Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 290 Groceries
The grocery store sells a variety of items. In addition to some commonly used items, there are even well-starched old clothes.

Of course, ironware and the like are subject to government control and cannot be sold.

Zhao Wangshu walked around the store. The goods were neatly arranged and the hygiene was in good condition. The clerks were warm and considerate to the customers, and they would not scold them even if they did not buy anything.

Zhao Wangshu somewhat recognized the shopkeeper's business ability. Just as she was about to leave, the shopkeeper came over and saluted, "Young lady, I have met the young lady. Please give my regards to the young lady."

"Do you know me?" Zhao Wangshu asked in surprise.

The shopkeepers of the eight shops in front of her all treated her as a guest.

"I'm lucky to have seen my uncle and his wife shopping on the street." the shopkeeper said.

Zhao Wangshu smiled and nodded, he was a very discerning person, "The goods you have here are quite complete, business is booming, and you are doing well."

"Thank you, Madam, for the compliment." A proud smile appeared on the shopkeeper's face. As far as he knew, Madam Young had inspected seven or eight shops in the past two days, but the only one he managed was profitable.

If he can be promoted by the young lady, he might be able to manage a few more shops, earn more money, redeem his grandson's life, and let him go to school. If he can become an official in high school, his family will have a different family.

"You have done well, the Yun family will not treat useful people badly." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

"Thank you, madam." The smile on the shopkeeper's face became even brighter. He felt that the young madam was easier to talk to than the uncle, and she was more kind, which made him feel warm in his heart.

Zhao Wangshu left the grocery store and went to another grocery store.

This grocery store was much larger than the previous one, with more types of goods. Zhao Wangshu also saw the makeup powder from Gardenia Pavilion, which was of course the lowest grade.

"Madam, are you interested in these powders?" a gentle voice asked.

Zhao Wangshu looked up and saw a middle-aged woman looking at her with a smile, "Are you the shopkeeper of this store?"

"Yes." The middle-aged woman smiled.

"Are these really the cosmetics from Gardenia Pavilion?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

"Of course it's true. The owner of Gardenia Pavilion is my young lady." The middle-aged woman picked up a box of balsam and said, "Madam, smell this."

Zhao Wangshu took the balm and sniffed it gently. The elegant aroma made her narrow her eyes slightly. It was indeed the powder from Gardenia Pavilion.

"What's the price of this box of powder?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Twenty-five cents per box."

Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked deliberately: "As far as I know, the purchase price from Gardenia Pavilion is twenty-two cents per box, and you only make three cents. Don't you think it's too much of a loss?"

The middle-aged woman was startled and hurriedly saluted, "Please forgive me for my blindness, young lady, for not recognizing my master."

Zhao Wangshu smiled. He was also a smart man. No wonder with so many stores, only these two grocery stores were profitable. Sure enough, they were quite capable.

"I am very satisfied with how well you have managed this store." Zhao Wangshu said gently.

The middle-aged woman said with joy on her face: "Thank you, Madam, for the compliment. This is what a young woman should do."

"You have good abilities. I will consider letting you manage another store." Zhao Wangshu was more willing to give the woman a chance.

The middle-aged woman knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Wangshu, "Thank you, Madam. I will take good care of the shop and live up to Madam's trust."

Zhao Wangshu helped her up and said gently: "I believe in you, do your best, I look forward to your performance."

"Thank you, madam. Thank you, madam." The middle-aged woman thanked her repeatedly.

Zhao Wangshu nodded with satisfaction, then picked up the box of balm, "I bought this box of powder." The middle-aged woman hurriedly said: "Young madam, if you can pay for this box of powder, you can just take it. "

"Don't break the rules of the store." Zhao Wangshu motioned to Luzhi to pay.

The middle-aged woman took the money, her eyes full of gratitude. The young lady's move was telling everyone to abide by the rules of the store. In this way, no one could take anything on credit in the store.

"Go and greet the other guests." Zhao Wangshu took Hong Chang and the others away.

On the carriage back home, Zhao Wangshu was thinking about who to ask to write the article. He thought about it, but he couldn't think of a suitable candidate. Then he thought that it took Zuo Si ten years to write "Sandu Fu".

It takes ten years to write an article, not to mention whether the person who wrote it is happy or not, even she can't wait that long.

"Young Madam, Yibo Bookstore has arrived." Hong Chang reminded Zhao Wangshu who was deep in thought.

Zhao Wangshu got off the carriage, entered the bookstore, and asked the waiter who came up to him, "Are there any new story books recently?"

"Yes, madam." The clerk led her to the bookshelf where the storybooks were kept. "These are all newly released storybooks. Madam, please take a look."

Zhao Wangshu took it and looked through it casually, and found that it was either a story about a lady falling in love with a poor scholar and insisting on marrying despite her parents' objections, or a story about a poor girl and a noble prince getting to know each other, and the poor girl entering the house as a concubine, so that she Disappointed.

"Didn't Han Haisheng write a new script?" Zhao Wangshu remembered that the script written by this man was quite innovative.

The waiter shook his head and was about to speak when a boy ran in from the door and said, "Brother Yu, Han Haisheng's new dialect book has been delivered."

Zhao Wangshu waited for a while and then saw the Newspeak book written by Han Haisheng: "The Way of Taoism is Profound".

You can probably guess what the book is about by looking at the title. The story of a Taoist priest cultivating himself to become an immortal is a bit cliché, but he used his unique writing style and rich imagination to write this story in a fascinating way.

Zhao Wangshu suddenly had an idea, bought "The Way of Taoism", left the bookstore and went home.

In the evening, as soon as Yun Hao entered the door, Zhao Wangshu rushed over and said, "Master Yun, your wife needs your help with something."

Yun Hao smiled and put his arms around her slender waist, "Madam, please give me your instructions."

Zhao Wangshu stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin, "Reward my Lord Yun."

Yun Hao grimaced, "Mrs. Yun, if you come to visit relatives, don't provoke me."

"I'm going to provoke you, what can you do?" Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows and asked arrogantly.

"Wait until Mrs. Yun's relatives are gone, and then come back to seek justice." Yun Hao hugged her and sat down on the big Kang by the window.

Zhao Wangshu reached out and picked up the book "Profound Taoism" that was placed on the kang table, and handed it to him, "I want to find the author of this book."

"What are you asking him for? He wrote a bad ending, and you want him to rewrite it?" Yun Hao asked with a smile.

Zhao Wangshu glanced at him, "Am I that domineering?"

"My wife should be so domineering." Yun Hao kissed her on the cheek.

Zhao Wangshu smiled and said, "His writing is good. I want him to write a storybook and sell it in his bookstore. I can use this storybook to make money."

"This is a good idea. Madam likes his writing style, so invite him here to write a storybook specifically for Madam." Yun Hao didn't care at all whether he made money or not. What he cared about was whether Zhao Wangshu was happy.

"Then it's up to Master Yun to handle this matter." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

"I will let them find him as soon as possible." Yun Hao said with a smile.