After delivering the uncle to the gate of Mi Mansion, the carriage drove non-stop towards another street.
As the carriage stopped at the door of a shop, Mi Xiayao was helped out of the carriage by Song Qiao.
This shop is exactly the same pitiful shop that Song Qiao mentioned yesterday that was almost in ruins.
The shopkeeper in the shop heard the commotion and ran out in a hurry. When he saw the familiar person, he looked panicked and said quickly: "Girl, is there anything you need to prepare?"
Mi Xiayao looked around the shop.
This shop was originally a fabric shop. Later, due to poor management and excessive hoarding of fabrics, the shopkeeper turned the remaining fabrics into ready-made clothes for sale without authorization.
Ready-made garments were not popular in Daqi, so naturally this shop gradually began to decline.
It was the same common problem as the clothing stores Mi Xiayao saw in Jinzhou City. There were only a few clothes on the shelves. If you hadn't walked in deliberately, you wouldn't have known what was being sold here.
The location of Baixia's shop is the most conspicuous location on the street.
She ordered a few pieces of ready-made clothes and took them out to look at, even though these clothes were the best ones the shopkeeper had brought out.
But just by the touch of her hands, Mi Xiayao felt that these ready-made clothes could not keep out the cold in such a cold winter.
Not to mention, in the colorful world of Beijing, simple ready-made clothes like this have no competitiveness at all.
"These clothes are too thin and cannot be sold in the cold winter. The long-sleeved clothes are too hot in summer. It takes so long to keep the inventory in stock and cannot be sold. Don't you want to think about the reason?"
Mi Xiayao frowned and looked at the clothes on the shelves, but couldn't help but chatter to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper knew that he was in the wrong, and originally wanted to just accept it, but after hearing the last words, he had to take responsibility.
He immediately retorted: "These ready-made clothes were not my idea originally, it was Master Mi who said it... He said that instead of rotting in the warehouse, these fabrics should be made into ready-made clothes. We don't dare to offend Mr. Mi, so we will give them to you."
It was my wish to transform these fabrics into ready-made clothes and hang them up."
The shopkeeper's explanation was undoubtedly a pale explanation to Mi Xiayao's ears.
She looked at the shopkeeper with cold eyes.
She obviously looks like a young girl in her early twenties, but she has an unmistakable majestic air about her.
The shopkeeper's voice became softer and softer, "After the tailoring was finished, Mr. Mi took away several pieces..."
When Mi Xiayao heard this, she laughed angrily, "Second uncle took him away and didn't record it in the account?"
"How dare you..." The shopkeeper shrank his head.
Mi Xiayao's expression changed slightly, "How dare you? The shop lost so much good fabric and the remaining ready-made clothes because of him, and he just took away a few pieces of the remaining inventory and left it alone?! You are also a business person, this makes sense
Don’t you understand?”
She threw the ready-made clothes in her hand back on the shelf. The shopkeeper didn't even dare to raise his head for a moment.
The angry atmosphere reached a freezing point, no one spoke, and the atmosphere just stayed here.
The feeling of suffocation lingered on the top of the shopkeeper's head, as his mind was rapidly thinking about how to please this girl who was difficult to talk to.
Mi Xiayao turned to Song Qiao and warned: "Go through the process. There is nothing left in this shop. Remove the plaque hanging outside."
The shop is obviously rotten to the core, and nothing can be done about it even if it is rectified.
When the shopkeeper heard this, he looked at the girl in front of him with a worried expression.
"I've been thinking of you running the shop for a while. It's hard work without any credit, so I won't treat you badly."
Mi Xiayao patted the other party's shoulder, and then told Song Qiao next to her: "Go and buy some bark, leather paper, etc., stuff them into your clothes, thicken these long-sleeved clothes, and make a batch of thicker ones.
The clothes are piled up."
When the shopkeeper heard that he had lost his job, he immediately sat on the floor of the store with a gray face. Song Qiao moved quickly, walked directly to the back of the store, found the warehouse, and started taking inventory.
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The snow in the cold winter was getting heavier and heavier. While Mi Xiayao was renovating her shop during this period, she also took the opportunity to sell her dowry, convert it into silver, and then send it to the prison to be processed.
She tried to visit her grandfather inside the prison, but the prison warden inside was difficult to approach, let alone give him money.
But after being in the capital for so many days, I still couldn't find a breakthrough.
As a last resort, Mi Xiayao returned to her home in Mi Mansion, wanting to discuss with her uncles to see if there were any other countermeasures.
Just as she stepped into the courtyard of the Mi Mansion, she saw many servants running around with Pan Guan in their arms, and the scene was chaotic for a while.
Seeing such a scene inside the Mi family, Mi Xiayao was stunned for a moment, and quickly deduced in her mind what was expected to happen.
In the previous life, it was precisely because after grandpa was imprisoned that the Mi family lost its backbone, and they encountered people like the Li family everywhere who laughed at their embarrassment.
Gradually, the Mi family scattered like a plate of loose sand, and it quickly dispersed after blowing.
After estimating the time, around this juncture, the Mi family separation should be imminent.
She walked quickly to the main hall, and sure enough, she saw the uncles, each holding a piece of paper with black and white letters indicating different divisions of property.
"I have paid the most for this family! The unfairness of public accounts is not all settled by me. Now that the family is divided, I should get more!"
Mr. Mi shouted loudly. It was obvious that he had had a quarrel. He blushed and started to fight for his own privileges.
The uncle sat in the middle, looking at the quarreling of these siblings with a tired expression on his face.
Mi Laosi took the second master Mi and said to the uncle: "Please advise the second brother! Dad definitely doesn't want our family to break up like this."
The scene was chaotic for a while. When Mi Xiayao stepped into the house, Master Mi was about to start a quarrel with the fourth man who was trying to break up the fight.
"Why are you arguing? You don't feel embarrassed in front of juniors!"
When the uncle looked up tiredly, he saw Mi Xiayao coming towards him and immediately scolded him.
The eldest brother's authority was still there, so the two uncles who were fighting with each other stopped.
But when Mr. Mi saw that the person who came was Mi Xiayao, his expression still didn't improve. He even said sadly, "The third family is most in need of money. If I let this daughter come over at this time, isn't it because I want to borrow her money?"
Just watch our jokes."
"That's enough, dick!" The uncle heard this and scolded him again.
Mi Xiayao glanced at her second uncle.
The few desperate shops her family left in the capital could survive to what they are today, all of which were inseparable from Uncle Mi's actions.
Now he started to target her in turn, without any sign of being short-handed.
Having such a white-eyed wolf-like uncle, Mi Xiayao was accustomed to passing by him.
Now is not the time to deal with this second uncle.