After some bargaining back and forth, Zhiwen and the shopkeeper Song reached a preliminary verbal agreement that the sweater, regardless of size, would be sold to the shopkeeper Song for two dollars of silver, and as for how to sell it in the shop, it was his own business.

Of course, the most critical thing that Shopkeeper Song has not forgotten is that Zhiwen's sweaters can only be sold to him in Pu and Xie Erzhou, and cannot be sold to other stores, to put it bluntly, it is a monopoly.

Zhiwen agreed, the shopkeeper Song is a good person, and the price of the sweater is fair, and Zhiwen still has grievances against those clothing shops who are unwilling to come to measure their size.

In the future, the remaining wool can be made into more than 20 sweaters in five days, and they will be sold to him at this price.

Shopkeeper Song wanted to order more, but Zhiwen didn't agree. Once the north wind blows, the wool after the fat removal will not be able to dry for a while, and it will be troublesome if it is not done within five days.

"Farewell, farewell." Shopkeeper Song said goodbye with a smile, although the number of sweaters is a little small, but the water is long-lasting, he is very optimistic about sweaters, light, warm and comfortable, better than ordinary cotton clothes, that is, the selling price is slightly cheaper than cotton clothes, he can make a lot of money.

"Lao Li, send a task tomorrow to recruit people to wash wool." After the shopkeeper Song left, Zhiwen instructed Li Zhidao.

Washing the wool, Zhiwen will not do it again, he just needs to adjust the juice needed for cleaning, and give the rest to Baqian, let him teach these refugees under his command.

By the way, after discussion between Zhiwen and Baqian, after the wool was cleaned with lime water and miscanthus salt, another process was added, that is, after boiling water with fennel, pepper and licorice, and then soaking for a while, it can not only completely remove the fishy smell, but also stain it with a little spice flavor and make people crooked.

"Okay." Li Zhi was very happy to see that this wool that was almost useless in his eyes, and after such a toss by Zhiwen, it was actually able to sell it.

Early the next morning, Zhiwen asked Kewang and Dingguo to bring people to seal the mountain halfway up the mountain, and he was alone on the top of the mountain, and after preparing the potion, he let the eight thousand refugees who washed the wool go up the mountain.

It doesn't matter if God appreciates the face or not, things have to be done.

Then, Zhiwen discussed with Dr. Sun about going to Jiezhou Yuncheng, and although the shopkeeper Liu of the medical hall was difficult to buy by strangers, Zhiwen still wanted to try.

At the moment, although the manganese is enough, who would be afraid that there are too many things, and there is still a strategic material of salt, although it is not the salt production season, it is good to go and see.

There is no shortage of silver now, if you can buy more manganese and salt at one time, it will be the best, if you can't buy it, hehe, won't Zhiwen sneak into the salt lake to get it?

Zhiwen summed up, dressed up, let Dr. Sun take the lead, and went as a small businessman. Yesterday in the city, they had already inquired, between Puzhou and Jiezhou, there were soldiers from the salt transportation envoy to guard the pass, and the refugees were not allowed to go to Jiezhou and Yuncheng.

Not mentioning Zhiwen, they discussed going to Yuncheng, but said that the shopkeeper Song rushed to close the city gate and went to the city, and when he returned home, it was already dark.

After Song's wife served him to clean his hands and face, she couldn't help but see that he couldn't help but look happy, and couldn't help asking, "Why is my lord so happy today?" Could it be that there is a bigger financier again? ”

"No, no, you and I, husband and wife, are about to become the owners of the money." Shopkeeper Song smiled and said, "Come on, come on, eat first, and talk to you for your husband after dinner." ”

At this time, the only son of the couple shouted at the dinner table: "Daddy, mother, let's start the meal, I'm hungry." ”

Shopkeeper Song and his wife looked at each other and smiled, walked to the dining table and sat down, and scolded with a smile: "Eat, stinky boy." ”

After taking the dish given to him by Song's wife, the shopkeeper Song took it into his mouth, twisted up the wine glass, took a sip of wine with a "squeak", sighed comfortably, and sighed: "Madam, we have been here in Puzhou for some years, right?" ”

"No, I wasn't Kang Nian when I first came, and now I'm fifteen." Song's wife replied.

"You and I are private..."As soon as the shopkeeper Song said these three words, his wife glanced at him with a slanted eye, and swallowed the word "Ben" back.

"Hehe," Shopkeeper Song laughed dryly, "Have you ever resented me over the years?" ”

"The old husband and wife, what are you talking about?" Song's wife said lightly.

"Yes, Kang Nian is old, and he is about to be a child, and I also said that these are useless, they should be punished, they should be punished!" After the shopkeeper Song finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup.

"Madame, our good days are coming." After that, he completely forgot what he said after dinner, stood up, went to the package and took out two sweaters, "Come, take a look!" ”

Song's wife took the sweater, and it was the same as when the Song shopkeeper first met, smelling and touching, don't look at Zhiwen didn't see her in the store, but once a female dependent came to the door, it was Song's wife who received and tailored, and when there was a lot of work, she had to help the Song shopkeeper, and she was also quite proficient in clothing.

"Where did you get it?" Song's wife raised her head after a while, also with a look of surprise.

"I can't think of it, it's just that I was asked to go outside the city to measure the length of the refugees, and the group of people who made more than 300 sets of clothes made it, hehe, they call it a sweater."

"Sweaters? Not bad, not bad! Song's wife praised while touching, "But the cotton clothes are all compared." ”

"How much did you buy it?" But I suddenly thought of the price.

Shopkeeper Song happily stretched out two fingers.

"Two money?" Song's wife's eyes are round, even if it is sold slightly cheaper than cotton clothes, it will make almost double the money, this is going to be made.

"Dad, mother, I'm done eating." Kang Nian looked up from the bowl and licked his tongue again.

"Finished eating?" Shopkeeper Song was stunned, so fast, but he didn't expect that his husband and wife had been talking, while Kang Nian bowed his head and ate heavily.

"That's right." Shopkeeper Song said happily again, "Come on, come on, let's have a family of three, each pick a sweater and put it on." ”

The sweaters they knit by Zhiwen are of three sizes, respectively for adult men and women and children in their teens, in line with the principle of rather big than small, and the problem of shrinkage after washing, which is generally large.

"No, no, no, let's sell this sweater to make money." Song's wife is reluctant to wear it.

"Madam, if you want to sell this sweater as soon as possible, we are a family of three, so it's better to wear it early."

"Why?"

"Do you think, Kang Nian wore a sweater to go to school, and when the classmates and teachers saw it, they would inevitably be curious, so would they ask?

You wear a sweater on the street, and those aunts and wives see it, will they ask?

I'm in the store, and the customer comes to make cotton clothes, and when they see the sweater on my body, will they ask?

What about after all these people asked? ”

"So..., let's put the sweater on?" After listening to this, Song's wife also understood her husband's thoughts.

"Put it on, put it all on!" Shopkeeper Song's face was flushed, and he waved his hand generously, and his mouth was still spraying with wine.

Over there, Kang Nian took advantage of his parents' words to pick out a sweater and wear it on his body.

Song's wife looked at her son dotingly, patiently comparing the size, and slowly picking up her and Song's shopkeeper's sweaters.

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