After eating the thirty-six zhang Shu brocade of the Peach Seven Gang, the cash silver that existed in the world of Mingyi was also hollowed out. But when she saw those beautiful Shu brocades, she swallowed her saliva, it's worth it, it's really worth it.

Thirty-six zhang Shu brocade, it should have been nine horses, exactly nine colors. However, this batch of Shu brocade is specially customized, and the craftsmanship and materials are very particular, and each volume is only one zhang long. The person who delivered the goods brought a handwritten letter from Tao Wuniang, which was written concisely and to the point. The labor consumed by these Shu brocade is more than ten times that of the previous production, and there are often one or two feet of residual products in ten feet, and one zhang ten into a perfect finished product needs to consume three zhang defective products. If you weave into a horse, the waste is even more considerable. This time, 36 volumes of finished products, one zhang per volume, and 100 volumes of defective products, some of which are close to the finished products, can be sold separately. This batch of Shu brocade cost a total of 70 taels of labor and silk, not counting the transportation expenses, in order to show sincerity.

Ming Yi looked at the two carts, but there were only thirty-six finished volumes, so he could also see Tao Wuniang's sincerity. She could have cut the slightly broken Shu brocade into a foot size and sell it as a brocade or embroidery piece, which would make a lot of money, but she abided by the agreement between the two, and since it was a custom-made pattern, she couldn't leave it out.

Mingyi asked Qilang to go to the world and took out the last eighty taels of silver for himself. Seventy taels is the payment for the goods, and two taels of silver were given to the few people who delivered the goods and divided them together, as hard-earned money. Calculate, the cost of finished products per zhang is two taels of silver, considering that Yizhou may add freight in the future, as well as uncontrollable price adjustments, she must sell to five taels of silver.

What is this concept? Ordinary Tao Shu brocade, one is only two taels of silver, and one horse has four zhang. Therefore, the price of these customized Shu brocades is ten times that of the original.

Ming Yi gritted his teeth, looked at the Shu brocade that had been unloaded and piled up like a hill in the store, and was startled by the price he had calculated.

The busyness in front of the gleaning workshop has attracted the attention of many people. This in and out of the gorgeous brocade of Shu brocade, it is even more difficult to suppress curiosity, and they have come to ask, is Ming Niangzi planning to open Shu brocade?

Ming Yi asked Shichiro to deal with the passing customers and the surrounding shops for the time being, closed half of the door, and continued to ponder by himself.

Like Mingyi's suggestion, these nine colors all imply the shape of a peach, which is particularly fresh. Or as a dark pattern, faintly shining like a fish scale, or thin, as the edge of the pattern, is a white red peach with a plush texture, extremely good. Ming Yi looked at it, and the word flashed in his mind, Pan Tao Banquet, well, it is better to name these Shu brocades Pan Taoyan.

These Shu brocades, ingenious and ingenious, the patterns are to overturn the traditional auspicious patterns, and perfectly present the imagination of classical romanticism. It is worthy of coming from Yizhou, which gathers the world's ghosts, and wants to set up every kind of pattern, which has the hard work of famous painters. Yes, this is all the imagination and admiration of talented people for ladies.

There are exquisite embroidery and weaving methods in the world, there are unprecedented romantic patterns, there is the gimmick of the only one in the Tang Dynasty, and five taels of silver is nothing!

"Aoi Niang, move a brazier!" Mingyi made up his mind.

In Chang'an East City, the brazier at the gate of Shijingfang burned all day, and a hundred rolls of Shu brocade were cut open and then burned in the hands of Kwai Niang and Qilang. Pieces of wonderful Shu brocade fragments, rolled into balls in the fire, sizzling sound, exuding the smell of burning hair, which is the unique taste of silk. The smell spreads all day long.

No matter who asks, it is also a sentence: the lady commands.

And Ming Niangzi, who had already taken her thirty-six rolls of Pan Taoyan, sat in the sunlight of the east room on the second floor, looking at the crowd gathered downstairs, listening to the big or small discussions, drowsy.

Since it's a discussion, there's nothing good to hear. It's just that she doesn't know what kind of demon she is, that she is grandstanding, that she is a villain who is proud and extravagant, and that Wu Shilang is such a cautious person, sooner or later he will lose his life because of her.

She didn't feel anything, even laughed. This is the feeling of traffic stars on the black hot search, right? What do those who have nothing to do with or even do in their eyes say and what do they do? It doesn't affect her to continue to walk her way, sleep with her man, and earn her mountains of gold.

Originally, she planned to ask Qilang to send these Shu brocades to the door and find those guests who were most willing to spend money in Shijingfang. This is based on the fact that she thought there were hundreds of Shu brocades, and the price was less than twice as high as before.

Now, it's completely different, there are only nine suits, each four zhang, and it's a strange thing to live in. The value of these beautiful fabrics cannot be measured by price, and she should be more calm.

She waited for someone who couldn't suppress her curiosity and felt she could talk to her.

Before the sun set, the first guest came. Chang'an is really small, and the people who came surprised her, and even thought that there was some kind of trap here.

But with a few words with her, Mingyi dispelled his concerns.

The person who came was Ling Zhanyun's wife who was born in a fireworks field, dressed in jewelry, pulling Kwai Niang to ask long and short questions, and she couldn't stop. Her voice was sharp, and every word fell into Mingyi's ears. It's nothing more than asking her to tell what Ming Niangzi is going to do and why she burned so many Shu brocades.

Mingyi felt that the opportunity had come, and coughed: "Kwai Niang, let's close earlier today!" ”

When Mrs. Ling heard Ming Yi's voice, she was willing to give up, she was not a well-cultivated person in the first place, and she ran upstairs in a few steps despite Kui Niang's obstruction: "Ming Niangzi, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I often miss you." ”

Ming Yi smiled slightly: "Mrs. Lao Ling is worried, I was unwell a while ago, and I went to Yizhou with my husband to take a walk." Aren't you coming back now? ”

Mingyi looked at her dressed in flowers, the string of South China Sea beads hanging on her chest was worth more than ten taels, the things in her eyes could not deceive people, she was vain, greedy, simple, and easy to control.

As a result, Ming Yi also dispelled her suspicions, she should have come just by coincidence. If Ling Zhanyun wanted to know what she was doing, she would naturally ask Shen Yisan to ask, why bother looking for such a stupid woman. What's more, Ling Zhanyun married her just to hide people's eyes and ears, and would never let her get involved in her own affairs.

Mrs. Ling smiled skillfully, leaned over, and stared at the dozens of rolls of Shu brocade that had been placed on the shelf: "I've heard about it, it's time to call Mrs. Wu, it's a big show at the Chunshan banquet, but it's a pity that my Ah Lang went out again, and he didn't let me show up too much, otherwise I would have to go and congratulate in person." ”

Ming Yi pretended not to notice her curiosity about Shu Jin, and said with a smile: "It's better to call Ming Niangzi, it's okay to call Ming Yi directly, I'm used to it." ”

Mrs. Ling wrinkled her nose: ", I really envy you, Wu Shilang is young and handsome, a talent, how can he be like my family......"

Ming Yi snorted coldly in his heart, this woman is living so freely, and she is not grateful to the person who rescued her from the fire pit, it is still insufficient, it is really stupid.

Stupidity, though, isn't necessarily a bad thing, especially for someone who wants to make her money.

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