The noisy market is bustling with people, and there is a kind of vigorous vitality everywhere. Just looking at the variety of products in this market will make you dazzled. Who would have thought that the Southern Song Dynasty was in troubled times, with wars and chaos, and foreign powers coming.
"Lingshan, look, is this beautiful?" Leng Changxi walked through the crowded streets, and Lingshan who followed closely behind her did not dare to be careless at all.
She stopped in front of a stall selling round fans, picked up a silk round fan, and asked herself, Lingshan was able to take a breath.
There is a lifelike tabby cat embroidered on the fan. It is lying on its back, hiding in the grass and carefully watching the butterflies flying in the flowers with an extremely expressive expression. The bristles on its back are all standing up one by one.
You can count them all, and the purple butterflies flying in the air are also exquisitely embroidered, spreading their wings leisurely and flying low, as if they are real.
"Miss, this round fan is so beautiful!" Lingshan is also a child after all. After seeing so many novelties on the street, the heart he had been holding on to was also attracted away, and his follower Leng Changxi looked around.
"Do you like it?" Leng Changxi asked, looking at the fan in her hand.
"Yes, I like it!" Lingshan nodded honestly, with affection in his eyes. The round fan is a kind of jewelry for women, and generally only young ladies will carry it with them. The more beautiful the round fan is, the more popular it will be.
"How much does it cost?" Leng Changxi asked, holding up a fan.
When the vendor saw that a doll of no more than five years old was asking about the price, he didn't really want to respond, so he casually replied: "Three liang, doll, if you like it, let your mother buy it for you."
Looking at the hawker's expression, Leng Changxi knew that she and Lingshan had been underestimated. She immediately smiled coldly, took out a bill from her arms, and waved it in front of the hawker: "Do you want my mother to come again?"
As early as the Northern Song Dynasty, Huizi appeared. It was called Jiaozi at that time and was the earliest paper currency. Because gold and silver were too heavy, people would also deposit gold and silver in Huizi shops and exchange them for Huizi. Therefore,
Huizi is also another symbol of a rich family fortune.
"No, no, girl, which one do you like?" As soon as he saw the girl, the hawker knew that she was a lady from a wealthy family. His eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he nodded hurriedly.
Leng Changxi's revelation of her money not only made the hawker's eyes brighten, but also the man who had been following the two of them.
"That's it." Leng Changxi shook the fan in her hand: "But, three or two..."
"Girl, three liang..." Seeing Leng Changxi's hesitation, the vendor felt a little lucky in his heart, thinking how could such a doll have any idea of money.
"It's too expensive." Leng Changxi shook her head and immediately put down the fan in her hand.
"Girl, we are running a small business. Look at this embroidery work, how exquisite it is. You can't get it anywhere else!" When the vendor saw her putting up the fan, he quickly used his sharp tongue to lobby.
"Then let me go and have a look. Your three taels are too expensive." Leng Changxi shook her head and made a gesture to leave.
When the hawker saw that she was about to leave, he hurriedly asked, "Girl, how much do you think it is?"
Leng Changxi stretched out a finger, and the vendor swallowed on the spot: "One...one tael? Girl, are you kidding me? Well, since you are still a child, I will give you a real price, two taels, I can't
No more!”
Leng Changxi shook her head, turned around and was about to leave. Finally, the vendor bit her silver teeth and called her back in a hurry: "Here you go, girl, here you go!"
She handed over a couple of pieces of silver with a smile, and after taking a closer look at the fan, Leng Changxi put the fan into Lingshan's hand without hesitation and said, "This is for you!"
"Miss..." Looking at the fan in his hand, Lingshan was stunned. His own lady had given such a precious thing to him.
"Don't you like it?" Ignoring Ling Shan who was still moved, Leng Changxi walked into the crowd with her little feet.
Holding the round fan tightly in her hand, Lingshan felt warm in her heart. She had been in Leng Mansion for more than a year. Although this young lady would always cause trouble unexpectedly, she had absolutely nothing to say about her kindness.
Miss, she knows very well that on the outside she is just a paper tiger, but on the inside she is extremely soft.
Just as he was thinking about it, Leng Changxi suddenly called out "Oh!" from ahead. Lingshan hurriedly put away the fan and ran towards the crowd.
In the bustling crowd, I saw a little girl falling to the ground. A man dressed like a scholar was helping her up anxiously: "Miss, are you okay? I'm so sorry."
"Miss!" Upon seeing this, Lingshan hurriedly ran up, supported Leng Changxi, looked around carefully, and asked worriedly: "What's going on? Are you hurt?"
"I'm really sorry. I was walking carelessly and accidentally bumped into the young lady, which made her fall." The scholar gently patted the dust on Leng Changxi's body while facing the soul.
Shan explained.
"It doesn't matter, it's just me who didn't watch the road." Seeing that he had apologized so sincerely, Leng Changxi couldn't help but make trouble unreasonably, so she smiled and forgave the scholar.
After saying that, Leng Changxi passed by the scholar with Lingshan and walked deeper into the crowd. However, she never noticed that the scholar's apologetic and humble demeanor had been replaced by a touch of pride. It was not in vain that he followed this person.