After the divorce, the pregnant belly was discovered by the ex-husband

The customers who come here to buy things are all from the middle and lower classes.

Although the original owner's family was a low-class family, they would not buy things on this street. This street was where the common people and the wealthy traded.

The noble families all have their own shopping circles, and the goods there are not affordable for common people and wealthy families.

There are three types of currency in circulation in Yan State: gold coins, silver coins and paper money.

The upper class used gold and silver coins, and only the common people and the wealthy used paper money. Fang Qianxue glanced at the pitiful amount of paper money in her ring. She had to work harder. Even if she couldn't use gold coins for a while, she had to get the qualifications to use silver coins.

Therefore, the difference in class can be seen from the currency used. It is extremely difficult to jump from the common people to the noble class. Of course, there are such myths in Yan country.

It’s in the original owner’s memory.

Fang Qianxue looked around the entire shop.

The area is not small, about 300 square meters. Behind the counter is a first-class wooden display cabinet against the wall.

The display cabinet is divided into grids, and each grid contains different products.

This shop not only sells embroidery products, but also textile products. Two female customers are choosing fabrics.

Fang Qianxue approached the counter and looked carefully at the goods on the display cabinet. She was not interested in the finished embroidery products, and she did not plan to embroider anything to make a living in the future.

This job is time-consuming and eye-consuming, and you don't earn much money. The original owner only knew how to do this, so she could only make money from it, but she didn't need it.

Her eyes were attracted by the embroidery thread samples on the counter. The bamboo basket was filled with embroidery threads of different colors. It was not the color of the embroidery thread that attracted her, but the material. The embroidery threads she usually uses are smooth, but this one is a bit rough and has some fine hairs.

She picked up a handful of embroidery thread and looked at it carefully, stroking it back and forth with her fingers. She was not mistaken: the thread was actually wool.

The embroidery thread in my hand is bright red, the Chinese red of my previous life. This color would look great if it were knitted into a sweater.

Sweater? Fang Qianxue's eyes lit up, but although this thread was thicker than ordinary embroidery thread, it was still too thin. The four strands of thread combined were about the same thickness as fine wool thread.

Fang Qianxue immediately became very interested in this. There were no sweaters in Yan Country. It could only be said that there were no sweaters in the original owner's cognition, and it was unknown whether there were any outside her cognition. So what, she knew a lot of knitting patterns.

If they could produce sweaters of various colors, patterns and styles, Yan Country would be rich just by selling them. The more she thought about it, the more possible it was, but no matter how excited she was, she remained expressionless.

After reading it, he pretended to be casual and put it back into the basket.

After seeing off a few customers, the proprietress handed the rest to a few waiters and walked around the counter towards Fang Qianxue with a smile.

The lady boss's surname is Song, she is about fifty years old, slightly plump, with a round face. When she smiles, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, and she looks like a friendly person.

Oh! This little lady hasn't come for a while. Today she is dressed like an unmarried girl, and the colors are more exquisite. Every time this little lady comes, she is always amazed.

Tsk tsk, as a woman, her heart trembled when she saw this. She didn’t know what kind of man she was marrying.

"Qianxue! You're here. I was busy just now and neglected you." The proprietress was very polite.

As she got older, she liked to associate with young and pretty girls. This made her feel a few years younger.

"You're too polite, boss. I'm here to deliver some embroidery work." Fang Qianxue lifted the cloth bag in her hand.

"Sit down, sit down. Meizi, bring two cups of tea." The proprietress led Fang Qianxue to sit on a chair against the west wall. There was a set of wooden tables and chairs here. She also turned around and asked the people in the store to make tea.

She was so polite not because Fang Qianxue's cooking skills were so good. The original owner's cooking skills were just average. The boss lady was in this business and had seen all kinds of cooking skills.

She was so polite because of Fang Qianxue's pleasing face. She was obsessed with faces! And she was an experienced face control. Although she had seen countless people, there was only one person with such a face. One less look would be enough because she didn't come out often for her to appreciate!

The proprietress complained in her heart that she dared not waste her eyes at all, as she would feel at a disadvantage if she blinked.

She is so pretty. The more I look at her, the prettier she becomes. If only she hadn't married, she would have sons! More than one. If I marry this beauty, she will be able to look at her every day.

We can't bear to let her do anything, she just needs to be beautiful every day. Thinking of this, she hated Fang Qianxue's man. How poor must they be to let such a beautiful woman earn money by embroidering? How could they bear to let her do this? Is this man still wanted?

He doesn't care if someone cares about him!

"When you don't want your man anymore, tell me." The proprietress was a little obsessed with admiring Fang Qianxue's stunning beauty, and she accidentally blurted out what was in her heart.

Suddenly both of them were embarrassed for a moment.

"Boss Song, you really know how to joke. Hehe." Fang Qianxue broke the awkwardness.

The proprietress felt a little embarrassed. Why did she say what was in her heart?

"Well, the embroidery thread you just saw is new stock.

There is a girl who does embroidery and embroiders with wool thread, which is fluffy and pretty. But there is not much demand for this kind of thing." The proprietress took the tea handed over by Mei Zi and filled it up for Fang Qianxue.

Mei Zi is a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, and is a waitress hired by Boss Song in his shop.

"Thank you." Fang Qianxue took the tea and thanked Mei Zi. I have to say, I am a little thirsty after walking all the way.

"No, you're welcome." The beauty thanked her, and the little girl blushed with excitement. She was usually a smart person, but she stuttered nervously.

After looking at Fang Qianxue for a few times, he reluctantly left. Isn't it said that people are divided into groups? Boss Fang is obsessed with looks, and his subordinates also have this problem.

Fang Qianxue took a sip of tea and said to Boss Song, "This thread is quite interesting, and the color is beautiful, too. I wonder how much it costs?"

"Hey, the usage is low because the demand is low. I haven't sold many in more than half a month.

Those who accept embroidery work are unwilling to take this job. Even if it is shown, it will not sell well. I regret it now. Fortunately, the purchase amount is not much. "The proprietress leaned back in her chair and spread her hands.

"This price is not as expensive as the old embroidery thread. But it is useless if no one wants it even if it is cheap.

This thread costs one yuan a bunch, and each bunch weighs one tael. "

A handful of 10g of yarn is only one yuan, and a sweater of her size is about one kilogram. A kilogram of yarn is only yuan. This business can be done! But there must be a source of goods, and after production, there must be a sales channel.

Fang Qianxue looked towards Boss Song leisurely.

The proprietress felt a little nervous when she was looked at by her pair of black eyes. She had originally leaned back in her chair, but then she slowly sat up straight again.

"I want to buy this thread. How many do you have? Can you give me a better price if I order more?" Fang Qianxue said with a smile.

The proprietress was completely confused by the smiling beautiful face and nodded stupidly and unconsciously, "Yes."