Chapter 39: The Merchant
Thinking of rose-red, Chen Wen remembered that there seemed to be a lack of rose-red in his cotton thread.
Unsure, Chen Wen kicked off his shoes, rolled over to bed, and rummaged through his sewing basket at the bedside.
The cotton threads are tied into slender twists, so as to avoid knots and entanglements, and it is also very convenient for Chen Wen to grab them.
She looked over and over, but she didn't see any rose-red cotton threads.
Chen Wen grabbed the pink and white thread and thought about it.
There is no rose red line, in fact, pink and white can also be used, but pink and white are a bit girly, not too indigo, and the hibiscus flower is still a rose-red petal is better-looking, Chen Wen thought about it, or wanted to use rose.
Then you'll have to buy thread!
So Chen Wen bent down to put on his shoes and trotted to the hall to find Li Suniang.
"Grandma!"
Li Suniang crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and fanned the wind with a pu fan, and when she heard Chen Wen calling her, she immediately opened her eyes: "What's wrong?" ”
"I want to ask, where did you buy me the needle and thread?"
"Didn't I tell you, I bought it from the merchant."
"Merchant?"
Chen Wen knew that there were no small grocery stores in the countryside, and the only thing that could buy and sell daily necessities, small snacks and the like could only rely on the merchants.
According to Zhang Alan, the merchant often walks from the head of the village to the end of the village, and after stopping for a long time, he goes to the next village. So Chen Wen has been here for so long, and he has never seen a merchant at all.
Chen Wen stomped his feet and said in distress: "I haven't seen a merchant walk around the village once. ”
Li Suniang smiled, stretched out her finger and poked her head, "Count yourself, how many times do you go out every day?" And how long can you stay outside? Either stay at home every day, or only go to the field, it is strange to meet a merchant. ”
"Oops." Chen Wen grabbed Li Suniang's hand and shook it twice: "Then grandma told me, how can I meet the merchant?" ”
"Then tell me first, what do you want to buy when you look for the merchant?"
"Buy cotton thread." Chen Wen scratched his chin and said, "I still want to buy some paper and pencils." ”
In the matter of paper and pen, you can't always seek the help of the village chief, once or twice people are willing to take it, you borrow it a few more times, and people will be annoyed, so Chen Wen decided to buy some for himself and use it first.
Li Suniang was helpless, but she also knew that she was making money, and she really had to support her, so she had to tell her: "The merchant comes back every five days, and every time he goes to Zhangjia Village, it's after noon, you can pinch and wait." ”
"When did the last merchant come?"
Li Suniang frowned, thought for a while, calculated the time, and then said, "It seems to be the day before yesterday." ”
"That means that you can only meet the merchant the day after tomorrow?"
"Hmm." Li Suniang nodded, "However, the merchant brings different things every time, and I only happened to buy cotton thread last time, and he doesn't always bring cotton thread back." ”
"Ah......h
"But you can wait for the next time he comes, tell him to come again, and bring it to you."
But in this case, waiting for the merchant to bring something is a bit time-consuming, Chen Wen thought of luck, and asked again: "Then in addition to the merchant can buy and sell, is there any other way to buy cotton thread?" ”
"Then you'll have to travel all day to the market in the city and buy it."
Chen Wen swallowed his saliva and looked at the tips of his shoes, one day...... She definitely won't be able to go far, so let's talk about it when the merchant comes.
I really waited for days.
On this day, Chen Wen has been guarding the avenue in and out of the village since the afternoon, which can be regarded as the emperor's wish, so that she waited for the merchant.
From a distance, Chen Wen couldn't really see it, until he saw the flat shoulder carried by the merchant, slowly walking from the avenue, and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's a merchant, that's right.
The merchant did not pass by the door of every house, he only walked on the main road, and he did not shout, but the people of the village seemed to know when he was coming, and as soon as he arrived in the village, people gathered around him to buy something.
In this group, except for some women and the elderly, most of them are children, but most of them gather around and don't buy anything, just join in the fun.
Chen Wen was embarrassed to squeeze in the middle of a group of children, so he stood aside and waited, bored and had to observe the merchant.
The merchant was a man in his fifties, not very tall, with a beard, a white turban wrapped around his head, and shoes on his feet, perhaps because he was in a hurry, and a hole was broken to reveal the cloud socks inside.
The merchant is very kind, even if the children don't buy things, he is very friendly, and there is no cross-eyebrow cold bombardment.
It wasn't until the children were almost scattered that Chen Wen walked over that the merchant saw her.
Chen Wen's gaze swept over the burden of the merchant, and the things sold were many and miscellaneous, and they were placed in an unorganized manner, so that Chen Wen couldn't find the cotton thread for a while.
While the merchant was cleaning up the things that had been turned over by the children, he asked the little girl, "What to buy?" ”
"Cotton thread."
The merchant cleaned up his hand, "It's really unfortunate that I didn't prepare cotton thread today." ”
"Is there a pen or paper, or a block of ink?"
These words provoked the merchant to take a sneak peek at Chen Wen, and couldn't help but be puzzled, how expensive is the pen and paper, what does a little girl buy it for? Do you read and write?
But in line with the principle that she was a guest, the doubts were swallowed in his stomach, and the merchant pulled out a brush and ink block from under his burden.
This was something he wanted to sell to a reader before, but unfortunately people didn't like it, so he piled it underneath.
"No paper, just these, do you want it?"
Chen Wen took the pen and tried the tip of the pen in the palm of his hand, it was not a good brush, so he drew it twice, and it would lose hair. I put down the brush and took the ink block again, a very small piece, which may not last for a few days.
But something is better than nothing.
"How much silver?"
"This is seven copper plates, and this ink block is a little more expensive, fifteen."
Chen Wen was stunned, a little dissatisfied with the price: "It's a bit expensive, this one is not good, and it will be divergent." ”
Then he exaggerated his fingertips and picked up the ink block, "Look at this ink block, such a small piece, I can use it for a few days, how can I still ask for fifteen copper plates." ”
"This ......" the merchant thought for a while, anyway, those scholars didn't want it, and he couldn't sell it, so he had to compromise: "That's okay, two things will be sold to you for twenty." ”
Chen Wen waved his hand, "I'll be sixteen." ”
"Then I'm not going to sell it."
Chen Wen did not hesitate at all, and returned him: "If you don't sell it, forget it." ”
After saying that, I wanted to turn around and leave.
The merchant took the ink and pen, struggled in his heart for a moment, and stopped her: "Okay, okay, sixteen is sixteen." "Sixteen, he can only make a little, but it's better than piling up and no one buys it, making him lose money.
Chen Wen walked a few steps, and was called back, his heart was happy, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, blinked, suppressed his laughter, approached the merchant, and took out his purse from his pocket.
Chen Wen untied the thread on his purse, and said while taking the money: "Can I trouble you, can you bring me some cotton thread and paper when I come back to Zhangjia Village?" ”
"Yes, what kind of cotton thread and paper do you want?"
To make it clear, he will only be able to piggyback next time.