it is the main thing to be valued by the dealer.

But just a few days ago, the deputy steward who followed him, the little hoof of Duxue, actually planted the rain-soaked fabric from the south to the dealer, saying that she was proud of herself, didn't take others in her eyes, and was authoritarian ****, so she led the cloth to be drenched in the rain.

What I didn't expect was that the dealer didn't even check and gave her a charge, or because of her hard work for the dealer for so many years, she would be sent to this town.

Hongmei was angry in her heart, but if she came, she would be safe, so when she saw Song Caiwei and Song Cailian walking here.

The professional first looked at the two of them, and then greeted them with a smile.

"The two little sisters don't know what to order, the things are all on the counter, you take a look first, if you can't find it, then tell Sister Sù, sister will find it for you."

Hearing this steward's words, Song Caiwei was obviously shocked by her enthusiasm, but she quickly came to her senses and praised this woman in her heart.

I didn't expect that there would be such a bold and careful woman in this ancient world, Song Cailian was an outlier, and she met such a civilized woman.

"I want half a piece of embroidery cloth, medium quality, and then a ball of embroidery thread of various colors, and then a ball of bright embroidery thread, ten embroidery needles."

Seeing this, Song Caiwei replied familiarly, and her words were a little more enthusiastic.

Hearing Song Caiwei's smooth words and calm face, Hongmei was secretly frightened, but she was also very quick to prepare what Song Caiwei wanted.

I didn't want much of anything, Hongmei grabbed the abacus on the side, picked her fingers lightly, like a dance, and calculated the price in a moment.

"A total of six hundred and sixteen texts, I see that my sister is cute, and my sister is happy in her heart, so I will give you a fraction, which is six hundred texts."

Hongmei said, with a slight smile on her face, bending down and reaching out to pinch Song Caiwei's face.

"Thank you, sister, sister is so nice."

Six hundred wen, still wiped the fraction, Song Caiwei's flesh hurts, but her face is not obvious, although she was pinched by a woman who is actually younger than herself, Song Caiwei still pretended to be cute, and smiled sweetly at Hongmei.

"Next time, I will come to my sister's place to buy things, and my sister will definitely give Wei'er cheaper next time."

Song Caiwei continued to 'ride a donkey downhill' and 'inch by inch', with an innocent face, as if it was natural to let others give her cheaper.

After listening to Song Caiwei's words, Hongmei was stunned for a moment, and was not angry, but was amused by Song Caiwei's fairy tales.

"Okay, Xiao Wei'er, next time you come to my sister, I'll give you a cheaper, but next time I come, Wei'er will call my sister Sister Mei."

Hongmei has a heartfelt love for the word 'plum', so she laughed.