Qixing raised his head and looked at the plaque. This was the utensil-making shop he visited last time. Like all shops, it had an auspicious name.
"Hey, that's not it." The waiter standing at the door also saw her and sighed.
Although she only came once, the guy still remembered her.
".The lady who bought the equipment and wanted to make the bed herself," said the waiter.
This kind of person is rare, especially a girl, so the guy has to remember it deeply.
Qixing smiled at him and nodded: "It's me."
Qing Pheasant was a little reserved behind him and said nothing.
The shop assistant smiled and asked: "Miss, have you made the bed yet?"
Qixing said with a smile: "It's done, and some furniture was also made. The tools you have here are pretty good."
The store clerk laughed. Their tool making workshop was quite famous in Xucheng. They often heard praise for the quality of their furniture, but this was the first time that they heard praise for the quality of their tools.
"The tools we have here are all carefully selected by the owner. It is said that only good tools can produce good appliances." The store clerk said with a smile, and then asked jokingly, "Is that sister here today to sell us the furniture you made?
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Qixing nodded, then shook his head: "I want to sell you something, but it doesn't have to be furniture. I have to ask your boss what he wants first."
Oops - the store clerk didn't know whether to be surprised or laugh for a moment. Is this serious or a joke? He was just joking.
The girl who spoke had a calm face and looked very serious, not joking. The girl behind turned her head away, as if she didn't dare to look at him.
"Miss, are you entertaining me?" the shop assistant asked.
"Of course not." Qixing said, "You can show my craftsmanship to your boss first. If he is interested, I will discuss it with him in detail."
The shop assistant said: "What kind of craftsmanship?"
After asking this question, the young lady looked at the girl next to her and said, "Qingzhi, take it out."
The girl lowered her head as if she was reluctant to give up. After a while, she took her hands out from behind, holding a pair in her hands.
Straw sandals.
The store clerk blinked and said nothing.
Qing Zhi lowered his head and could imagine the expression on the man's face, but since he had already taken it out, he could not take it back.
She handed it forward: "Here."
The store clerk finally realized that it was not a joke, but it was too much of a joke.
Straw sandals?!
"It's straw sandals that even a doll can knit." He was helpless and annoyed, "What skills can you tell?"
Qixing still looked calm and said: "Because these are straw sandals that even a doll can knit, you can see the unique craftsmanship more clearly." Without waiting for the little brother to say anything else, "Brother, take it to the boss to have a look, he is very knowledgeable.
If it’s wide, you might be able to see what’s unique about it.”
Did you dislike him? The shop clerk was a little annoyed and angry, so he took the straw sandals.
"Our boss has a bad temper," he said. "If you annoy him, be careful to get the tools sold to you back."
After that, he picked up his straw sandals and stepped in.
Qingzhi looked at his back with a complicated expression, then looked at Qixing, and asked in a low voice: "Miss, can your boss see your unique craftsmanship?"
Qixing shook his head: "I don't know."
Qing Zhi screamed, she thought the young lady was very determined.
Seeing the anxious look on the little maid's face, Qixing comforted her: "Don't worry, this family can't tell. Let's go to other stores to try. If the utensils work, just go to a grocery store, iron shop, whatever store you want to try."
Qing Zhi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Maybe she needs to remind the lady that comforting people is not like this.
"Shopkeeper Lu, shopkeeper Lu."
The shop assistant, carrying straw sandals, poked his head outside a hall and shouted.
There was a middle-aged man inside, his head lowered, picking up the chips, and the chips were in his hands all day long. The shopkeepers joked privately that shopkeeper Lu would not let go of them even when he went to bed at night.
Upon hearing the shouting, shopkeeper Lu shouted without raising his head: "If you have something to say, don't scream!"
The shop assistant hesitated for a moment and then walked in: "There are people selling, um, crafts outside. I asked the owner to take a look at them."
Shopkeeper Lu didn't even raise his head: "Just tell me what you want to sell. Don't shamelessly call the owner a spy. What a surprise."
As he spoke, he glanced up and almost bit his tongue when he saw the straw sandals held up by the shop assistant.
"It can't be these straw sandals, right?"
The shop clerk nodded, with a look of disdain and helplessness: "No, they are just straw sandals, which are said to be unique craftsmanship. I have been an apprentice for so many years, but I don't know what unique craftsmanship there is in straw sandals? Will they fly or something?"
He muttered, shopkeeper Lu frowned, looked at the straw sandals without saying anything, seemed to be looking at it very seriously, but also seemed to be distracted.
