A few minutes later, Wang Ailan took Shi Qinghuan to a stall selling cloth, and saw that there were not only muslin cloths she wanted to buy, but also a lot of homespun cloth.

So she asked the stall owner, "How do you sell muslin?" ”

"Eight cents and a foot."

"So expensive?"

"This is a fine muslin, I don't need a ticket yet, if I hadn't been lucky enough to get some this time, I wouldn't have been able to buy it if you wanted to."

Wang Ailan had nothing to say after hearing the stall owner's words, because what the stall owner said was the truth, so she could only find ways to save money from other aspects.

So she thought for a moment and asked the stall owner, "How do you sell homespun cloth?" ”

"This is cheap, if you want it, you can press two cents and a foot, and the whole market will be at this price."

"What if I buy both?"

"How much do you want?"

"Twelve feet of muslin cloth, one horse of homespun cloth."

"Are you sure you want so much?"

"As long as the price is right, I'll want so much."

After hearing Wang Ailan's words, the stall owner thought for a while, and then he said to Wang Ailan: "I can't give you a cheap price of muslin cloth, but I can give you five cents per foot of the price of homespun cloth." ”

"It's still too expensive, it's about the same as a dime and a foot."

"That's not good, you're too ruthless in bargaining, if you want everyone to bargain like you, then I won't make any money."

Wang Ailan couldn't help but snort coldly in her heart after hearing the stall owner's words, although she didn't know what the ex-factory price of muslin was, but she knew the purchase price of homespun cloth.

Because she had seen people who came to collect homespun cloth when she was in the countryside before, she naturally knew the purchase price of homespun cloth.

Therefore, even if the homespun cloth is sold for a dime and a foot, the stall owner still has money to make, but it is just a small income.

Thinking of this, Wang Ailan asked the servant Qinghuan, "Huanhuan, do you want to buy some homespun cloth?" ”

"No, I'm not used to clothes made of homespun cloth."

"I didn't let you use homespun cloth to make clothes, I wanted you to use it as a mosquito net, you also know how poisonous our mosquitoes are this summer, if you don't use mosquito nets when you sleep at night, you will definitely be bitten all over your body."

After Shi Qinghuan heard Wang Ailan's words, she thought back to how she survived the summer, she seemed to order mosquito coil liquid every day.

Fortunately, at that time, Mu Fusheng traveled every day, so she was able to blatantly use mosquito repellent liquid.

But next summer, she can't guarantee that Mu Fusheng will be able to travel every day like this summer, so she still has to prepare.

So she asked Wang Ailan, "Aunt Wang, how much homespun cloth does it cost to make two mosquito nets?" ”

"One horse is enough."

"Then you buy me a horse, and I'll give you money later."

"Okay." After Wang Ailan finished speaking, she began to bargain with the stall owner again.

After some back and forth, the stall owner finally compromised and sold the homespun cloth to Wang Ailan at a price of one foot and one dime.

A few minutes later, Wang Ailan folded the purchased cloth and put it in the basket, and she said to Shi Qinghuan: "Let's go, let's go to the stall selling pastries and sugar, maybe we can come across something good." ”

"Okay." After Shi Qinghuan finished speaking, he walked with Wang Ailan towards the stall selling pastries and sugar.

When they walked to the front of the stall, they saw that there was no one in the stall, and it stands to reason that there should be no shortage of people in the stall selling these foods, so what is the situation now?

Is it because the food at this stall is so unpalatable? That's why no one came to buy it?