This price is a bit expensive for a farmer to buy one piece of silk. If he spends more than a hundred coins, his wife will not be happy when he returns home. So he bought less, half a piece of silk, which would be enough for Chen to make two or three sets of clothes.
"Then buy me half a horse." Father Zhu thought for a moment and asked, "Can you make it cheaper?"
The shop assistant thought for a moment, looked at the counter, and whispered, "It can be seen that big brother wants to buy cloth for sister-in-law, sister-in-law is so lucky. Our shopkeeper has asked for a discount if our relatives come to buy cloth. How about this, when you pay the bill later, you can say that you are my eldest cousin from my seventh aunt's uncle's family. If it is half a piece, I will give you a discount of three cents, but if it is more than that, it will be really unacceptable."
So fake!
Zhu Ping'an curled his lips. He clearly saw the eye contact between you and the shopkeeper just now.
"Okay, thank you, big brother." Zhu's father was busy looking at the cotton cloth he was going to bring for Chen, and did not notice the eye contact between the shop assistant and the shopkeeper. He was deeply moved when he heard the shop assistant's words.
Just because Zhu's father doesn't care doesn't mean Zhu Ping'an doesn't have any ideas. He remembers the female-oriented time-travel farming stories he had read before. The heroine could always buy some scraps of cloth and leftovers at this kind of cloth shop at a very cheap price and go back to sew purses to make money. Although he himself couldn't sew purses, his mother Chen and the others could.
I took a quick look and sure enough, there were a lot of discarded scraps of fabric under the counter. They were not big, about the size of a palm, and could not be used for anything, so the shop owners generally did not care about them. They were wrinkled and dirty after being stepped on by the customers coming and going.
"Um, can you give me some of those scraps of cloth to play with?" Zhu Ping'an stretched out his chubby paws, pointed at the dirty scraps of cloth under the counter and asked in a curious voice.
The shop assistant looked in the direction Zhu Ping'an's finger pointed and saw that they were discarded and useless scraps.
"Oh, those, you can pick them up and play with them yourself." The shop assistant said nonchalantly. He could do anything with these things because they were too small to do anything with, and the shopkeeper didn't want them, and he would have to spend time cleaning up and throwing them away. Since the child was curious, he could just pick them up and play with them. After all, he was making money from the father.
You don’t have to spend a penny, it’s a good deal not to be missed.
So, Zhu Ping'an ran over happily, holding his small backpack. He kept stuffing his butt into the basket and pressing it hard to leave room for more.
This time, not only Zhu Pingchuan felt embarrassed, even Zhu's father, who was handing over the money to pay the bill, blushed.
The shop assistant didn't care and said casually, "Don't worry about it, sir. They are just scraps of cloth and are not worth much."
Everything was ready, and when they were harnessed to the ox cart to go back, the sun was setting. Father Zhu cracked his whip and drove the ox cart back, swinging it in the air to make a sound, reluctant to hit the ox, and humming an untuneable ballad.
Zhu Ping'an sat on the ox cart, looking at the dazzling array of daily necessities on the cart, and then looking at his full small backpack. He had gained a lot, and his heart was full of happiness.
When I got home, there was already sparse smoke from cooking in the mountain village, and some families had started to prepare dinner as evening approached.
Before the car entered the door, the sound of Aunt Xiao Si's chattering could be heard.
"Hey, second brother is back. How much did you sell it for? What did you buy?"
If it were modern times, Zhu Ping'an would definitely recommend Xiao Si's aunt to be an airport security inspector. Look at her checking everything in the carriage, including Zhu Ping'an's small backpack.
Fortunately, the backpack was filled with scraps of cloth that she got from the cloth shop. Aunt Xiao Si grabbed two large bags of scraps of cloth, but stopped in disappointment when she saw Zhu Ping'an's gaze, and did not discover the secret underneath the scraps of cloth.
Grandmother soon arrived and first looked at what Zhu's father had bought, and then asked about the bamboo weaving and wild mushrooms they were selling.
Zhu's father answered all the questions one by one and handed over the wrapped copper coins.
