The original owner often went to the town to sell handkerchiefs, and it was because he saw the prosperity of the town that he wanted to escape from the Shen family.
The fish soup in the basket was fragrant, and Jiang Miao's stomach growled with hunger. She took two or three bites of the two-faced pancake that Mrs. Zhang had given her before she left, and then suppressed her hunger.
She walked slowly, and when she arrived at the academy, there were already many people at the door.
There were people like her who came to deliver food, and there were also people who set up stalls. Jiang Miao looked at it for a while. Most of the stalls sold were steamed buns, cakes, noodles, etc. The appearance and taste were average, but the portions were generous.
The students in the academy are growing up at this time. Reading consumes both energy and energy, and the heavy weight makes them very hungry.
Jiang Miao stood stupidly under the sun. The midday sun was fierce. She used her hands to shade her and stood on tiptoe to look at the entrance of the academy.
Why hasn't Shen Yanqing come out yet?
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Miao was tapped on the shoulder, and she turned her head. The moment she saw the person coming, she felt that the scorching noon sun had dimmed.
Against the light, he has a tall and straight figure, handsome eyebrows and slender eyes, a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes, crow-feather-like eyelashes outline the upturned tail of the eyes, and the orchids and jade trees are like the breeze and the bright moon. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy has already begun to show his splendor. .
She knew that the male protagonist was good-looking, but she still couldn't bear the impact of seeing him in real life. The man was so close that Jiang Miao could smell the fragrance of bamboo on his body, and her already red face became even hotter.
She's such a damn pretty girl!
Jiang Miao took a step back, calmed her breathing, and handed the basket to him.
"I made fish soup to replenish my husband's health!" Jiang Miao smiled sweetly, and the pear dimples at the corners of her mouth seemed to be filled with honey.
Shen Yanqing pursed her thin lips tightly, took the basket with her slender fingers, and lowered her eyes, concealing a hint of disgust and discomfort.
"Eat quickly. The fish I caught myself has been stewed all morning. It's delicious." Jiang Miao swallowed as she thought of the white and thick fish soup. She hadn't eaten it yet.
Suspicion flashed across Shen Yanqing's eyes. It's not like he had never eaten the food she cooked. Although Wang and Xu were average cooks, they could at least cook the food cooked by Jiang Miao... It's okay not to mention it.
"Eat," Jiang Miao urged when he saw that he didn't move. She was still waiting for him to finish eating and go sell the handkerchiefs.
The white cloth on the basket was lifted, and the hot air rushed out with the aroma. The fish meat was snow-white and melted in your mouth. It was paired with sweet radish and tofu soaked in soup. You could take a sip of the soup and a bite of the pancake, and you would be satisfied with the feast.
The student next to him inhaled the aroma with a look of resentment on his face, wondering why the rice cooked by others was so fragrant, while the meat buns in his hand were all tasteless.
Normally, he could only eat seven-tenths of the food given by Mrs. Zhang, but this time he was a little full. Shen Yanqing's expression turned pale and he handed the bowl to Jiang Miao.
Jiang Miao looked at the empty bowl where all the soup had been drank, with a smile on her face.
"Sir, the fish I cook is delicious. From now on, I will cook whatever your husband wants to eat."
She was pretty, and her smile was like a delicate flower that bloomed in his heart.
Shen Yanqing's heart felt sour and numb, her thin lips pursed tighter, and her fingers pinched the cuffs of her sleeves uncomfortably.
"Um."
"Hey, my husband, please come in quickly. You have to pay attention to your health after studying hard!"
Jiang Miao carried the basket and left briskly, her clothes raised like a happy little butterfly.
Shen Yan's cold eyes were a little dazed. Are you so happy to be liked by him?
If Jiang Miao knew what he was thinking, she would definitely laugh out loud. The male protagonist has thick thighs, so she has to hug her tightly, do less and talk more, so that the male protagonist can remember her good qualities. When she gets rich in the future, she will also let her little The chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.
Jinxiu Pavilion is not big, but it is fully equipped with everything from handkerchiefs and brocade bags to large screens and ready-made clothes.
Jiang Miao looked around and saw that although the embroidery in the shop was complete, the embroidery skills were average and the styles were somewhat dull and craftsmanship.
But it's normal. Furong Town is a small place, and there are few good embroiderers. The original owner's embroidery skills are considered outstanding. Jiang Miao doesn't know who she learned from, it seems like she is born with it.
"Lady Ginger is here."
The shopkeeper of Jinxiu Pavilion, whose surname is Qin, is about thirty years old, with a fair face, a delicate smile, and a friendly appearance. Hearing that his husband's family was in the capital, he and Li returned to the town and opened this embroidery shop.
"I'm here to deliver the handkerchief," Jiang Miao took out the handkerchief from her arms and said with a smile.
"Hey, I couldn't be more assured of Madam Jiang's craftsmanship..." Shopkeeper Qin took it and his eyes lit up when he saw the embroidered pattern on it.
"Oh, this butterfly is so beautiful. It looks like a real butterfly. I can even smell the fragrance of the flowers!"
"I thought of some gadgets and embroidered them. What does the shopkeeper think?" Jiang Miao was not surprised by her reaction. She had studied art in her previous life and knew how to create the charm of flowers, birds, insects and fish.
"Good, really good!" Shopkeeper Qin couldn't put it down. Mrs. Jiang's craftsmanship was good before, but she lacked aura, and now her embroidery skills are lifelike and natural. She is even better than the embroidery ladies in the capital.
Moreover, she used to be arrogant, but now she looks at her with a smile, and Shopkeeper Qin feels closer to her.
"In the past, a handkerchief cost two cents a piece. I'll give you four cents for these. From now on, all embroidery will cost this price!"
Jiang Miao knew that there were two embroidery shops in Furong Town, and the prices offered by shopkeeper Qin were quite high.
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
"Thank you! There are ten items in total, forty coins are collected."
"Ms. Jiang, are you going to embroider ten handkerchiefs this time?" Shopkeeper Qin took out ten pieces of white cloth and handed them to her, and added some embroidery thread.
"I want to pull out more pieces of cloth this time. I want to embroider some sachets." The sachets cost ten cents each, and a skilled embroiderer can make two in a day and earn more money.
Shopkeeper Qin nodded, took another piece and handed it to her.
It is best to use silk and satin to embroider the sachet, but she is too poor to afford it now, so she can only use the cheapest white cotton.
Jiang Miao happily took it. After excluding the cost, she earned thirty cash for three days of embroidery. You must know that male laborers now only earn ten cash for a day's work. Although it looks like a lot, it is still far from making a fortune.