The shop assistant's voice stopped and he hesitated: "Shopkeeper Lu, do you want to take a look?"
Shopkeeper Lu put down the abacus that never left his hand and reached out to take the straw sandals.
The store clerk was surprised, do you really want to see it?
Shopkeeper Lu held the straw sandals and looked left and right for a moment. He seemed to be unable to see anything, but he did not throw them away. Instead, he said in deep thought: "I'll let my boss take a look."
The store clerk was stunned as he watched Shopkeeper Lu holding the straw sandals and walking back.
seriously?
Are these straw sandals really unique?
Ruyi Utensils Store is not big. After passing through a somewhat messy workshop, we came to a house.
The door is closed and the windows are closed.
Shopkeeper Lu knocked on the door, "Master."
There was no sound inside the door, but shopkeeper Lu was not discouraged and knocked on it three times and three times.
Someone finally spoke from inside the door: "Okay, okay, I'm not dead yet."
The voice was thin and hoarse, a little weak, and it was accompanied by the wheels sliding.
Shopkeeper Lu hurriedly opened the door and went in. He saw a man coming out of the inner room sitting on a chair. He was an old man with white hair and beard. He was wearing coarse clothes and had a gloomy face. He seemed unhappy to be disturbed.
"Are you too idle? Knocking on my door every day." He said.
Shopkeeper Lu ignored his words and took out the straw sandals.
The old man glanced at it and became even more unhappy: "What new shoes are you looking for? The shoes on my feet are wearing well."
After saying that, he lifted up his robe slightly, revealing his feet.
On her feet were a pair of straw sandals.
"A useless person like me doesn't need to use my feet, and I don't need any shoes. This pair of shoes is enough for me to wear until I die."
He complained self-deprecatingly, but shopkeeper Lu didn't care and interrupted him: "I didn't make it for you. Someone came to sell the craftsmanship and asked the owner to take care of it."
The old man babbled for a while and looked at the straw sandals held by shopkeeper Lu.
"Surprisingly..." he said, looking a little surprised, "There are still people selling straw sandals?"
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A pair of slightly wrinkled hands raised the straw sandals to the light, turned them around, and looked at them carefully.
"How do you wear straw sandals made of fresh cattails?" The old man said in a disdainful voice, "People nowadays are becoming more and more impatient in doing things, and they are not even willing to wait for the time to dry the cattails."
Shopkeeper Lu felt that he was relying on his old age to show off his old age: "It's good to see someone knitting straw sandals. Come and see if you are surnamed Wei. Don't teach people a lesson when you get the chance and become an annoying old immortal."
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Speaking so rudely, this shopkeeper looks more like his boss.
The boss named Wei doesn't care about the attitude of the shopkeeper. He loves to complain and doesn't stop others from complaining.
Mr. Wei's hand stroked the corner of the grass knot on his shoe and said in a muffled voice: "Ask her to come in."
That's it. Shopkeeper Lu sighed softly: "After that incident, I haven't seen anyone coming for a long time. It turns out that they haven't stopped yet."
Mr. Wei sneered: "Maybe he's just eating and drinking. His foundation has been destroyed, and what's left is just rotten fish. It's better to cut it off."
Shopkeeper Lu glared at him, threw up his sleeves and walked out.
Seeing shopkeeper Lu personally taking Qixing in, Qing Pheasant was a little nervous, and the store clerk was also a little nervous beside him.
In the past, there were indeed craftsmen who came to sell goods, but at most they were only looked at by the master craftsmen in the workshop, and no one had ever been personally entertained by the owner.
These straw sandals are so awesome.
This lady's craftsmanship is extraordinary.
"Miss Xiaoqing," the waiter asked respectfully, "please sit down and wait. I will bring you tea and snacks, specially for female customers when they come. Do you want to try them?"
When Qing Pheasant was being entertained by the store clerk outside, Qixing only got a snort when he saw the owner of Ruyifang.
"Still a child." Wei Dongjia muttered.
Qixing salutes: "Wan Sheng comes from Xinghua Mountain outside the city..."
But her self-introduction was interrupted.
"Okay, don't ask about your origins. Haven't your parents taught you anything?" Mr. Wei didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and he wasn't interested in talking more. He just asked, "What do you want to complain about? What do you have to offer?"
These words sounded confusing and strange, but Qixing had no doubts. He raised his hand and saluted and said: "I am complaining that the twenty-fourth son of the Ning family in Xu Cheng is using his power to bully others and is tyrannical in Shunde Tower. Please help the weak and eliminate the harm to the world."
