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Chapter 517 Sleeves (11)

[You ask me, who do I ask? 】

The always arrogant (death?) system lost its second chance to explain.

"Ah!"

Mo An'an didn't care either, she didn't have to go this way, it seemed that she still had to go to the city, visit shopkeeper Liu, and thank him for saving her father's life!
On the second day, Mo Anan did not go up the mountain to wait for the silver, but went to Fucheng with the five taels of silver that he took from Ye Ligui yesterday.

Seeing Mo An'an, shopkeeper Liu immediately came out of the counter, "It's my nephew! Hurry up, hurry up, go get some snacks." The last sentence was addressed to the boy.

Mo An made a salute, "Yes, my nephew dare not forget Uncle Liu's life-saving grace. I only came today, but it's too late!"

"Don't say this, don't say this..."

Shopkeeper Liu was very enthusiastic and waved his hands, "Let's go to the back hall to talk!"

The two sat down, and the young man served the refreshments, then withdrew. Shopkeeper Liu pointed at the cakes and said with a smile, "Nephew, try it first."

"Thank you, Uncle Liu." Mo An'an picked up a piece of shortbread, and ate it neither too fast nor too slowly, with a faint sense of dignity, not at all like a child of an ignorant peasant family.

Shopkeeper Liu shook his head, how is it possible?
"How about this pastry?"

Seeing shopkeeper Liu repeatedly mentioning pastries, Mo An made some guesses, "The taste is crispy, sweet and soft, and there is a fragrance of nuts. What's more rare is that it is sweet but not greasy."

Shopkeeper Liu clapped his hands and said, "This pastry is new from Dongshunji's dim sum shop."

Mo Anan said "Oh?"

He thought to himself, shopkeeper Liu is in charge of Bu Yi, so the dim sum shop has nothing to do with him, right?Why is it so admired?Complimenting, "I never thought that Dongshunji would have such a brilliant dim sum chef!"

"This dim sum chef was just hired, and he used to serve the nobles in the palace." Shopkeeper Liu said with You Rongyan.

Mo An'an's eyes flashed, it seemed that she still underestimated Dongshunji's background, she thought it was just a big merchant in this mansion, did she have anything to do with the palace?
But these are not what she can ask now, and she turned to say, "My father escaped the catastrophe thanks to Uncle Liu's help before." Seeing shopkeeper Liu's expression of not caring, Mo Anan smiled and said, "Uncle, do you have paper here?" Pen?"

She also has no choice, there is only toilet paper at home, and she used it once last time, and it is really not handy.

Shopkeeper Liu's eyes lit up, and he called the boy to pick it up loudly, and then said, "Could it be that my nephew has a new drawing? The last time my nephew's clothing picture is really amazing. As soon as I hung it up, someone asked me for details." , has made several transactions..."

This nobleman is not talking about the nobleman in the palace, but the wife of the official family. In this era, it is usually only the wealthy families who buy ready-made clothes.

Poor people buy cloth and make it themselves, but the really rich people generally don't buy ready-made clothes.Therefore, even if shopkeeper Liu thought that Mo An'an's ready-to-wear designs were novel, that's all.

The reason why he agreed to Mo An'an's request was that when he first met, Mo An'an's demeanor was not like that of a child from a poor family. He only thought that he was a scholar from a poor family, so he wanted to make a good relationship.And because of refusing money, the act of saving the father belongs to filial piety.

Mo Anan shook his head and smiled, "It's to disappoint Uncle Liu, it's not a picture of a ready-made garment."

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were delivered soon, and what she was going to write this time was a printing and dyeing recipe.

The popular fabrics of this era have a relatively single color.Of course, that would not be the case for the fabric that can move hundreds of taels, but weaving and dyeing is very labor-intensive, and the cost cannot be reduced at all.

(End of this chapter)