Shopkeeper Song stood at the door of his clothing shop, looking at the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Although he is an outsider, and his business of making a living has nothing to do with the local salt and miscanthus salt, he knows that the colder the weather, the more miscanthus salt is produced, not only the more merchants come and go, but also the bitter salt workers, they can also earn a few more wages, and the business of his clothing shop will naturally rise.

"Master, it's time to eat." Song's wife's voice sounded inside.

"Don't wait for Kang Nian? The stinky boy hasn't come back yet. ”

"Kang Nian said yesterday, Mr. will take a small test today, and he will come back later, so we don't have to wait for him, you have forgotten all about your feelings." Song's wife complained.

Shopkeeper Song smiled embarrassedly while closing the door of the store.

In the past two days, in addition to taking people to catch up with Zhiwen's 300 sets of clothes, there are also people who come to order cotton clothes from time to time, and they are so busy that they forget everything.

Fortunately, under his strong recommendation, many people who originally wanted to make cotton clothes have changed their minds and bought sweaters, which saved him a lot of work in making cotton clothes.

Bang bang bang! "Old Song, Old Song."

As soon as the shopkeeper Song finished eating and put down the bowl, the door of the store was slammed.

"It's coming, it's coming." Shopkeeper Song rushed out of the room, and as soon as he opened the door of the store, two figures rushed in with a cold wind.

"It turned out to be Fan Gongzi and the fourth housekeeper, please take a seat."

"Yo, Fan Gongzi, are you injured?" When the two sat down, Shopkeeper Song pointed to each other's foreheads and asked.

"Don't mention it, I was in a hurry to rush back to Puzhou, and when it snowed, the carriage almost overturned, which was caused by the carriage."

"Then I'm going to get a doctor to show you?"

"Don't bother you, I've seen it in a medical hall just now, it's not a big deal."

"That's good, that's good." Shopkeeper Song smiled and said, "It's so late, Fan Gongzi, are you coming to the shop...?" ”

"I came out in a hurry this time, the snow fell early this year, and I didn't bring enough clothes, so I came here to see if there were any ready-made silk cotton vests."

"This...", the shopkeeper Song was embarrassed, "This silk cotton vest can only be worn by a noble person like you, ordinary people can't afford to wear it, how can there be a ready-made one in a small store." ”

This silk cotton is made entirely of silk, which is expensive, and ordinary people rarely even wear silk clothes, let alone cotton clothes made of silk.

Fan Gongzi laughed, "That's right." ”

"Why don't I make you a set?" To make a silk cotton vest, even if you only earn manual fees, it is a lot, and you can't help but be unimpressed.

As for Zhiwen's three hundred sets of clothes, it is completely possible for the guy and his own wife to do it, and if they are too busy, they can hire a helper temporarily.

"Okay." Fan Gongzi said lazily.

"Then..., please get up, I'll measure you."

"Lao Li, I have made a lot of clothes from you, what's the matter, don't you have my size?"

"Fan Gongzi, haven't I seen you for a while, and I think you are even more arrogant, I'm afraid that there is a mistake in the previous size, if it doesn't fit, it will sweep your face?"

Shopkeeper Song made a silent sycophant, and he shot it very smartly, skillfully avoiding the fact that this Fan Gongzi had gained a lot of weight, which made him laugh and scold: "You, you, Lao Li, Cheng, come and measure." ”

Then stand up.

"Daddy!" At this time, someone shouted outside the door.

As soon as the shopkeeper Song heard the voice, he knew that it was his son, "Fan Gongzi waits, it's the dog who is back." ”

When he arrived at the door, he saw several guards blocking a young man in a Confucian shirt and preventing him from entering.

"Master Fan, please raise your noble hand and let the dog in." Shopkeeper Song bowed his hand.

"Alright, alright." Fan Gongzi's lazy voice sounded in the room, "A half-grown child is also worth your nervousness." ”

He had seen the son of the shopkeeper Song before, he was not yet an adult, and he was still a scholar, so how could there be any threat.