After checking the money, she found that there were more than ten coins more than before. Grandma was very satisfied and asked the reason. Zhu's father told her about Zhu Ping'an's selling, so grandma praised Zhu Ping'an.
"Have Zhi'er's wild flowers been sold?" Aunt Xiaosi asked with her hand covering her mouth.
"Yes." Zhu Ping'an tilted his chubby face and smiled brightly.
Aunt Xiao Si didn't believe it at all. She thought the little kid was just embarrassed to talk nonsense, so she covered her mouth and laughed even more happily.
After helping his grandmother put things away, Zhu's father led his two sons and carried baskets back to the east wing.
"You're back. Why did you take so long? You're a little later than usual." Chen was mending the crotch of Zhu Ping'an's other pair of open-crotch pants. When she saw the three of them coming back, she stopped sewing and looked up at the door.
Then Chen discovered that Zhu Ping'an closed the door of the side room with a grunt as he walked with his short legs.
"Are you tired... ...why are you closing the door?" Chen was very surprised when she saw this.
"See if you like it. I brought it back from town for you. I think it will look good if you make clothes out of it."
At this time, Zhu's father came forward with a silly smile, took out half a piece of white cloth with pink background that he bought for Chen from his backpack, and handed it to Chen like offering a treasure.
"This must be so expensive! You just waste money." Chen complained, but she couldn't stop smiling. Of course, there was still heartache in her eyes.
"Mom, this is for you." Zhu Ping'an happily took out two paper-wrapped meat buns from his small backpack.
"What is this?" Chen asked curiously.
"The meat buns in town are so delicious with soft dough and fragrant fillings." Zhu Ping'an lay on Chen's legs and grinned.
"You little bastard, you spend money recklessly. You and your brother can share the food. Mother doesn't want to eat it." Chen touched Zhu Ping'an's little head and smiled gently.
Zhu Pingan shook his head, "My brother and I ate in town."
Chen insisted on giving the meat buns to Zhu Ping'an and his brother, but Zhu Ping'an insisted that Chen eat them. Chen turned to look at her eldest son, and Zhu Ping'an kept nodding and saying that he had eaten.
After thinking about it, Chen broke the two meat buns in half, dividing them into four portions, giving half to each of the four members of the family.
Simple happiness, Zhu Pinganjue’s meat buns are many times more delicious than those eaten in town.
After eating the buns, Zhu's father briefly recounted what happened in the town. When he mentioned that this time Zhu's father had left a few dozen more coins for his family, Chen's eyes lit up. This stubborn woman finally got the idea.
But when Zhu's father mentioned that the wild flowers Zhu Ping'an picked were sold in the town for more than a hundred coins, and that a nobleman rewarded him with two silver coins, Zhu Ping'an knew that something bad was going to happen.
Sure enough, Chen's two big eyes were staring at Zhu Ping'an with sparkling eyes, and it seemed as if special silver was flying out of her eyes.
"It's not safe for a kid like you to handle so much money. Hand it over quickly." Chen pinched her waist, looking excited.
The small arms cannot twist the thighs.
A few minutes later, Chen happily started counting money on the table.
"One, two, three, four... one hundred and eighteen." Chen felt something was wrong while counting, so she turned around and asked Zhu Ping'an, "Didn't you say one hundred and twenty cents?"
"Use that two cents to buy meat buns." Zhu Ping'an looked unhappy.
"Yeah." Chen nodded.
Something seemed wrong. Chen felt like she had forgotten something.
The next second, Chen turned around and asked fiercely, "Where are the two silver nudes?"
Zhu Pingan, the fat boy, stepped back with his hands covering his pockets, "Mom, can't you leave some for me?" Money is not everything, but being without money is absolutely impossible.
Chen couldn't hear what Zhu Ping'an was thinking. Of course, even if she heard it, she would pretend not to hear it.
Chubby Zhu Ping'an held his pockets tightly with his hands.
but
This is of no use.
"Here you are. I'll save money for you to marry a beautiful wife."
Chen smiled gently, but she was merciless as she pried open Zhu Ping'an's chubby hands that were covering his pockets one by one.
"My son is still capable."
Looking at the two silver coins in her hand, Chen smiled and gave Zhu Ping'an a big suck on his chubby face.