Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 800 Women's Sachet

Chen Rou took the 200 taels of silver ticket and went out of the gate of the food, just in time to run into Sanwazi who came out from Muyun.

Sanwazi's mouth is full of greasy oil, so he doesn't need to guess, he knows that he just had a big meal.

"Auntie, those people in the jar want it together, and they told you to deduct it from a tael of silver."

Chen Rou couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Sure enough, profiteers are all virtuous, traitors, even a few broken jars!"

Qiao Si on the second floor happened to hear this sentence, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously. After a while, he returned to normal.

"A profiteer? Shang Li is...he is not!"

Chen Rou quickly got into the bullock cart, and wanted to go to the west of the city to see all kinds of sachets. There belonged to the low-income group, which might help her locate more accurately.

Then I went to look at the pots. There must be not enough jars at home without today's jars. She bought more and gave Mu Yun the kimchi of one tael earlier. As for the 200 taels in hand, she had to find Xifeng as soon as possible.

She remembered that Xifeng said at that time that she would not go back for the time being, and she wanted to learn something from the doctor in the town. If she searched all the pharmacies, she might gain something.

Chen Rou doesn't care so much now, take the money first, and talk about the rest later.

The west of the city is as noisy as ever. In fact, Chen Rou likes this place more than the east of the city. Although most of the people living here are poor people, they are more popular. passed to the ears.

The ox cart was thrown on the far bank of the river, and it was grazing at the moment. In ancient times, farming cattle were more important things, and few people stole cattle, which is why Chen Rou felt at ease.

"Auntie, I think this place is great, why doesn't my father come here to sell pork, there are a lot of people here."

In the market, with people coming and going, Chen Rou suddenly felt that it was very unwise to go to the market in the east of the city to exchange things. There are many people here and the market is big, why not here?

Chen Rou randomly picked a stall selling sachets and went to it, and then her eyes fell on the sachets on the stall. The sachets were all relatively simple, with simple patterns embroidered on them, and the needlework was very crappy, much worse than her needlework. The waste material was not much better, but in the short time she stood at the stall, several girls came over to ask the price.

"The red unembroidered sachet is eight coins, and the embroidered one is twelve coins."

Listening to the price, Chen Rou silently calculated in her heart, about one hundred sachets is one tael of silver. In this case, several girls chose embroidered flower sachets, and Chen Rou looked over, They didn't dress particularly well, they just looked average, but they still chose good-looking ones, just because of those few flowers that she didn't even like.

"Madam...Madam, do you want it?" The sachet seller saw that Chen Rou had been staring at his sachet and didn't intend to buy it, so he couldn't help but reminded him.

"Buy, buy!" Chen Rou came back to her senses, picked up one of the sachets, put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it. The very ordinary smell can attract so many people.

"Are there petals in it? It smells so good. It should be noticed by many people when worn on the body."

Chen Rou deliberately pretended to be obsessed, and praised the sachet in her hand without hesitation.

"Madam has good eyesight. We grow the petals in this sachet by ourselves. When there is dew in the morning, we pick off the most blooming petals, then dry them, and then use our best embroiderers to embroider the sachet. Or match it with patterns to ensure that the sachets you get in your hands are the best."

(End of this chapter)