Zhao Luoyang still looked like he was still unfinished. He looked at Shopkeeper Sun and said, "I'll buy some incense and paper money after selling the furs this time. When I get back, I'll pay my respects and let Ah Shu collect the money and buy some clothes. What do you think?"
Right? I’ll repeat it a few more times, and every time I think of my grandfather and uncle, this is what we did, and it works.”
Sun Zhuang could only nod his head: "It should be useful."
"It's not the New Year, but we can also send lanterns and paper clothes. You gave us so much money, and Ah Shu's share is indispensable. I'll buy it soon."
Sun Zhuang originally wanted to question this girl, but suddenly felt that he had no position to say anything.
What a kind-hearted girl! It was as if he was helping the people in the village to ask her to do this.
Zhao Luoyang and Shi Jiu said in their minds: "It seems they suspect that someone else knows about this."
Shopkeeper Sun seems to be afraid of causing trouble.
Doesn’t this look like he is harboring evil intentions?
Shopkeeper Sun knew it was useless to ask, but he still refused to give up and said: "Apart from these, is there nothing else?"
When he asked this question, the girl in front of him was startled for a moment, then rolled his eyes, as if he was thinking carefully.
After a while, Zhao Luoyang said: "Then I will pay more attention when I go back?"
As if he noticed that Shopkeeper Sun was a little disappointed, Zhao Luoyang said: "I didn't find it. Maybe someone in the village knows about it. I'll ask everyone when I get back."
When he lowered the net, he didn't catch any fish, but lost the bait. You can imagine how Sun Zhuang felt at this time. It was just money, so how much thought did he waste?
This is the final result.
"Shopkeeper," Zhao Luoyang said, "if I ask something, how should I tell you? Are you still coming to the shop?"
How could Sun Zhuang refuse this? Even if there was even the slightest possibility, he would not let it go.
Sun Zhuang said: "It's okay to come here. If I'm not here, let the guys go find me."
Zhao Luoyang laughed when he heard this, looking very happy, and then asked tentatively: "Then... if we still have fur, can we sell it here?"
Sun Zhuang's throat moved, and he felt like he was being cut by a knife. He just wanted to ask, should this girl be treated as a long-term deal?
Will she charge a high price for all the furs she sells in the future?
Once or twice is okay, how can he let her do this every time?
The elders in her family actually didn't care.
Sun Zhuang glanced at the man not far away. The man kept his head lowered, as if all this had nothing to do with him. No matter what the girl said, he remained silent.
Zhao Luoyang stood up: "Well, shopkeeper, let's go first."
Sun Zhuang stood up and sent several people out.
When he came in, Zhao Luoyang was carrying a light bamboo basket on his back. When he left, there were twenty-seven strings of silver coins in the bamboo basket. Now he was held tightly in Zhao Xuejing's arms.
They gained a lot from this trip.
After the group left, Sun Zhuang took a deep breath.
The clerk stepped forward and said, "You are kind enough to sell it to them at such a high price. This year's deer skin is not expensive. It can only be sold for 800 yuan."
"I know," Sun Zhuang lowered his face, "Just write it down in the account and say I received it."
"Then," said the waiter, "what if these people come back and sell mole skins again?"
Sun Zhuang felt cold, but he quickly waved his hand: "Thirty pieces have been sold today."
The guy nodded.
Seeing that the waiter still didn't understand, Sun Zhuang let out all the anger in his heart: "How is that possible? Did they dig out a rat hole?"
After saying this, Sun Zhuang straightened his robe, put on his cloak and walked out of the shop. He was going to see the uncle...
Sun Zhuang couldn't help but sigh as he walked on the road. How should he tell the uncle?
…
As Zhao Xuejing walked forward, the heavy bamboo basket seemed to be able to block the wind, making his whole body feel warm.
Zhao Luoyang and Zhao Yuan asked their siblings to ask about the price of charcoal in front of them. Zhao Yuanji swallowed the glutinous rice cakes that had just been baked. His sister had just bought them, a big bag of thirty pieces.
After finally entering the city, Zhao Yuanji didn't want to keep thinking about this bag of glutinous rice cakes, but the aroma of the glutinous rice cakes penetrated his nose and took away his soul.
"Brother Ji," Zhao Xuejing said, "when you came here, you knew you were going to sell mole skin?"
"I know," Zhao Yuanji said without blinking, "I even helped Sister count."
