Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 229 Tang Yan of Nezha Head
If Song Yun were to say that the year from the age of seven to eight was simply her lucky year:
The little native girl from the county town became a native of Fucheng, potatoes were grown, peppers were grown, a shop under her name was established, and money from her private house kept pouring in. It can be said that she has been so rich for the first time in seven or eight years.

This is not over yet. In May, the handmade soap shop jointly owned by my family and Wang Pu’s family opened grandly amidst the sound of firecrackers, drums, applause, and lively lion dance teams.

Although it is a partnership between the two, the Song family is inferior to the Wang family in terms of 7 rows of noodles and connections, so many things are decided by them, including the address and decoration of the shop.

Song Yun was busy with her own small business some time ago, so it was not until the opening day that she and many guests who came to join in the fun saw the true face of Lushan in the new store.

First of all, this is a two-story building.As I mentioned before, because there are palaces in Fucheng and the residences of various officials, in order to ensure the privacy of their families, there are very few high-rise buildings in the inner city.The third floor is the sky-high, and not everyone dares to build the second floor.

From the height of this shop, it can be seen that Mrs. Li really attaches great importance to this business. It must be because the results of the previous market research are very good, which makes her believe that there are many people in Fucheng who are willing to spend money on it.

The decoration style is also elegant, with green bean and secret colors as the main color, with log-colored display racks and product packaging with flower patterns, it looks refreshing, and it is very suitable for the handmade soap they want to sell.

However, today is the first day of opening, so it is necessary to decorate with some festive atmosphere.

So Mrs. Li picked out some lively and colorful decorations, as well as colorful doors tied with red silk.

In order to entertain the relatives and friends who came to join in the show, she also specially set up a precious fruit banquet on the second floor of the Accord, which is convenient for the ladies to chat and laugh. Among them, helping to entertain the guests was orderly.

Even the three words "Heng Qing Lou" on the signboard were written by a second-class Jinshi in the 53rd year of the Wei Dynasty, oh, it was written by Wang Pu.

Song Yun can only sigh with emotion, big money, really big money, look at what other people do in this business, and compare it with his own small shop, it's almost the same as Otto opened next to Maserati, there is no comparison.

That is to say, this shop has its own shares, which can be rounded up as having its own shares, otherwise Song Yun would really be sour into lemon essence.

This store is listed under the names of Li and Shen. First, it is conveniently counted as private property. After all, although the Wang family lives in separate rooms, they have not separated yet.

Although Mrs. Li treated her husband's nephews and nieces pretty well, but since her family made the financial contribution, she naturally wanted to leave it to her children.

Moreover, although there are no strict restrictions on officials doing business in this era, it is still unattractive to do business with great fanfare in the city where they work. It is more appropriate to operate it as a wife's dowry shop.

The Song family also had similar considerations. Although Song Nian has no official position yet, he is a scholar. Even if he loves money, he also loves to live a good life.

In addition, the products sold in the shop are mainly based on the needs of female consumers, so Wang Pu and Song Nian just walked around for a while and then left, leaving the rest up to Li and the others.

Naturally, most of the people who came to support each family were wives from various prefectures, bringing one or two daughters, daughter-in-laws, and some even brought young princes.

They are basically boys of Song Yun's age, about six or seven years old, the kind that can be taken out for a walk without running around, and they won't appear abrupt among a group of female relatives.

Among them is Mrs. Tang, who likes to wear floral skirts as always, magenta and pink are matched, and the hem of the skirt sways slightly with the light steps of walking, and all kinds of reds flow and blend together.

Beside her, one is her eldest daughter, Tang Jing, who is different from her mother's strong peony-like style, she is dressed simply as always, with few accessories, tall and straight, looking towards Song Yun, Song Yun couldn't help but want to shout "Sister Tie Tie!".

The other is Tang Yan. Since the last encounter at the mutton soup restaurant, his hair has finally grown to the same length as the other young men. The magenta brocade is tied into two small knots on the left and right, and even the hair on his forehead There is also a red mole, which looks like his mother's handwriting.

If he stepped on another Hot Wheels, he could shout in minutes:
"Splash Monkey! Don't you recognize me?"

Looking at Tang Yan's appearance, Song Yun couldn't help laughing when he thought of the bare-bottomed kid in the TV series, or the little boys whose mother painted red cheeks and red lips on Children's Day.

Tang Yan was getting annoyed. Since his health had improved, no matter whether it was his parents, brothers or sisters, they were all happy to take him out as a guest.

After all, he is the child who inherited the most beauty from his mother in the family. Parents feel that it is very face-saving to take the youngest son who is carved in pink and jade. Brothers and sisters think that taking him out can show off among friends.

As for Tang Yan, he was very happy to go out to play. After all, he was just a kitten. After being locked up for a week, he would meow and run outside, not to mention Tang Yan who stayed at home all year round due to physical reasons.

However, Tang Yan glanced at his mother and sister sullenly, thinking of the red dot on his forehead, and this gaudy attire, he felt that he was just like the Mohele doll that his sister bought during the Qixi Festival. Involuntarily, let others dress up.

At this time, Song Yun stared at him looking and laughing, and directly poked his pain point. He couldn't help but glared, and stretched out his hand to cover the forehead where Song Yun was staring. When they were there, they said unhappily:
"Don't look, and don't laugh!"

Before Song Yun could say anything, Mrs. Tang patted the back of her son's head gently with one hand, and reprimanded her son pretending to be angry:

"Ayan, why are you talking to my sister? What's wrong with showing her? How cute."

A circle of wives surrounded Mrs. Tang and complimented:

"Yes, yes, the young master is really carved with jade, like a golden boy under the seat of Guanyin."

"Whether it's the eldest lady or the young son, they all follow the madam. It's a good life."

There was also the lady who was close to the Tang family, who couldn't help but reached out and touched Tang Yan's small face.

Even Tang Jing, who was always stared at by him for pinching his younger brother's face at home, so that he could only control his own desire, at this time, seeing his angry appearance, couldn't help but take advantage of the chaos and pinch his buttocks. cheek.

　I have a cold... My throat is sore, my nose is blocked, and I am afraid that I will be kicked off the bus because of coughing when I take the bus.

　　And it's been hot recently, I'm like a fire-breathing dragon, when I breathe, I can feel magma rolling in my body, whistling hot steam.

　　At this time, the pain of not saving the manuscript was reflected. I wanted to rest, but I was reluctant to attend full time, so I could only lie on my stomach while cupping and typing. It may be rough, and I will revise it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)