The happy little days of the Ye family

Father Ye is also an old fox. He is very aware of Butler Yang's character. He just wants him to sell it cheaper so that he can make more of the difference.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish. Ye's father also wants to catch up with Yang Yuanwai, a big customer, so he deliberately gives some benefits to Butler Yang.

Father Ye picked up a small abacus and fiddled with it.

"Steward Yang, a jar of honey is 48 cents. The total of 28 jars is 1344 cents. We are all old acquaintances. After erasing the change, the total is 1 tael and 3 cents."

Butler Yang was barely satisfied with Father Ye's small change, and said lukewarmly:

"Okay, let's make an agreement. You can send the honey to Yang's house the day after tomorrow."

Then Butler Yang took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, no more, no less, exactly 3 yuan. "This is the deposit."

"Okay! Thank you, Butler Yang."

Father Ye saw that Butler Yang was not satisfied, so he quickly gave Butler Yang 4 pieces of the brown sugar cake that Wang Chunyu had just developed.

"Steward Yang, please try the brown sugar cake that our family has just developed."

After taking the cake, Butler Yang showed a smile on his face.

Just after Butler Yang left, two more elegantly dressed, young and beautiful women came to the stall.

The young woman with a round face fell in love with the silk flowers made by Grandma Ye, and quickly selected a pair of majestic peony silk flowers, which matched her own temperament very well.

There was another woman who was a few years older, with a delicate oval face, and judging from her clothing, she should be richer.

The oval-faced woman was quite interested in the embroidery on the stall.

There were not many people on the street at this time, so Father Ye moved the wooden shelves where the embroidery was placed so that the other party could take a closer look.

The newly collected embroideries yesterday were all of different embroidery patterns, including the picture of Guanyin delivering her children, the picture of hundreds of flowers, the picture of the Eight Immortals celebrating their birthdays, and the picture of the fish leaping over the dragon gate.

The woman is rather picky, and after looking at all the small embroidery pictures one by one, she was not satisfied.

Then Father Ye took out the big picture made by Mother Ye and Mrs. Li.

The picture of winter plum blossoms embroidered by Ye Mu is fresh and elegant, and the picture of peonies embroidered by Li Shi is graceful and luxurious. Both pictures are good.

The woman looked at the two embroidered pictures for a long time, and finally picked up the picture of winter plum blossoms made by Ye Mu.

"Boss, how much does this plum blossom picture cost?"

"This young lady has really good taste. This is the best embroidery picture on the stall. It was collected from a famous embroidery lady in the county. But the price is more expensive than the small picture, costing 58 taels of silver."

The woman frowned, 58 taels of silver was not a small sum in the town, and the house she entered was just over 100 taels. These 58 taels could buy half a house or a shop.

She really liked this embroidery picture, but she was reluctant to part with the 58 taels of silver. After looking at it twice, she silently handed the embroidery picture back to Father Ye.

"How much does the peony painting cost?" the beautiful young woman asked again.

"This peony picture uses a lot of gold thread, but the embroidery skills are a little worse than the previous one, and the price is more affordable, only 53 taels of silver."

"Is this called a benefit?" The woman couldn't help complaining to her friend next to her.

The prices of the two embroidered pictures were about the same, and the woman still liked the plum blossom picture more, but at the price of 58 taels, the woman finally shook her head.

The price was indeed expensive, and Father Ye did not expect to sell it so quickly, so he carefully put away the two large pictures and kept them to sell slowly.

The other women looked down on the cheap little pictures, and finally asked for a gold silk handkerchief that Ye Qingqing had embroidered before.

Father Ye did not expect to be able to sell a gold silk handkerchief in the end, and said happily:

"This is the last gold silk handkerchief in this stall, and the price is not expensive, only 170 Wen."

Compared to the 58 taels of embroidered pictures, these 170 pieces were simply child's play. The woman didn't bargain and just took out her purse.

Seeing a newly launched pastry on the stall, I casually asked, "What kind of pastry is this?"

"This is a brown sugar steamed cake that my daughter-in-law has just developed. This cake is very soft and has enough brown sugar, making it very sweet."

"Bring me two bucks."

"Well, the brown sugar cake is 5 cents a piece, and the gold handkerchief and pastries are 180 cents in total."

Father Ye quickly packed the cakes in a paper bag, "This is my lady's cake, please take it."

As soon as Father Ye collected the money, another round-faced woman waved the peony-shaped silk flower in her hand.

"Boss, how much did these two flowers cost me?"

"The silk flowers are all 22 cents each, and the total for a pair is 44 cents."

"Okay, I want this pair of peonies, plus two pieces of red date cake and this new brown sugar cake."

"Well, the total of 4 pieces of pastry is 22 yuan, and the total is 66 yuan."

The woman took the cake, and the two held hands and were about to leave.

Father Ye took a look at some pieces of ready-made clothes that he had just collected yesterday, and quickly took out two pieces to show them to the two of them.

"You two ladies, this is a ready-made garment made by an old tailor. Do you want to take a look at it?"

The two women were wearing fine fine cotton and the tailoring was very nice. They only glanced at the clothes in Father Ye's hands and left in disgust.

After the two left, Father Ye patted his head, "I'm really confused. These two people look like they are rich. How can they care about clothes made of this kind of fine linen fabric?"

Just as Father Ye was about to fold the clothes in his hands, a young girl passing by stopped.

"Uncle, can you show me the dress on the left?" The little girl was quite polite.

"Okay, okay, just take a look." Father Ye enthusiastically handed over the two pieces of clothing in his hand.

The little girl happily took the clothes and turned them around. Father Ye on the side also secretly looked at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl looked quite young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing clothes made of fine linen. Although it had turned white after washing, there were no patches on her body.

She looked a bit like a servant in her dress, so she was probably a maid from a nearby family.

"Uncle, how much does this green dress cost?" The little girl was holding the dress that he saw at first sight.

"90 coins, the same goes for the other items, all 90 coins in one piece."

As he spoke, Father Ye took out all the other clothes and placed them at the front of the stall.

These clothes, Father Ye's, cost 70 cents each and were collected from the tailor's wife.

Ye's father asked for 90 Wen, and estimated that it would be sold for around 85 Wen. In this way, one piece of clothing could earn 15 Wen.

The little girl looked at the clothes in her hands, pursed her lips, and finally put them down.

"90 yuan can buy the fabric for two clothes." The little girl muttered and turned around.

Father Ye saw that the little girl really liked this dress, so he quickly called the little girl back who had already walked two steps away.

"Little girl, if you really want to buy it, I'll give you 86 yuan for this dress."

The little girl looked determined to leave, but after hearing that Father Ye took the initiative to lower the price, she quickly came back.

"The fabric of this dress is average and the workmanship is barely good. It is worth at most 80 Wen. For 80 Wen, uncle, if you are willing, I will buy it."

Father Ye started selling badly, "86 yuan is the lowest price. 80 yuan is really not good. If I really sell it for 80 yuan, I will lose money."

"Uncle, don't try to defraud me of money just because I'm young. This fabric is worth 86 cash, at most 80 cash."

Father Ye made a mistake. The little girl looked at Wenwen as weak, but very sharp-tongued and a master at bargaining.

The two bargained for a long time, and Father Ye's lips went dry. Finally, the green dress was sold for 82 yuan.