Chapter 1705

Because Mu Danzhu drank milk tea, it was Junmo who began to sell it.

The old lady saw that the paper fan on the stall was gone, and was stunned: "The stall was robbed?" ”

"Poof, old lady, why do you think so? It's all here, sold out! It's so good. Mu Danzhu came out with a cardboard box and handed it to the old lady and said with a smile.

"Little girl, you sold all this? This ......" The old lady looked at the sharp hundred-dollar bill in the cardboard box, making her incoherent.

"Old lady, I don't know how much you price, but on this fan, I feel like a loss when I buy a hundred and one hands, but I'm not afraid of a loss, how much you are missing, I'll make it up to you." Mu Danzhu said with a smile.

"No, no, no, where will I lose, my price is about twenty to forty, not much difference, the little girl is really capable, it can be sold out after several times, I usually set up a stall for a few days and may not be able to sell it out." The old lady was very excited, looked at the money in the cardboard box, and said happily: "Go, go home with the old woman, and I'll take you to taste my craft!" ”

"Huh? This ......" Mu Danzhu hesitated.

"What? Don't give face to the old woman? I can't afford to invite outside, I'll do it myself, and keep you wanting to eat it! The old lady said excitedly: "You have done me such a big favor, I should invite you to dinner." ”

"Don't break the bank, old lady, let's take you home!" Mu Danzhu shook his head and said.

"That's not good, the old man knows that he scolds me, he doesn't leave food for helping, let's go, I've never sold out, and I'll close the stall in advance today." The old lady was very happy, and then looked back at Mu Danzhu: "The little girl is really capable!" The object looks good, too. ”

"Where, it's your paper fan." Mu Danzhu shook his head and didn't ask for credit, it is true that he and Junmo have a role, but if it is really useless, there will definitely not be so many people to buy it.

The craftsmanship of this fan is going to be really good.

"These fans were made by the old man of my family, and he also made a few oil-paper umbrellas, but he didn't let me take them out and sell them, go home with me, and I'll give you a few. It's not me who blows it, that umbrella is very good-looking. When the old lady talked about her wife's childhood, her eyes were full of warmth.

"The old man has good craftsmanship, the painting and calligraphy on the fan are very good, there is no repetition, many have not seen it, it must be original, the idea is good, in fact, it is so round, a hundred yuan is still sold at a loss!" Mu Danzhu shook his head and said.

She spoke, but she was sincere, the paper of the fan was put aside for the time being, just said that the words and paintings on the fan surface were all very exquisite, and it seemed that the master was real in the world.

couldn't resist the old lady, so she asked Junmo to help push the cart, and then the three of them walked to the old lady's house together.

Along the way, Jun Mo thought about Mu Danzhu's eyebrows that looked at him just now, and a touch of pampering flashed in his eyes.

The old lady's surname is Zhao, her husband's surname is Su, the family lives not far away, walk into a look at the pink wall and tile, the front street and the back lake, it is a very typical ancient building in the south of the Yangtze River.

Mu Danzhu liked it at first sight.

There was joy between his eyebrows and eyes, and Jun Mo, who was watching, was stunned, silently took out his camera, and shot silently.

"I'm back, old man!" Mrs. Su pushed open the wooden door, as if she was pushing open a historical door.

The shadows of the trees in the small courtyard are swaying, from the eaves to the treetops, there are some paper fans hanging everywhere in the courtyard, and there are flower paper umbrellas that fall in the corridor at first glance, as if walking into a sad rain alley, blocking the sunshine for half a day!