The shopkeeper hurriedly ran outside the door to check, and sure enough, he saw that the goods were being unloaded at the door of Fulaibu Village.

The material one after another, he couldn't wait to grab them all.

What kind of fabric is this, this material and pattern is something he has never seen before.

"Hey, this guy, what are you fodder? The luster is very good, and it is as thin as a cicada's wings. A man dressed as a maid stepped forward and asked.

"This, the little one is not clear, this is just here today, and the shopkeeper has not yet explained."

At this time, Zhao Fulai walked out and saw the maid, and his eyes couldn't help but light up: "Purple kite girl." ”

"Shopkeeper Zhao, our lady is optimistic about these materials, I don't know how much silver?"

As soon as the purple kite's words fell, I saw a lady dressed in grace and luxury get out of the carriage, followed by several maids, and the pomp was like a noble lady in the capital.

"Mrs. Zhao, what kind of wind blew you here!" Zhao Fulai hurriedly stepped forward: "Zhao has lost his welcome, disrespect and disrespect." ”

Mrs. Zhao is the wife of the county magistrate Zhao Wenqing, for the common people, how can the county magistrate see him if he wants to? The county magistrate's wife is also an amazing character!

"I've come to town to do some errands, and I'm passing by here and seeing your material." She stretched out her finger and pointed to the fabric that was unloading the truck and said, "What kind of material is this?" How is it so novel? I've never seen it before. ”

"Madam, this is the cloud silk brocade that has only been made recently, it is extremely comfortable, please come in quickly, and the small one will tell you in detail."

Mrs. Zhao does not love gold and silver jewelry but loves dresses very much, and every time she sees good clothes, she has to put them in her pocket.

Since her husband's sister gave her some clothes from the Fulai Cloth Village, she couldn't extricate herself, and she had to buy a few horses of all the clothes in the Cloth Village as long as they were of high quality.

Liu Qinqin is going to hold a ceremony recently, she must be there, passing by here happened to see new clothes, she must be to buy some.

Before Mrs. Zhao entered the store, she heard a flattering voice from the opposite side: "Oh, the villain looked at the carriage from a distance and felt extraordinary, and when he looked closer, it was really Mrs. Zhao." ”

The shopkeeper walked up to the front and saluted: "Villain Qianwen, the shopkeeper of the Millennium Cloth Village, please Mrs. An." ”

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Zhao's face was pale, and she turned around and said, "I don't know you, how do you know who I am?" ”

"The villain's owner and Lord Zhao met, when the villain sent new fabrics to the owner, it happened that Lord Zhao and his family came to the villain's mansion as a guest, and the lady was graceful and luxurious, and the villain remembered it." Although he lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, Mrs. Zhao had followed Zhao Wenqing for many years, and she had stepped from a small show to the position of county magistrate, so she was naturally a good person.

Hearing him say this, presumably his so-called proprietor must be higher than Zhao Wenqing's official position.

"Thousands of shopkeepers have won prizes, I don't know what you call the proprietor ······"

"The villain is not talented, thanks to the appreciation of the owner, come here to be a little shopkeeper, the villain's owner is Lord Li of Zhizhou in Qingping County."

It's actually the Zhizhou Lord of Qingping County!

Mrs. Zhao was shocked, looked at the thousand shopkeepers, and understood what he meant.

That Master Li is his husband's top boss, and it is usually difficult to tie up.

Now that the two shops are fighting in the street, if she chooses the right family, these thousands of shopkeepers are afraid that she will wear small shoes for her husband.

"I didn't expect it to be Lord Zhizhou's shop, presumably the clothes must be excellent, it just so happens that I want to make a few dresses, so I'll go to you!" Mrs. Zhao looked at Zhao Fulai and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Zhao, I'll take care of your business next time." ”

"Yes, yes, ma'am, please." How dare Zhao Fulai say nothing.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao walk into the Millennium Cloth Village, Zhao Fulai had no choice but to turn around and go back.

"This thousand shopkeepers are too much! It's obvious to grab business! A guy in the shop muttered.

"Alright, take care of the materials in your hands and work hard." Zhao Fulai thought of Wenxi's instructions, took the fabric she wanted, and went directly to the Nishang Fang.

told Wenxi what had just happened: "Then Mrs. Zhao went to the Millennium Cloth Village to buy materials, we have such expensive materials, I'm afraid ordinary people can't afford them!" ”

"Shopkeeper Zhao, don't worry, I didn't want to sell this batch of materials to the people in the town."

Yun Ayajin! That's how much effort she took to get the dark one to find the source of goods, and buy it back at a high price for weaving, dyeing and embroidery, and the cost of this alone is one hundred taels.

How can the average person in the town afford it?

Even in the county, the county has to be a big family to be willing to give up.

After all, in this era, everything is purely handmade, and it is far from the cost of modern machines that can be compared.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that embroidery in a certain place is difficult to find.

"If you don't sell it in town, how can you sell it?" He placed the fabric on the table and whispered, "Miss Wen, when you received this batch of materials, it was extremely expensive······

"I know, I didn't want to sell here in the first place." She is planning to take out this batch of materials when she opens the neon dress shop in the county in the future, after all, the next batch of Yun Aya brocade will not be ready until two years later.

It's just that she didn't expect the fabric in the warehouse to be destroyed, although the neon dress workshop prepared some clothes, but it was far from enough, and the materials in the weaving workshop could not be supplied in time, in order to lure the snake out of the hole, she had to take out the material.

"Then what do you mean ······" This material is not his, and he is already grateful that Wenxi is willing to help him support the scene.

"You'll see why I've done this in the next few days."

Wenxi ordered someone to cut the material into the size of a handkerchief, and gave a piece of free to all customers who made custom dresses worth more than one hundred taels, not only that, but also specially sent a whole horse of cloud silk brocade fabric to Liu's house.

"What kind of material is this? It's so beautiful! Liu Qinqin caressed the cloth lightly, looking at the thin fabric like a cicada's wings, for fear that she would not be damaged by it.

"This is Yun Ayajin, my girl heard that you are about to hold a ceremony, so I came to give it to you." Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"Your shopkeeper has a heart." Mrs. Liu also saw Yun Aya brocade for the first time, and she loved it very much: "I don't know how much this fabric is worth?" Recently, there are distinguished guests in the house, just buy some. ”

"Two hundred taels and one horses."

Two hundred taels!

The price of this cloth is so high!

"It seems that we have really inherited your girl's great favor." As soon as Mrs. Liu's words fell, she saw Mrs. Zhao coming from the backyard: "This is ······ Yun Aya-nishiki? ”

"Mrs. Hui, exactly." Xiaoyu knew that this was the object of her girl's attention, and hurriedly replied.

"How much silver is this?"

"Mrs. Hui, two hundred taels and one horses."

Mrs. Zhao guessed that the price would not be cheap, but she didn't expect it to be so expensive.

"This color is really a little delicate, are there any other styles?"

"Yes, tomorrow's slave will bring you other colors and patterns."

Want tomorrow?

Mrs. Zhao is an anxious child, such a beautiful cloth can't be cut into new clothes immediately, how can she wait until tomorrow?