"Eat slowly, Dazhu, it's not enough." Zhiwen said to Kewang, who was gobbling up Beixiang mutton Hubu.

Most of the twenty copies of Beixiang mutton Hu Bu brought back were divided between Kewang and Xiaolin, and the others could only watch with their eyes, no way, even if they packed another hundred copies, it was estimated that it would not be enough for these orphans, and I am afraid that the restaurant would not be able to do so much.

"Zhiwen," Kewang ate five servings in a row before he put down the food box satisfied, "Take me into the city to have a look at when you want." ”

"Wait until you have new clothes." Zhiwen deliberately teased him.

But Wang didn't speak, outside the city, even if he was rich, he couldn't get new clothes.

Xiao Jie on the side couldn't bear it, "Dazhu, the new clothes will be available soon, Xiao Zhi specially invited a clothing shop master to measure the size for everyone tomorrow." ”

"Really?" Kewang's eyes lit up.

"Then there is still a fake," Xiaoying pouted, "Not only you have it, but you and Brother Dingguo's subordinates have it." ”

Ke Wang saw Zhiwen looking at him with a smile and didn't deny it, so he believed it, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

After eating at the restaurant at noon, Zhiwen took everyone to find a clothing shop, originally wanting to buy a few sets of clothes for several people at the scene, but Dr. Sun and Xiaoying Niang resolutely did not want to, and even took Baqian, Xiaojie and Xiaoying did not dare to ask for it.

I had no choice but to buy two sets of clothes for the country, and there were ready-to-wear clothes that fit his size in the shop, so I didn't even have to wait. As for Zhiwen and Nannan, there are two sets, so naturally I didn't buy them again.

In line with the idea of not bothering the two masters, Zhiwen originally wanted to ask this clothing shop to make the clothes of Kewang, Li Zhi and the more than 100 orphans, but when the boss heard such a big deal at the beginning, his eyes narrowed into a slit with joy.

When he heard that he was going out of the city to measure people in the refugee pile, he immediately changed his hexagram, shook his head again and again, and said that he would not accept this job.

Then they ran a few more clothing stores, and the situation was similar, and the business was to be done, but they had to go out of the city to measure the refugees, and that would be forgotten.

None of them seem to be willing to deal with refugees, even if Zhiwen says he is willing to pay a deposit.

Finally, I finally found a clothing shop in a secluded alley, the shop was small and there were few people, so the shopkeeper took a young man, the interior layout was quite exquisite, and the quality of a few ready-to-wear clothes hanging outside was also good.

The shopkeeper's surname was Song, and after listening to Zhiwen's request and seeing the deposit of fifty taels of silver, he hesitated a little and gritted his teeth and agreed.

Speaking of which, the price here in Puzhou is quite stable, nearly 300 sets of clothes (two sets per person), including cloth and labor, only cost 100 taels of silver.

"Early tomorrow morning, you and Dashou will take people to the city gate to pick up Shopkeeper Song." Zhiwen instructed, although Shopkeeper Song did not mention this request, Zhiwen knew that he was still a little frightened in his heart, the refugees were so poor that they couldn't do anything.

"Hey." Kewang readily agreed.

......

The next afternoon, seeing that it was about to enter winter, the shopkeeper Song was still busy with sweat on his face, I don't know where he found a few small servants, plus a total of eight of him, and went out of the city early in the morning to measure the size of Zhiwen and their people.

I have been busy until now, and I finally finished measuring most of the people, and began to measure them to Kewang and Xiaolin, which is the meaning of Zhiwen, first finish the measurement of the orphans, so as to calm their hearts.

"Huh!" Shopkeeper Song, who was measuring Kewang's waist, let out a low exclamation, "This little brother, this dress on your body is good." After speaking, he touched the sweater on Kewang's body with his hand.

"It's called me Kewang," Dazhu smiled, "Of course, what Zhiwen got out can be worse." ”

"Zhiwen? It's Brother Zheng. Shopkeeper Song asked, picked up his sweater and sniffed it, "This is wool?" Why doesn't it smell at all? Tsk, it's so soft, it must be very warm. ”

Kewang looked smug and smiled without saying a word.

Shopkeeper Song looked around, "Yo, you all have these clothes." ”

Before, it was all for the orphans, but the shopkeeper Song didn't see the sweater, and in the end, the rest of the people were the core people, and naturally everyone had them.

While speaking, the shopkeeper Song had already measured Kewang's size with his hands and feet, and came to Zhiwen's side with a smile, the fifty taels of deposit yesterday was taken out by Zhiwen, and he decided that this child was the owner of the money.

"Brother Zheng, are you really making this dress?"

"Don't listen to Ke Wang's nonsense, the spinning and weaving clothes are all made by Aunt Song with a few sisters and other aunts, how can I have any credit." That's the truth, he only deals with eight thousand wool, and the shopkeeper Song asks who made the sweater.

"Hehe," the shopkeeper Song saw that he deliberately misinterpreted the meaning of his question, and he didn't care, the secret, who would easily admit it, he understood, "Then is there any more clothes?" Can you find one for me? ”

"Yes, you can wait a while." Zhiwen turned his head and shouted at Li Zhi, "Old Li, go get a sweater for Shopkeeper Song." ”

Li Zhi, who had just been measured by a small servant, responded and took the sweater.

"Sweater?" Shopkeeper Song muttered to himself, "It's just clothes like its name, but it's not clothes made of wool." ”

"Come, shopkeeper Song, take a look." Here, Li Zhi had already handed a sweater to him.

"Thank you, thank you." Shopkeeper Song took the sweater with one hand, stroked it carefully and gently with the other, put his nose up again, and took a few deep breaths, "Good material, good material, how can wool be so light?" ”

Maybe it was the sweater that shocked him too much, Shopkeeper Song took the sweater in his hand and played with it for a while, until Dr. Sun couldn't stand it and coughed heavily, and he came back to his senses.

"Laugh and laugh." Shopkeeper Song was a little embarrassed, and everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes, including the few little guys he brought.

"Brother Zheng, this sweater..., is there anything else?"

When Zhiwen heard this, he didn't answer, but looked at Li Zhi, he was the big housekeeper, and he knew these things best.

Li Zhi secretly thought about it and replied, "There are still about twenty pieces." ”

Shopkeeper Song showed a look of regret on his face, "Can you sell me all these twenty sweaters?" Brother Zheng, rest assured, the price is negotiable, and you will not be at a loss. If you can do more, that's even better. ”

When Zhiwen heard this, he was secretly happy in his heart.

When he arrived in Puzhou, he was worried about how to sell sweaters. Refugees outside the city don't have to think about it, they can't get enough to eat, where can they afford it. The surrounding villages were swept by him with sheep felt, and there should be no need for winter clothes for a while.

The cost of sweaters is very low, at present, it is the cost of materials and manpower to remove fat, plus the cost of spinning and weaving, it doesn't cost much at all, but Zhiwen doesn't want to let the sweater take the low-price route, but set it at a medium price, so that the price of the sweater must be higher than that of sheep felt, so the villagers may not buy it.

And the best target group is naturally those residents in Puzhou City who have more than enough food and clothing, or even well-off, but not to mention Zhiwen, as refugees, most of them can't enter the city, even if they can enter the city, Zhiwen is not optimistic.

He felt that few of the 2,000 people had the ability to sell sweaters in the city. Don't look at the fact that sheep felt sold very well before, it was all because of low-price dumping.

Who would have thought that this Song shopkeeper would take the initiative to ask for the purchase?