Song Sanshan did what he said, and the next day he planned to take Song Yang and Song Yue to the town to buy cloth.

Song Mutou also went to herd the cattle early.

Song Xingchen also wanted to go to the town, and he also pulled the banner of Yelang.

"Daddy. Yelang should go to Brother Shen to check his body, and I can also bring a few medicinal herbs that my mother found to sell by the way. ”

Yelang frowned slightly when he heard Brother Shen's words, and he was a little displeased.

But seeing Song Xingchen's little face, he still didn't say anything.

Song Sanshan couldn't resist Song Xingchen, so he had to agree to bring him and Yelang again.

When they arrived in the town, Song Sanshan and Song Yang went to buy some things for the New Year, and then went to pull the cloth.

Song Xingchen took Yelang to Shen Yi's pharmacy.

"Brother Shen, I've brought Yelang to review."

Shen Yi was grabbing the medicine with his hands, originally thinking that he was just an auditory hallucination, how could that little girl with no conscience come? But the next second, the door opened, and a smiling face appeared in front of her.

Shen Yi couldn't hide the joy in his heart, put the hand that grabbed the medicine, walked over to Song Xingchen, and subconsciously flicked her nose.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to see a doctor, Brother Shen, how are you doing with Yelang's body again?"

Shen Yi looked at Yelang, who came in with Song Xingchen, and his expression was not very pleasant.

"Is that for this?"

Song Xingchen immediately showed a sinister smile.

"Of course, it's not just this thing, but also my plan to make money."

As he spoke, he took the herbs out of his robe.

When Shen Yiyi looked at it, he showed an expression that was really like this, which made Shen Xingchen feel slightly embarrassed.

Yelang just stood quietly to the side, but his expression was not very good.

Similarly, when Shen Yi looked at Yelang, his expression gradually faded.

Shen Yi stretched out his hand towards Yelang, Yelang didn't react for a long time, he frowned.

"Reach out." The remaining pair said to Yelang.

Only then did Yelang react and stretched out his hand.

Shen Yi held Yelang's hand to check his pulse.

After checking some of the wounds on his body again, he made sure that they had all grown scabs, and then raised his head and spoke to Song Xingchen.

"The injuries on his body are already so good that you don't have to worry about them, as long as you take care of them well, there will be no problems."

"Will there be any after-effects?" Song Xingchen still asked uneasily.

Shen Yi was stunned for a moment: "Sequelae? What is that? ”

Song Xingchen hurriedly covered his mouth, he forgot that this was in ancient times, and brought some modern words over.

"That is, whether he will feel uncomfortable again because of the injury."

Shen Yi saw that Song Xingchen cared so much about Yelang, and his heart was very complicated, and his expression became lighter.

"Don't worry, no, he's not that delicate."

But Shen Yi didn't say some words.

Yelang is not delicate, it can be said that his body foundation is very good, and there are traces of martial arts.

And some of the calluses on the body are left because of martial arts, not because of workmanship. This at least proves that Yelang's birth was not bad.

But now Yelang is in a state of amnesia. If this matter is spoken, will the Song family be involved in right and wrong.

He couldn't make up his mind, and he didn't want Song Xingchen to get involved.

Just keep it a secret. When Yelang regains his memory, he will definitely leave on his own.

Ye Lang raised his head and saw Shen Yi looking at him, his eyes were strange, making him look up and down at himself.

Song Xingchen came over with medicinal herbs and placed them on the table.

"Brother Shen, take a look, how much is it worth."

In the end, Song Xingchen left Shen Yi's shop with thirty copper plates and Yelang.

Song Xingchen and Song Sanshan made an appointment to meet in Buzhuang, and before Song Sanshan and Song Yang came back to Buzhuang, Song Xingchen simply turned around by himself.

Because of her young age, the shopkeeper didn't care about her, and likewise, he didn't greet her.

After a turn, Song Xingchen sighed.

Now these cloths because there is no fuel, the color can be single, and men and women of all ages basically wear the same color, like the special period of the world in her last life.

And the colored ones worn by the rich old man's daughters are all silk and satin.

That's simply not a notch of existence.

Moreover, these cloths are very rough to the touch, but fortunately, the quality is excellent, and they can still be worn with sewing and mending.

As soon as the shopkeeper came in, he saw Song Xingchen stretching out his hand to wipe a sub-cyan cloth, and immediately rushed over to knock her hand off.

"Whose girl is this, what do you touch, can you afford to pay for it?"

Yelang was behind Song Xingchen, and when he saw that the shopkeeper was older than Song Xingchen, he immediately protected her.

"If you have any grievances, tell me what kind of ability is it to beat people."

Song Xingchen hid behind Ye Lang, and his heart was sweet when he heard his maintenance.

Yelang is not very old, but he is actually not young, which makes the shopkeeper hesitate for a moment, if he comes to buy cloth, he will push God out.