"Dad," Song Kangnian walked into the room and asked, "There are guests?" ”

Shopkeeper Song was already measuring the size at this time, "Come on, come on, Fan Gongzi is our old customer, come and see the gift." ”

Song Kangnian stepped forward and bowed his hand, raised his head, and saw clearly by the light that it was indeed the Fan Gongzi who came to the store from time to time to make clothes.

About two years ago, this Fan Gongzi somehow walked into the alley where his small shop was located, and after entering his family's clothing shop, he praised his father's ready-to-wear clothes hanging outside, saying that it was the entire Pujie and Liangzhou, and his father's craftsmanship in making clothes could be eyed.

From then on, or half a year, or three or four months, this Fan Gongzi would always come to his store to make a few clothes, and he would come and go, and he would be familiar with his face.

Fan Gongzi saw Song Kangnian salute and nodded slightly.

The moment he finally looked down, he looked down, but he saw something he had never seen before, it was the sweater under the collar of the Song shopkeeper's hood that was bowed to his measurements.

"Huh? Old Song, what are you wearing here? ”

"Oh, that's what you're talking about, right?" Shopkeeper Song took the collar of the sweater and said, "This is a sweater." ”

"Sweater?" Fan Gongzi had to admit that he had never heard of this thing.

"Come on, come on, take it off and let me gain knowledge." The sweater sweater, as the name suggests, is made of wool, but the one on the Song shopkeeper is woven with thread, which is different from the leather jacket and felt coat.

"No, no, Fan Gongzi, there is still a small shop." Shopkeeper Song had already measured the size while speaking, and then rushed into the back room to get a sweater and came out, this thing is so precious that even his son Song Kangnian doesn't know where to put it.

Fan Gongzi took a sweater in his hand, tasted it carefully for a while, and then compared it to himself, the size was just right, and complained:

"Lao Song, you have such a good ready-to-wear garment, don't sell it to me, but let me make it fresh, you are not authentic."

"Ouch, Fan Gongzi, you misunderstood the little one." The shopkeeper Song shouted, "This sweater is made of wool, we subordinates can wear it, how dare you wear it for a big man like you." ”

"It's okay," Fan Gongzi waved his hand, "It's in a hurry, it's snowing, I don't have enough clothes, I wear it to keep out the cold first, and you can do it again with a silk cotton vest, the silver won't be missing yours, how about it?" ”

"Fan Gongzi is atmospheric, thank you very much." Shopkeeper Song said diligently that when he entered the house just now, he deliberately took it close to Fan Gongzi's size, and it really succeeded in arousing Fan Gongzi's interest.

"Do you still have this sweater? Old Song. Fan Gongzi then asked, "If you have one, take a few more pieces out, and let Xiao Si and my entourage pick and choose, one for each person." ”

"Yes, there is." Shopkeeper Song hurriedly said, "It's really a blessing to follow Fan Gongzi." ”

Xiao Si was overjoyed, he was also wearing less clothes, and when he came back from Jiezhou, although he sat in the car with their son-in-law, he was still cold enough.

"Childe's reward, one person and one sweater, come in and pick one." He yelled outside the store.

As soon as he entered the room, Song Kangnian, who was about to chat with his mother, heard the footsteps of "Ka Ka" sounding from far and near, followed by the thanks of these people.

"Gongzi Xie!"

The first four thanks, all of them were overjoyed.

"Xianxian (thank you), male... Paper. ”

Only the last man's voice was unusually harsh, and his accent was very strange, as if he couldn't speak very well.

Song Kangnian poked his head out curiously, this person had the impression that he was stopped by him outside the door just now.

The man was wearing a fur hat, which could be clearly seen in the light, and there was no hair on his sideburns, and he was bare.

Outside the Saiwai Hulu, Song Kangnian understood, the northern households of the Jin Dynasty, there were many Mongols, but it was not unusual.

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