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He Xiuxiu, she is also here.

Song Qingyuan smiled dumbly, should I say that Qingshi Town is too small, or He Xiuxiu loves shopping too much?

Why is it that every time she happens to meet He Xiuxiu, she is either in the embroidery workshop or in the splendid cloth village.

It's right to think about it, since He Xiuxiu is about to get married, she always has to buy a dowry.

Song Qingyuan looked at the past calmly with a pair of eyes, and there were two people walking with He Xiuxiu, one Song Qingyuan had already met, and it was He Xiuxiu's mother.

The other one, who is a few years older than He Xiuxiu, has a five-point resemblance to He Xiuxiu, Song Qingyuan guessed that this should be He Xiuxiu's sister.

Seeing Song Qingyuan, He Xiuxiu was surprised for a moment, and quickly reacted, and said in a strange voice, "How can anyone come in?" ”

"The poor just don't realize it, they have to go to the place where the rich are gathered." The corners of He Xiuxiu's mouth were disdainful.

He Xiuxiu's mother was disgusted and said, "What are you talking about, this splendid cloth workshop, doesn't it also sell coarse cloth and rag heads, and the countrymen are not allowed to buy it." ”

"Humph!" He Xiuxiu snorted, "This is not good in the town, if you want to buy some good fabrics, you have to huddle with the poor." ”

"Who called the poor people so many years old......" He Xiuxiu's sister took over the conversation, "Do you think everyone is like you, born well, married well!" ”

"One hundred taels of silver is just a drop in the bucket for your mother-in-law's family, and for some countrymen, even if they smash pots and sell iron, they can't make it up......" He Xiuxiu's sister had contempt in her eyes.

Obviously, she had heard about the matter between the Song He family.

"Poor ghost!" He Xiuxiu's eyes were numb, which made her originally delicate face stained with a layer of bitterness.

Listening to the words of the mother and daughter of the He family, Aunt Zhao's smile froze on her face, Aunt Zhao has been in business for many years, how could she not see that these three people are targeting Song Qingyuan.

Sorry smiled at Song Qingyuan, "Miss Song, don't you ......"

"Hostess!" Before Aunt Zhao finished speaking, she was interrupted by He Xiuxiu, "That's how the boss entertains guests?" ”

He Xiuxiu looked at Aunt Zhao threateningly.

Aunt Zhao smiled bitterly, the news that He Xiuxiu was going to marry into the Chen family had already spread in Qingshi Town, and she really didn't dare to offend the daughter-in-law of the Chen family.

Song Qingyuan saw Aunt Zhao's embarrassment, so he said, "Aunt Zhao, you go and entertain the guests." My business, no hurry! ”

"Then you can sit here for a while......" Aunt Zhao beckoned to the guy, "Serve tea to Miss Song." ”

Hearing this, the three mothers and daughters of the He family glanced at each other, and they all felt that something was wrong, was the proprietress of this splendid cloth village too polite to Song Qingyuan?

He Xiuxiu's eyes flashed and said, "The boss lady will greet others first, and we will have to take another look." As she spoke, He Xiuxiu flipped the fabric on the desk at will.

With a pair of eyes, she looked at Song Qingyuan, she wanted to see what Song Qingyuan was buying.

"Uh...... This ......" Aunt Zhao was confused by He Xiuxiu's actions, and smiled helplessly.

"Miss Song......" Aunt Zhao shouted.

Song Qingyuan put down the teacup, "Since you're not busy, let's settle it." ”

"Hey!" Aunt Zhao responded with a smile, relieved in her heart, and said secretly; It's still Miss Song's general knowledge, but fortunately, the two of them didn't face each other in her splendid cloth workshop, otherwise she would really be difficult to do.

"Miss Song, this is the account of the past five months." Aunt Zhao took out an account book from the inside of the counter and sent it to Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan looked at it casually.

Mrs. Zhao continued, "In the past five months, the sales volume of soap has been 813 pieces, and the sales volume of soap has been 237 pieces. ”

Song Qingyuan closed the account book and said, "According to the old rules, the whole number will be settled, and the rest will be recorded next time." ”

"Great!" Aunt Zhao responded with a smile, "It's ...... in total."

