"You really transported this cloth from southern Xinjiang?" Su Hao's chin pointed to the flower cloth on the counter.

The aunt was unhappy, her face collapsed and she squinted at Su Hao: "I said this little brother, look at this color, where have you seen it?" Could it be that I'm an old woman and can't lie to you? ”

Su Hao lifted the corner of the cloth and chuckled: "Auntie, this pattern is indeed difficult to see in the Central Plains, but this cloth ......"

Cloth? The corner of the aunt's mouth twitched, could it be that this big man could still see the origin of the fabric? Impossible! The aunt continued to say with a straight face: "What's wrong with the fabric?" This fabric, you touch, you pull, how strong, how ......"

"It's just too strong." Su Hao touched his chin and looked at the boss lady in front of him with a smile.

"Huh? Is there anything wrong with the sturdy fabric? What do you rich boys think? If the fabric breaks after washing twice, or it breaks after two days of wearing, then who will buy it! If you want to buy cloth, buy it, don't buy it and don't make a mess, right? "Picky, isn't it? The aunt's eyebrows have been upside down, and there are those who dislike the strong fabric! Rich people are like this, "Our cloth shop sells all the things of the common people, go over there, those silk villages or something sell some yarn and silk, it will not be strong, little brother, you go over there and take a look!" What's the fuss in me? ”

Tong Yan also felt that Su Hao's thorn was a little too picky, so she smiled at the proprietress embarrassedly, pulled Su Hao's sleeve, and said softly: "Su Hao, don't deliberately find fault, what the aunt said is right, where can poor people wear things like silk yarn......"

What a deception! Su Hao glared back at Tong Yan.

The proprietress didn't care about the two of them, and picked up the cloth and walked to the counter.

"Wait, Auntie!" Su Hao raised his hand to stop the proprietress and said, "The cloth is good, but this kind of strong and fine cloth is rarely used in dyeing this kind of cloth in southern Xinjiang, and this fabric, regardless of texture or texture, feels more like the weaving technique in the Jiangnan area......"

The proprietress was shocked, this person is a knowledgeable person! But he still had a straight face: "Little brother, you can't talk nonsense!" I'm a place to do business here......"

"This boy is quite familiar with this cloth weaving, printing and dyeing?" Suddenly, a strange man's loud voice came from the side, and the three of them immediately looked over, and there was a swarthy man standing at the door of the store, not tall, looking at this side with a smile.

It was this man who spoke, but this accent was not a local, no, it should be said, not from the Central Plains, nor from Jiangnan, this accent was more like the speech of people from his hometown of Shudi. Su Hao frowned, how could there be people from Shu here?

Seeing the visitor, the proprietress didn't look very good, and gave the swarthy man a look. Tong Yan and Su Hao looked at each other, and they also felt strange.

Since the previous question was asked to Su Hao, Su Hao also arched his hands and replied to the other party: "Where is it, but there is also a business of making some cloth in the next house, so I just know a little bit about it, and I laugh and laugh." ”

The person who came didn't pay attention to the proprietress who was looking at her, but patted Su Hao's shoulder very familiarly. Just because this person is more than a head shorter than Su Hao, this shot looks a little funny. And Su Hao doesn't like to be too close to strangers, but it's too rude to dodge, so he can only stiffen the smile on his face and let someone take a picture.

Tong Yan looked at Su Hao's expression from the side, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

When the visitor saw Tong Yan snickering, he smiled embarrassedly, and then turned his head to look at the proprietress and said, "Boss, this son is an insider, and it is better to tell the truth." ”

Hearing Su Hao just say that his family is also in the cloth business, the proprietress knew that the origin of her cloth was barbaric, and the owner of this cloth was also here, so she didn't want to mix it up, so she directly gave the cloth to the man, raised her chin at Su Hao's face and said: "No, the cloth is his, if you have anything, look for him, I'm just helping him sell cloth!" Then he turned and beckoned the other guests.

The swarthy man laughed twice, put the cloth back on the counter, turned to Su Hao and asked, "Childe has seen this kind of batik cloth?" ”

"Well, I met a friend once before."

"Oh, your friend must be someone who likes to travel far and wide, right?" The swarthy man looked a little speechless.

"Huh? Kindness! Su Hao replied noncommittally.

Seeing that Su Hao was not interested in saying more, the swarthy man had a little disappointment on his face. Tong Yan was a little unbearable, and replied to Su Hao: "It's a ...... from southern Xinjiang." Forehead...... Friend, she has such a turban. ”

The swarthy man smiled twice at Tong Yanhan: "Like this? However, in recent years, there have been constant wars between tribes in southern Xinjiang, but many people have really taken refuge and escaped. ”

"Did you also take refuge?" Tong Yan asked.

The swarthy man was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "Yes! ”

Su Hao frowned, this childish face, it's okay to talk to this man, I don't know him, I still fled from southern Xinjiang, don't be sold when the time comes, and help the number of silver.

"That ......"

"This cloth is obviously dyed from local cotton cloth, and not really transported from southern Xinjiang, right?" Su Hao interrupted Tong Yan and asked the man.

The swarthy man's eyes turned around the two of them, and he laughed again: "Well, I dyed it with ordinary cotton cloth here after I arrived in Donglin. ”

Su Hao nodded, and looked at the cloth thoughtfully, if this dyeing method can be used for any cloth, and there can be more changes in the color, it can be used in clothing.

Seeing that Su Hao didn't speak, Tong Yan asked the price of the dark man's cloth.

The man waved his hand and said to Tong Yan: "It's rare to meet someone who knows this cloth, so I'll give it to you." ”

"Send? You're very generous! The proprietress not far away heard that the swarthy man was about to give away the cloth, and spoke, "It's okay to send the cloth, but you still have to give me the money for the cloth!" ”

The swarthy man glanced at the proprietress with an embarrassed look on his face, and continued, "This ...... This cloth is the ...... of the proprietress "

Tong Yan looked at the man suspiciously, then turned his head to look at the proprietress and was a little undecided, pulled Su Hao's sleeve, and asked, "Su Hao?" This cloth? ”

Su Hao came back to his senses, picked up the cloth, took out a tael of silver and handed it to the swarthy man: "You dyed it with the white cloth of the proprietress and let the proprietress try to sell it, right?" ”

The swarthy man took the silver and nodded, "Yes!" I don't know anything else, but because I like to do this printing and dyeing job, I learned it for a while. Since I came to Jiangnan, this was originally the place where the best cloth in Dacheng was produced, and there was a famous silk embroidery, and there was always a new process being developed, so I wanted to try to see if this batik thing could be sold. But ......"

"But I didn't expect the people here to like it?" Su Hao handed the cloth to Tong Yan on the side and answered the man's words.

"yes, this thing is really too different from what everyone uses on a daily basis. It seems that this road is not going to work! The swarthy man shook his head.

"Not necessarily." Su Hao showed a comfortable smile on his face, it seems that although this person has good skills, his brain is not very good, but he can use it for himself.

The swarthy man looked at Su Hao with a surprised expression, this man seemed to be very confident, did he fall in love with this batik craft or something else?