Then he put on a flattering smile: "Did this little brother bring his sister to buy cloth?" Is there a cloth that you like? ”

Yelang looked around, and inexplicably felt that such an environment was somewhat familiar.

A similar storefront suddenly flashed in his mind, but the fabrics visited inside were all colorful, both in texture and style, much richer than the current ones.

But the picture was only fleeting.

Yelang raised his head and looked around.

"We want two pieces of cotton."

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled around, and he brought two sackcloths.

"Little brother, this is the cloth you want."

There is not much difference between cotton and linen in appearance, but one material is cotton, which is softer and sweat-absorbing, while the other is the same as the material of the bag, rough and strong.

Of course, there is a difference in price.

Cotton cloth is almost half the price of linen cloth.

Song Xingchen immediately noticed the difference between the two, she was very angry, and just wanted to get justice when Yelang spoke.

"I want cotton, what are you doing with two low-grade linen cloths, it's really foolish when we're young."

The shopkeeper shook his head for a moment, he has been a conscience person for so many years, and he has always been a conscience person, but he didn't see that one of these two was not very old and the other was still a doll, so he suddenly had the idea of fooling people, and he was caught red-handed, and he didn't know how to say it with an old face.

Then someone came in.

Seeing this, Song Xingchen's voice raised a little.

"You give us sackcloth as sackcloth, your shopkeeper is too dark, we don't buy cloth from you, Yelang, let's go."

The two women who had just walked in were about to go out when they heard Song Xingchen's words.

The shopkeeper immediately stopped the person: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." ”

The woman stopped to see what was going on.

Song Xingchen wanted to say something, but was pressed back by Yelang.

"I'll take care of the rest."

"Shopkeeper, two pieces of cotton cloth are twenty yuan, two horses of linen are ten dollars, I won't tell you to be foolish or not, a total of thirty yuan, you give me two pieces of linen and two pieces of cotton, this matter is over, otherwise, I will tell those ladies how you do business."

The shopkeeper almost didn't cry when he heard this.

"My little brother, my two cotton cloths are forty yuan, and my two linen cloths are twenty yuan, and now you want me to sell you four pieces of cloth for thirty yuan, isn't it bullying?"

Yelang didn't answer, but continued.

"A cotton cloth is worth eight cents, a linen cloth is worth three cents, the price I told you has nearly quadrupled to talk to you, I didn't expect you to be so black, in order to make money, there is no bottom line at all, in this case, we simply don't want it, but the secret of your low price is ......"

The shopkeeper was already shocked into a cold sweat when he heard this.

I was unlucky, I encountered such a declining thing, where did this little brother know the price of his purchase.

And it's not bad at all.

If this spreads, don't open your own shop, roll up and leave.

He couldn't help but nod his head: "Success, let's make a deal." ”

Song Xingchen was already dumbfounded.

Yelang turned to Song Xingchen and smiled: "Xingxing, go and pick the cloth you want." ”

Song Xingchen picked a pale cyan linen cloth and a linen cloth with some orange.

Then he picked out two more white cotton cloths.

Only then did he leave the cloth village with the cloth.

As soon as he came out, he saw Song Sanshan coming with Song Yang.

As soon as they were about to move in, they collided with Yelang and Song Xingchen, who were holding the cloth.

Song Xingchen was very wicked and hid himself with a cloth, deliberately blocking Song Sanshan, and just when Song Sanshan was impatient, Song Yang discovered Song Xingchen.

"Xingxing, you bought all the cloth."

Song Sanshan discovered Song Xingchen at this time.

Song Xingchen showed his head and smiled at Song Sanshan.

Song Sanshan looked at them and hugged four pieces of cloth, his heart trembled, he had asked the price in the town before, one horse cost ten yuan, that is still the most such linen cloth, now these four horses, but it costs forty yuan, where did they get so much money.

"Old girl, where did you get so much money?"

"I earned it selling herbs."

Song Sanshan frowned: "Are you taking more money from Dr. Shen, you kid ......?"

He doesn't think that the shopkeeper will make cheap money, profiteers, profiteers, and no profiteers.

"No, absolutely not."

Song Sanshan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Yelang.

"Dad, this is not the place to talk, let's talk on the way."

Now that they had bought everything and cloth, they had nothing to buy, and they didn't have a car, so they had to carry it back by hand.

On the way, Yelang told General Buzhuang what had happened, and Song Sanshan and Song Yang were amazed.

Instead, Song Xingchen was silent for a while.

How did Yelang know the price of cloth? I know the selling price, but I know the purchase price?

You know, even in modern times, the purchase channels of goods and the low price of goods are all trade secrets.

It was even more raptured in antiquity.

Moreover, the passage that Yelang said in the store was so easy that it didn't seem to be said temporarily.