As for the purpose of the handbag, Manager Wan knew it as soon as Song Liyun took it out.
The clothes in the Wu Dynasty were loose, and the only place where men and women could carry items at any time was in addition to the sleeves, skirts, and purses around the waist.
It is a bag sewn from cloth, or embroidered, or just a simple bag. While it is used as a decoration, it also needs to contain some flint needles and threads, knives and other commonly used items.
If it is too full, it will be bulging, but if it is too little, it will be shriveled. With the change, those exquisite embroideries have lost their shape.
The outer skin of this handbag is sheepskin, the inside is lined with fine velvet cloth, and there is cardboard in the middle. The surface is flat and the space is spacious, so the contents inside will not be crushed.
Seeing Manager Wanda's brows furrowed and fiddling around, Song Liyun only smiled slightly.
When he finally put down his hand, Song Liyun said: "Uncle Wan, I sell leather in the winter and make bags in the summer. There are various sizes, lengths, and styles. There is no difference between the off-season and the peak season."
Manager Wan Da didn't say anything. He thought of the various cardboard boxes in Broken Gold Town, and his eyes were bright: "Three to seven, you come up with the blueprint and take three."
"good!"
Song Liyun breathed a long sigh of relief. Although selling skins alone can make money quickly, it is the risks that one takes, and it is this kind of precision-processing industry that is long-lasting.
Especially when you become famous, money is boundless.
Think about those bags with letters on them before the end of the world. Every one of them is money.
Within a few words, Song Liyun negotiated another business deal.
Steward Wanda didn't even finish the meal. He hugged a cardboard box and hurried away with the waiter.
He wanted to go back to Fucheng quickly and make the handbags and cross-body bags that Song Liyun mentioned.
In addition, the drawings for polishing zippers with gold and silver also need to be sent to the silver house and asked to be made by a silversmith.
In the private room, Song Liyun sighed. All she wanted to do was actually carry a handbag. She didn't expect that when Manager Wan Da saw that he was carrying a satchel, he would immediately empty it out and take it away as a sample.
Outside the gate of Tianxiang Tower, people who wanted to taste it for free were queuing up in a long line, blocking traffic for two consecutive days and causing dissatisfaction among city residents.
In the team, there was a man in his thirties, wearing a short shirt, carrying a package. Next to him stood a ten-year-old boy and a seven or eight-year-old girl. In front of the three of them was a young woman holding a little girl in her arms.
The man looked at the long flow of people with envy on his face. After a moment, he leaned forward and whispered to the woman: "I tasted it yesterday. The spicy taste is very authentic. In addition to cornus, pepper and other things."
Yesterday, when he went out to look for work, he saw people queuing up at Tianxiang Tower to deliver food, so he followed him over.
The woman had a complicated expression: "Brother Zhu, let's go back! If we don't make a living in Fucheng, we can still go back to the town to set up a stall and sell some wonton dough. The whole family is still waiting for us to get money back to support them."
The man's face, which had been so excited just now, suddenly dimmed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not willing to give in!"
The woman sighed and buried her face in her daughter's clothes.
As the queue moved forward, the aroma of barbecue became stronger and stronger. Everyone became excited and looked at the long grill. Watching the greasy meat skewers sizzling on the charcoal fire, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Behind the man, a man wearing a green cloth coat whispered dissatisfiedly: "If you want to open a business, you can only give me a little food. Let's see how I clean up."
Someone shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Be careful of bad things. It depends on how you explain it to Mr. Huang."
The man in the green cloth coat immediately shut up.
The husband in front obviously heard what was said behind him. He held his son's hand tightly and did not look back.
Gradually, they also walked to the place where tasting boxes were distributed. Holding the two pieces of meat and a handful of vegetables in the carton, the husband excitedly said to his wife, who also received the carton: "Juan sister, please try it."
Taste it to see if it smells like Sichuan peppercorns."
The woman put the carton to her nose, smelled it, and nodded: "It's the smell of my hometown. Brother Zhu..."
Before she could say anything, she heard someone shouting loudly next to her: "Oh my God, is this poison or something? My mouth... Why is it so numb! Help! Someone call the doctor for me. This food is...
poisonous."
His shout immediately caused confusion in the queue: "What, eating just a little bit of something is still poisonous?"
"What poison!"
"Look at that man's mouth. It's really poisonous. No wonder others say you can't take advantage. They are treating us like dogs trying to taste food."
People crowded forward to see clearly what was going on.
Someone else shouted: "Everyone, help me, call the doctor over quickly."
The waiter who was distributing food boxes panicked and ran inside: "Miss Song, there is someone making trouble outside."
Another waiter had experience. He stood on a high stool and banged the copper basin, shouting: "Don't panic, everyone. Don't talk nonsense. The food we eat has a numbing taste. After eating it, your tongue will become numb. It is not poisoning."
, not poisoning.”
The man in a short shirt holding the child stood up and said loudly: "The seasoning here has a numbing smell, not poison. If you don't believe it, please see how I eat it."
As he spoke, he poured the barbecue from the carton in his hand into his mouth and chewed: "It tastes spicy and delicious, and the meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside..."
He was a little smokey after eating. The barbecue tasted good, but these skills were not good enough. The meat was either overcooked or lacked flavor.
It's just that others are attracted by the exciting taste and can't feel this mistake, but he can taste it.
This is just a technical issue, not toxic at all.
Some people started eating on the spot like this, and the diners who had been panicking just now calmed down.
The man in green wailed loudly: "It's poisonous! I have no strength. My poor wife is going to be a widow at a young age. Please don't cuckold me!"
Seeing that this man was still talking nonsense, the man in a short shirt couldn't help but pointed at him and cursed angrily: "Even if it's poisonous, you put it in yourself. Folks, he just said he was here to extort money. He was lying."
The onlookers' chatter became louder and louder, and they all expressed doubts about the poisoning theory.
Everyone ate it. The taste was indeed spicy and exciting. Some people couldn't stand it and their faces turned red. There were no other signs of poisoning.
"Who are you calling a liar? You are also with them."
"Look, this brother is vomiting blood!"
Someone jumped out to help, and three or four more people started pointing at the Tianxianglou clerk and scolding them, looking filled with indignation.
"You shady businessmen, you dare to eat all kinds of shit."
Someone grabbed the man in a short shirt by the collar and yelled curses.
The man was not one to give in easily. He was trying to pull someone off while yelling, "You ruffians can never succeed. I just want to expose your tricks."
There was already a commotion at the door, and eight people including Sun Wencheng were still standing behind the grill. Although they were still turning over the iron picks in their hands, they looked eager to try.
It's just that they can't act rashly without the orders of the captains.
Just when the man in the short shirt was about to start a fight, there was a loud shout: "Stop, who is making trouble here?"