"Twenty-six taels." Song Qingyuan continued.

"Miss Song's mental arithmetic, it's really amazing!" Aunt Zhao praised with a smile, took out twenty-six taels of silver, and handed it to Song Qingyuan.

Song Qingyuan put it away casually and stood up, "It's almost the holiday, I'll take a look at the silk ......."

In the end, Song Qingyuan, at the suggestion of Aunt Zhao, chose a three-foot-long piece of dark embroidered satin and bought half a dark blue muslin.

A total of five taels of silver were spent.

Before walking out of the splendid cloth workshop, Song Qingyuan's footsteps paused, and said faintly, "Children from poor families, self-reliant, will not be like some rich daughters, who lose their reputation, but they still have to come out and be embarrassed." ”

After speaking, he left without looking back.

"Mother...... She...... She ......" He Xiuxiu looked at Song Qingyuan's back, trembling with anger.

"She's too much......" He Xiuxiu yelled.

"With a country girl who talks nonsense, she generally knows how to do it!" He Xiuxiu's mother looked at Aunt Zhao warningly.

Aunt Zhao laughed dryly, saying that she hadn't heard anything and would never talk nonsense. but he was secretly astonished in his heart; Miss Song said that the girl of the He family lost her name, what happened?

When this girl enters the door of Chen's house, isn't there anything to say?

............

When Song Qingyuan returned home, Shiro's mood had already recovered, and he was happily playing with Dongzi Gou in the yard.

Song Qingyuan put half a fine cloth back into the house, hugged the three-foot satin, and entered the upper room.

Inside the upper room.

The Zhou family is wrapping zongzi with the Ye family, the Li family, and Song Qinglian, which is wrapped by the Song family to eat and take gifts.

After Song Qingyuan entered, he handed the fabric to Zhou, "Milk, it's a holiday, this is for you." ”

Zhou's was disgusted, "Why did you buy this satin again, I just made this body not long ago, and I still bought it!" ”

"If you have money, you can't spend it! Not thrifty! Zhou stared at Song Qingyuan angrily, deliberately straightening his face, but there was no anger in his eyes.

"Buy me milk, I'm willing." Song Qingyuan hugged Zhou, "This fabric is thin, and it will be worn in two days." Always make two more sets and change them back and forth. ”

"Countryman, what kind of satin to wear, I look at the muslin very well!" Zhou wiped his hand and touched the fabric, which was light and silky, and felt very good.

"It's going to cost a lot of money...... Zhou muttered.

Li squeezed his eyebrows on the side, wanting to speak, but he was afraid of Zhou.

Song Qingyuan deliberately didn't look over, when he didn't see it, "Milk, what kind of festival are we preparing here for the festival?" ”

In the past, during the holidays, the Song family would help their daughter-in-law prepare a festival gift and send it back to her parents' home. In addition, Master Qian's family can't miss the rituals.

Da Lang, although San Lang is not there, Mr. Yue Lin's festival gift is also to be given.

Zhou put away the fabric and said, "Your grandmother's family is going to send five catties of Jiang rice, ten yellow rice dumplings, ten Jiang rice dumplings, and ten catties of bean sprouts." ”

Song Qingyuan nodded secretly, these add up to almost two hundred wen, which is much thicker than the previous rituals.

"Then when my father sent the bean sprouts, he just sent them over......" After the price of the Song family's bean sprouts was reduced, some old customers repurchased the bean sprouts in the Song family.

Song Chengyi is responsible for delivering it every day.

Now counting the orders ordered by restaurants and the wholesale of merchants, the daily sales volume of bean sprouts is maintained at about 80 catties.

"Milk, I bought half a piece ......of muslin, and let my father bring it over tomorrow," Song Qingyuan said, originally it was okay to tell the Zhou family about this matter, but in order not to let the Zhou family be distracted, Song Qingyuan still said it.

It's better to think more about everything than to be estranged.

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