The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 26
"How are things selling?" Fang Bo asked concerned when we met.

An Xu said: "Almost, there are still some that are not easy to sell, and I plan to take them back."

Many people don't know about torreya, and retail sales are very slow. If you meet someone who knows the goods, you may ask for a lot at once.

Those who don't know the goods know that eating this food is good for their health, but they don't want it because of the taste.

Fang Bo led the horse and walked towards the teahouse where he usually rested, and at the same time said to An Xu: "Let's sell it slowly, if you really have no money, I discussed with the old lady, and I can lend you one or two hundred wen. "

An Xu thanked him heartily, and said with a smile, "No, I don't need to help the poor. In my family's situation, I don't have the nerve to always borrow money from the villagers. Fang Bo, I have to go shopping. When will you go back?"

"You can come here at the end of noon," Fang Bo said, "If you have a lot to buy, you can directly ask the store clerk to deliver it here first."

"Ok."

In fact, An Xu mainly wants to buy some rice noodles, otherwise the family will really be broken.

There is a rice noodle shop on the north side of the street. When An Xu walked in, he saw that although it was different from a supermarket, there were still quite a few customers coming and going.In the center of the store is a row of high platforms on which more than a dozen black pottery vats are crowded together.

There are rice, noodles, soybeans, red beans, and mung beans.

An Xu looked at it for a while, and asked about the price of each item. During this period, several customers checked out and left, and she found that among them, the ones who bought the noodles were the least.

In the north of Chipu County, both rice and wheat can be grown, but compared with rice, the planting area of ​​wheat is still larger. Most of the flour eaten by the local people is kept at home.

Rarely go to the store to buy.

"Girl, what do you want?" Seeing that An Xu had been watching without even a cloth bag in his hand, the boy in the store asked.

An Xu said, "Come to Ersheng noodles."

Because there was no bag, An Xu bought another one from the store for two Wen.

Now there are no plastic woven bags. The bags used are made of cotton cloth and burlap. This thing has holes, and if you scoop it in from the other side, it will be a bit smoky when you lift it up.

An Xu put the noodle bag into the basket and ordered another five catties of brown rice.

Oh, by the way, this kind of flour, which is not refined, costs [-] cents a catty, while brown rice costs [-] cents.

They are all quite cheap. From the price of wheat coming out of the field that the big brother said before, it can be judged that this dynasty is currently in a period of peace and clarity.

An Xu came out of the rice noodle shop with a basket on his back. Opposite was a jewelry shop, a small shop where the silversmiths who made bracelets sat at the door.

The old craftsman sitting at the door with his back bent and polishing a silver bracelet in his hand looked up. Just when An Xu thought it was just a coincidence, the old craftsman said, "Come to get your bracelet?"

An Xu looked around and asked, "Me?"

"Yes," the old craftsman wiped the silver bracelet in his hand with a soft-looking cloth, "here, just finished, take it away."

An Xu walked over, took it, and took a look in his hand. The bracelet was made of Yangwen's bamboo and orchids. Based on her weight perception from years of cooking, the bracelet weighed at least two catties.

That is to say, one kilogram, using the measurement of Daming today, is the weight of a catty or three taels.

"Do you still need to pay?" An Xu asked.

The old craftsman raised his eyes and looked at the little girl again. An Xu looked at his expression and guessed whether there was something wrong with her mind.

"Of course I have to give it, because your silver is from our silver shop, and we only charge you ten cash for the workmanship."

Then this is really a conscience price, An Xu turned the bracelet and looked at the exquisite carvings on it, such a good handwork definitely cost more than ten pennies.

But she really can't afford such a thing now.

"If I don't want it anymore, can I sell it to you again?"

"Okay," said the old craftsman, "but I can't give you the price at the time of purchase. After all, this is a flower carved according to your request."

Now that An Xu really needs a start-up capital, he doesn't care if it's something An Da Ni liked very much before. It is estimated that Zong Che said that all the food in the family has been sold for this bracelet.

She doesn't care about such things, and the most important thing right now is survival.

Since An Da Ni took the initiative to give her this body, then she doesn't mind disposing of her things by herself?

"How much can you pay back?" An Xu directly handed the bracelet forward.

The old craftsman said: "Two taels a coin."

Thinking that the torreya that he worked so hard to sell sold for less than [-] yuan, An Xu still felt a sense of joy of windfall.

The old craftsman got up, led An Xu into the silver shop, took out a piece of paper with the specifications of the bracelet written on it for her, which was somewhat similar to the receipts of later generations, and said: "This is from the previous one. If you are sure you don't want it, I will buy it Burned."

An Xu saw with sharp eyes that there was a red handprint on it, which should have been stamped by An Da Ni after delivering the silver. She didn't know what to say about the original body.

Dare to press fingerprints on anything.

An Xu also doesn't know the current background, who can read and write among ordinary people?Contracts and the like are all handprinted. Of course, they are not without vigilance. Is the scholar who sets up a table on the street to write letters for you? Is it just a profitable business of writing letters to others?
Of course, they will also help to read letters and paperwork, and charge one penny for a time.

The business in Zhipu County is relatively prosperous. The letter writers on several streets can take several orders a day. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is very easy for them to make money.

Therefore, the concept of "the only way to learn is high" is deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

An Xu watched the old craftsman burn the paper, took out another sheet, wrote on it, handed it over to her for fingerprinting, and asked, "Should I ask Zhou Tongsheng to read it again?"

An Xu didn't want to bother with that, so he took it over and took a look. The characters written by Daming were very familiar, and they were all in traditional characters. Although some characters were unknown, they could be guessed by half-baked guesses.

She looked at it and said, "No need." Then she asked for a pen, and wrote down the word An Da Ni on the paper.

The old craftsman raised his eyelids and looked at the little girl's video, feeling both surprised and amused. She was obviously illiterate when she came here last time. Did she learn it specially after returning home?

(End of this chapter)