"Cough...cough cough cough..." Dongfang Jing choked on him and kept coughing.
What's the expression on this guy
He bullies people, is it reasonable
"Elder sister! Uncle! Can't I kneel down for you?! What are you going to do?! My family of three just want to make a living in Nanning City!" The boss stared at the stack of bank notes, his eyes shining , but still had a troubled expression on his face.
"Add another thousand taels!" Zongzheng Fusu said while drawing another card, and pressed it in front of the boss.
The boss was dumbfounded.
Zongzheng Fusu said again, "Isn't that enough?"
The boss was shocked, regained his sanity, and nodded quickly, "Enough is enough! Don't talk about buying my shop, your money is enough to buy my whole street!"
"Very good, take me to familiarize myself with the process here! You don't need to read anything else, I can understand, just tell me how to brew the wick." Zongzheng Fusu cut to the chase.
The shopkeeper looked shocked, "Master! You are really rich, and you spent tens of thousands of taels of silver just to buy a brewing method for wicks!"
"Isn't it?" Zongzheng Fusu hooked his long arm, and embraced Dongfang Jing into his arms, "My wife likes it, money can't buy a beautiful smile, isn't it?!"
"Yes! Yes, yes!" The boss nodded repeatedly, leading the way, and led the two of them into a large yard behind the shop.
Bamboo sticks are everywhere in the yard, and the servants are sitting on the floor, weaving the lantern frame nimbly.
Going further back is the dyeing workshop.
The dyeing vats are one after another, in various colors, and under the illumination of the lights, they are glowing like glazed glass, which is very beautiful.
Dongfang Jing pointed to the cloth on top of her head, looked back and smiled at Zongzheng Fusu, "When I was young, my wet nurse also taught me to dye cloth, and I can dye it into seven-color brocade, which is even more beautiful than what they dyed."
Zongzheng Fusu frowned subconsciously, "When I was a child?"
"Yes! When I was a child..." Dongfang Jing agreed without thinking, and was stunned when she turned her head. She was really confused, she actually talked about her childhood in front of Wuyou!
Zongzheng Fusu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Ah Jing can also dye cloth.
When she was nine years old, she had dyed a seven-color brocade, which was presented to his mother and concubine by Mrs. Taifu. The concubine mother made a skirt by herself, and the remaining fabric... made a sachet. Zongzheng Fusu couldn't help but clenched the things in his arms.
"Is it this kind of seven-color brocade?" He held back for a long time, but couldn't help but take it out.
When Dongfang Jing saw the sachet, she was shocked, "You... how could you..."
"It was given by my concubine, and it was given by Yinyue, a genius doctor. She said it was dyed by your senior sister. I think you are close to your master and senior sister, and the techniques for dyeing cloth are also interoperable." Dongfang Jing was still in place, Zongzheng Fusu had already spoken out lightly, dispelling her embarrassment. He obviously didn't want to mention the name "Dongfang Jing" again, so he didn't want to discuss the story of the seven-color brocade in depth.
"You...you still have the senior sister's things..." Dongfang Jing's expression froze.
Zongzheng Fusu immediately turned around, swung his arm violently, and threw out the sachet in his hand.
The sachet drew an arc in the air, then fell steadily into the sewage pool, and was soon swallowed by the pool water! The seven-color brocade is naturally destroyed.
Dongfang Jing opened her mouth slightly, her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, there was no time to stop it.
Zongzheng Fusu had already looked back, and said coldly, "Don't worry, her things will no longer appear in your sight."