Song Lingxue was a little disappointed when she entered the town, this place was completely different from the ancient bazaar she imagined, although it had the appearance in the memory of the original owner, but when she saw it with her own eyes, it was another scene.

On either side were low houses, with grey tiles and mud-brick walls, which were no better than the houses in the village, except that the portals were facing the street, apparently for ease of doing business.

Along the way, there are occasionally one or two two-story small buildings with good blue brick houses, but they are all hung with curtains, and you can't see what is being sold inside.

Further on, to the west of the town is the market, where to the north is a row of low-slung shops with fat powder shops, grocery shops, blacksmith shops, and confectionery shops......

On the south side, there are rows of simple sheds, which include vegetable sellers, wild animal sellers, pork stalls, baked cake stalls and noodle soup stalls.

Song Lingxue first turned around roughly and asked about the price, but after a circle, she was empty-handed, she didn't buy anything, and she transferred into an embroidery shop, which is the only embroidery shop in the town, and the place where Shilan sells embroidery is here.

After Song Lingxue entered, she found that there were all kinds of cloths hanging on both sides, among which there was a small two-tier counter, and the lower layer was filled with small objects such as handkerchiefs, purses, and silk flowers, and several sets of ready-to-wear clothes were placed on it.

There was a woman in a cotton dress with yellow flowers on a green background who was holding an account book in one hand and an abacus in the other.

"Lady Ma!" Song Lingxue screamed, she remembered that Shi Lan said that the proprietress of this embroidery shop was a widow, and her family had been gone for many years, so she resumed her mother's name, so everyone called her Ma Niangzi.

Song Lingxue knew that the original owner had also been here a few times, but she didn't know if people remembered her.

Hearing someone call her, the horse lady put down her abacus, closed the account book, and looked up at Song Lingxue, she only felt a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

"Ma Niangzi, I'm from Yaojia Village, and I came here today to buy something." As soon as Song Lingxue saw her appearance, she knew that she couldn't remember, and she didn't say much, anyway, she was here to buy something, and she didn't need to put anything close, sometimes acquaintances were embarrassed to make a price.

"What does my sister-in-law want to buy?" When Ma Niangzi heard this, she also smiled and came to her senses. This year, the drought does not rain, and her business has also been affected, in addition to the small things such as handkerchiefs, purses, silk flowers, etc., which can still be sold, clothes and fabrics are also from a few rich families in the town and village who only occasionally come to visit, she just calculated, removing the rent of the store has not been much.

"I wonder if you have any brightly colored cloth leftovers here?" Song Lingxue also asked with a smile, and her eyes kept looking at the silk flowers placed on the counter, except for the different colors and fabrics, the shapes were all the same, and at first glance, they were all cloth rolls, which were not good-looking at all.

Song Lingxue also saw Shi Lan making leftovers for purses yesterday, saving up to make clothes patches in the future, and then she suddenly had an idea, so today she came to ask if there are any cloth leftovers to sell, these things should not be too expensive, but she can use waste and make these cloth heads into silk flowers, is that not a business?

I used to have nothing to do before, I often watched the video of doing handicrafts on the Internet, what silk flowers, velvet flowers, silk flowers, satin flowers, silk flowers, bead flowers, hairpin flowers on the head, flower arrangements on the table, decorative pin flowers, she will do it, but she knows how to make it a little not good-looking, but she can teach Shi Lan, the eldest girl is so ingenious, these should be all right.

"Yes, yes, but it's all very trivial cloth, which is not very useful, what is my sister-in-law buying it for?" Ma Niangzi is not a person who doesn't want anything for business, so she kindly reminded her.

Song Lingxue received a kind reminder from Ma Niangzi, and she had a good impression of her in her heart, and thought that anyway, the hairpin flowers were made, and she had to rely on others, so she didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "It's not a secret, it's also for the sake of livelihood, thinking about buying some cloth and going back to make some head flowers, and you can also have some inputs, God doesn't rain this year, seeing that the production in the field is not good, and the family is almost unable to afford to eat." ”

"Yes, everyone is affected, and my shop's business is not too prosperous." It's all considered to be sympathy, Ma Niangzi sighed and answered, and then said in surprise: "Sister-in-law can make a head flower?" ”

It's the flowers in her shop, they are all from the county, the general embroidery girls are not very good at making flowers, the girls and daughters-in-law in the town are also embroidered with a purse handkerchief, and occasionally there are also head flowers, they wear it themselves, but they can't sell it.

"Foolish, you have to find a way to make two money!" Song Lingxue didn't say too much, what if it was unsatisfactory!

When Ma Niangzi heard this, the surprise she had just mentioned was much lighter, and she thought it was similar to what those embroidery girls in the town did, but in the end it was a business, she still smiled and said: "I put a hemp bag on those cloth heads, but I can't pick out the bright colors." ”

Song Lingxue nodded when she heard this, and she was also reasonable, who could pick out the color of the cloth head and put it away, so she asked, "Can you let me take a look?" ”

Ma Niangzi smiled, turned her head and shouted inside, and a twelve or thirteen girl in a yellow shirt and pink skirt came out, her figure was slightly round, but she was not fat, but her face was round, and she looked very festive: "Mother, you call me!" ”

"This is my daughter, you can just call her Yuanyuan." Ma Niangzi explained to Song Lingxue, and then said to the round-faced girl named Yuanyuan: "Mother takes this aunt to the back, you look at the front for a while." ”

Yuanyuan smiled and agreed, and Ma Niangzi took Song Lingxue to the back, passing a small place similar to an embroidery room, and arrived at a narrow room, which should be used as a warehouse, and there were several half-human-high sacks in the corner.

It may be that she hasn't moved for a long time, but when Ma Niangzi opened it in the past, a puff of dust flew up, causing her to cough a few times, and she said a little embarrassedly: "These cloths are useless, I just put them here and don't care." ”

Song Lingxue smiled and said that it was okay, and then went over and flipped through the cloth inside, the colors were diverse, most of them were cotton, some were coarse cloth, and a few silk yarns and satin, which made her feel a lot more satisfied, and asked directly: "How much is this bag?" ”

Ma Niangzi was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some surprise: "You want to buy a bag?" Seeing Song Lingxue nodding, she smiled and said: "Sister-in-law is so cool, I won't tell you anything, this bag of fifty wen, although they are all leftover fabrics, but there are also a lot of good fabrics." ”