Really? Zhao Xuejing looked at his son and couldn't tell whether it was the truth or a lie.
Zhao Yuanji nodded honestly: "Don't worry! I bought them all on the road and now I'm selling them."
Zhao Xuejing thought that this was also possible.
But when did you buy it? They don’t even know.
Zhao Luoyang has already inquired about the price of charcoal. Half a month ago, weighing fifteen kilograms of charcoal only cost eighty cents, but now it costs two hundred cents.
"Are you immigrants?" said the charcoal seller. "The local people have already saved enough charcoal. Only immigrants would buy it so late. But there is nothing you can do. You can't burn too much charcoal without wood.
I can only sell these."
Zhao Luoyang and Zhao Yuanrang walked away, and Zhao Yuanrang said: "Why don't you grab it? I haven't heard of such a price. I don't believe there is no wood. They cut so much wood on the mountain, and they just deliberately don't sell it."
, when everyone is too cold to survive, we will have no choice but to spend this money."
As soon as Zhao Yuanrang finished speaking, the charcoal seller shouted again: "If you want to buy it, come and buy it. You may have to buy three hundred coins per scale tomorrow."
Zhao Yuan gave in and said: "Let the eldest brother of the Shi family and Uncle Feng come to sell it tomorrow. We will only sell it for 80 coins and sell it to the relocated people. We can also make some money with 80 coins, but we can't make that much money."
Rice and charcoal are life-saving items. Unlike other items, if these items are expensive, more people will freeze to death or starve to death.
Mr. Zhao will control the price of food, and the government office will also sell some charcoal with a low market value to provide relief, but after all, the amount is not much. It would be best if we can help each other.
Zhao Luoyang looked at Zhao Yuanrang and nodded with a smile: "Go back and discuss it with Uncle Feng and the others."
After the siblings said this, they were about to go to the pen and ink shop in front to look for more books and buy more books. Zhao Yuanrang was very interested. After looking at the price of charcoal, he felt motivated and wanted to buy more books.
Read some books, at least be as knowledgeable as Mr.
Without a husband, they would not be able to build a charcoal kiln and would have to spend a lot of money to buy it.
Zhao Luoyang looked around. In fact, she wanted to ask about Zhang Yuan.
In his mind, Shi Jiu said: "Want to go to Zhang Yuan's house?"
"Well," Zhao Luoyang said, "It's a pity that I don't know where the Zhang Yuan family is, and I don't know if there are any Liu family members watching us."
"Don't worry," Shi Jiu said in a very soft voice, "I'll ask people again when I have the opportunity."
Zhao Luoyang found that after the system upgrade, Shi Jiu became a little different. He seemed to speak more patiently than before. Although his tone was still rigid, it made her feel very warm.
"Miss Zhao."
A familiar voice came, and Zhao Luoyang turned his head and saw Wang Huai with a smile on his face.
Huaiguang stepped forward and saluted.
Zhao Xuejing recognized that this was the steward of the Wang family's village, and immediately said: "I didn't expect to meet you here. How is the Wang family's young master?"
Wang Huai said hurriedly: "I'm sorry for your concern. My master is much better now."
"That's good," Zhao Xuejing said, "They say that if you take good care of your illness in winter, you can get rid of the root cause in spring. If you are young, you will be able to recover quickly."
Wang Huai saluted and thanked him again, and then he looked at Zhao Luoyang: "Girl of the Zhao family, can you take a moment to speak? You asked my young master about Zhuangzi's affairs before, and the young master asked me to talk to you in detail."
Zhao Luoyang naturally didn't ask Mr. Wang this, but she could guess what Wang Huai was going to say, and it should be related to Ah Shu's case.
Zhao Luoyang nodded and looked at Zhao Xuejing: "Third uncle, you go to the pen and ink shop first. I will be back in a while."
Zhao Xuejing was a little worried.
Wang Huai said hurriedly: "How about we find a teahouse."
"No need," Zhao Xuejing said, "Just stay here, we'll just wait aside."
Wang Huai and Zhao Luoyang walked to the alley next to them.
Wang Huai made a long story short: "The young lady from the Zhao family mentioned the Liu family before, and the master was worried, so he asked me to come and help. Just now I saw the young lady from the Zhao family walking out of Liu Ji's shop, and I knew that the eldest lady might be investigating this matter.