"I want this bag, is it one hundred taels?" The magistrate's wife picked up the bag, took out a banknote from her body and gave it to Shen Bingning, this is one hundred taels of silver.
Shen Bingning took the one hundred taels of silver, but still looked at the bag in the hands of the magistrate's wife reluctantly. This made the magistrate's wife feel a little comforted. One hundred taels bought a special one, and it was worth it to buy a unique one.
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After the county magistrate's wife left, Shen Bingning shook the banknotes in her hand, her red lips curled into the shape of an ingot. It was a good harvest today, and she sold a hundred taels at a time.
"Boss, didn't you say that this bag is not for sale?" Erhua asked her confusedly. She also specifically told her that this bag was not for sale. Why is it sold now, still for one hundred taels? She
I have never seen in my dreams what one hundred taels of silver looks like.
"Then you don't know," Shen Bingning put the banknote on her body, "all the bags in this store are for sale, and naturally those high-quality bags are also for sale. As long as the price is high, there is no way that they won't be sold.
What's the truth?" This made Erhua even more confused.
"But aren't you reluctant to part with it?"
Shen Bingning shook her finger at Erhua, "So, you still need to exercise," she looked reluctant to give up. Only people who buy bags with 1 tael are comfortable. After all, one hundred taels is not a decimal.
Erhua was confused when she heard what was going on.
"Okay," Shen Bingning patted the banknote on her chest, "I have to go in and get busy. Call me if you need anything."
Erhua nodded blankly. Although she was a little dazed and honest, she was very down-to-earth. Each bag cost five taels of silver, and the middle bag was not for sale. She remembered it clearly.
Shen Bingning had already ran into the back room. There were a bunch of semi-finished products on the table. She really couldn't leave, so she asked the village chief to help deliver all the finished parts to the shop, so that she could not only sell them during the day
Bags, if you take the time, you can make more bags.
In the evening, the shop was about to close, and almost no one came out here at night, so she could have a good rest and count how much money she made.
Wow, she threw it on the table. She sold nearly 2 taels today. She got rich. Wow, let alone 2 taels, I sold her a hundred taels in one day. In three days a month, it was 3 taels.
Months, three months, if it's a year, she will become a rich man soon.
The banknotes were all her recent earnings. She smiled like a cat that had stolen something. She laid out the banknotes one by one, sewed them on her clothes, and patted them.
, valuable things should naturally be carried with her. If she loses them, who will she find to take them to?
She picked out the wicks of the candles on the table. Actually, it was not too late. If she made a few more bags, the goods in the shop must be sufficient. She made money. She was happy and very excited. As a result,
One night after making several bags in a row, I fell asleep.
The next day, she had to go to the shop with two black eyes. She wondered if her image would affect her business. She rubbed her eyes, which still felt sore. Hey, what were they? She rubbed them again.
After closing his eyes, trying to see clearly, the man quickly ran over.
I saw a woman in the river, with long hair hanging loose. She had walked to the middle of the river, and the lake water had already reached her waist.