Texue put the material down and said with a smile: "The girl said that these fabrics can't be kept for a long time, so I asked the slave to pick some out for the lady to watch and make two outfits for the second girl."
He added: "Spring is here, and there will be more and more banquets. Madam, please don't feel bad."
There are seven or eight pieces of material in total, some with playful colors, some with solemn colors, and some suitable for men.
Xiao Yun touched these materials, which were all popular spring shirt materials in Kyoto. She thought for a moment, as if she didn't include these things with her wedding.
Then he asked: "The eldest lady now runs two shops, and money is used everywhere. How can you spend so much money to buy so many materials at once?"
Song Qinghuan's Yipin Ju Tong Dian Cosmetic Shop has not yet opened, but it has a large number of staff. They develop new things every day, and the money is like running water. Even with Zhang Yunwei's support, it is still stretched.
Texue said: "Young lady said that you can't let go of the money you have. The eldest young master and the second young lady are both old and thin-skinned. It would be a joke if they were too shabby."
Ta Xue usually seems to be reticent, but when it comes to talking about it, it's hard for anyone to make a mistake.
Xiaoyun was coaxed until she put away the ingredients with a smile on her face, and then left.
Song Qinghuan was looking at the container containing rouge and gouache brought from the porcelain shop. He pointed at the bottom and said to Mr. Wu: "Let the porcelain shop make a mark on the bottom, something that is not obvious but can be recognized."
Mr. Wu took it and took a look, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.
It's easy to make a mark, but it's not easy to make it both obvious and identifiable.
He turned around and asked the young man standing behind him: "What do you think?"
That young man was the inkstone that Mr. Wu was holding in his hand. He was wearing a blue gown, his hair was tied up meticulously, and he stood there upright without even glancing at him.
Hearing this, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "What the girl means is that she is afraid that someone will cheat and pass off inferior goods as good ones, or to prevent someone from deliberately causing trouble."
"In that case, Yan Wen has an idea." He said calmly: "Each batch of porcelain boxes and porcelain vases can be marked with flowers. Each batch comes out different from the previous one, and if the shop sells
If you go, you have to register and make a register."
Yan Wen had a quick mind and a delicate mind, and Song Qinghuan could tell the difference after just one question. No wonder Mr. Wu had been lonely all his life, but he loved him alone when he was old.
Song Qinghuan nodded: "You are absolutely right."
Looking at Mr. Wu, who was full of joy, he said again: "I will leave this matter to you. In the middle of the month, our shop will produce a batch of snacks and rouge gouache as gifts in return, and the gifts will be from high-end families."
, how to do it, you might as well write down a method for me to see."
Song Qinghuan would not seriously leave such a big matter to Yan Wen, so it was just a test.
There was no surprise or joy on Yan Wen's face. He responded and stood upright behind Mr. Wu.
After the matter was settled and Xunmei sent Mr. Wu away and his classmate Wen Wen was sent away, Song Qinghuan leaned back tiredly.
Texue came in with freshly baked snacks. Seeing her like this, he stepped forward and squeezed her shoulders.
Then he added: "I think the girl doesn't seem to trust the child brought by Mr. Wu, but why are you willing to let him follow Mr. Wu?"
Song Qinghuan's mouth moved, and after thinking for a while, he said to her: "Liu Ping said that the child was not easy to get along with, and he didn't talk to ordinary people in the dianzhuang pavilion. He just kept busy doing things. I asked someone to find out his details, but he
Nothing was found, and he never told anyone where he came from, where his hometown is, or whether his parents are still alive."
Mr. Wu thought that he would be able to get over it with just a little panic, but Song Qinghuan knew everything as soon as he inquired about it.
To put it bluntly, this person just appeared out of thin air. He didn't know anything except his name. Even though he had great abilities, Song Qinghuan didn't dare to believe it easily.
"Mr. Wu takes a fancy to him, so it's considered a compliment. Since he likes him, he simply stays by his side. Watching him under his nose always makes people feel more at ease."
Song Qinghuan was talking so eloquently that Ta Xue laughed and said: "I see, maybe the girl is too obsessed. How capable can a teenage child be? Maybe it is because of a tragic change in the family that she fell into this situation."
So far."
"Maybe." Song Qinghuan couldn't talk to Ta Xue, so he simply stopped talking.
As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell asleep. She knew about Yu's visit to Qibei Houfu, and the purpose of her visit was also clear.
When Zhang Yunwei talked about brothers from her husband's family, she just brushed it off and didn't think it was feasible.
Firstly, because of her embarrassing status, ordinary people would not dare to marry her into the family; secondly, she did not really want to get married, and she always felt that there was no suitable one.
But the appearance of Xiao Wei a few days ago made her change her original idea.
Xiao Wei is considered a despicable person. It would be fine if what he said on that day was impulsive, but it is just a contingency.
She also inquired about the Wei family. The Wei family had several gentlemen who educated children, and they were quite famous in Lizhou.
In the early years, several children of the Wei family served in the court, but later, for unknown reasons, they all resigned and went home to teach.
Not everyone has such courage, so the Wei family still has some respect in Kyoto.
It is said that a pen in the hand of a scholar is worth a thousand troops.
If Xiao Wei wanted to sit in his father's position, he would naturally be a little wary of the Wei family and not dare to do anything random.
Therefore, the Wei family may not necessarily be a good match.
Song Qinghuan was thinking wildly, but he would have to meet the brother of the Wei family to know what to do.
Even if it is a good match, if the character is not good and the appearance is not good, no matter how good the wife is, she will not be willing to match him.
Lying comfortably on the soft bed, Song Qinghuan soon became confused. Half asleep, he only heard Xunmei saying that he was going to the south to look for his master, and Song Dashan, his first friend, had received a reply.
She opened her eyes sleepily, asked a question, and fell asleep again before hearing the rest.
When I get busy with something, I feel that the days are passing by so fast. At the beginning of the month, there are still some days until the middle of the month, but in the blink of an eye, only two or three days have passed.
Xiaoyun was quick and took several maids to prepare the clothes for the banquet.
He called Song Qinghuan to go over and try on some clothes. He still had two days to spare so that if he looked too big or too small, he could change them.
Song Qinghuan was extremely busy at first, but when he heard Xiao Yun's call, he put down what he was doing and went to try on some clothes. Texue stood by and reported what was going on in the shop.
It was said that Uncle Cheng'en's house was holding a flower party, but Song Qinghuan's place was not relaxed at all.
The snacks for the return gifts have already been picked out, and we are just waiting to buy the ingredients for a few chefs to start cooking early in the morning.
The makeup store picked out several rouges and lipsticks, and asked Niu Shun to change them several times. Now we are just waiting for the last step to box them up.
Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.
Song Qinghuan wanted to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing Ta Xue's reports one by one, but she didn't expect that something happened again in Zhuang Pavilion.
