I played as an assistant in ancient times

When Taoist Hengxi laughed and pointed a finger, Shen Changsui said directly: "Please give me some advice, Taoist."

"Master, is it one tael of silver or one penny?" Shen Xiaoye was anxious. It was too difficult to make money. It was not a big deal to get some color on his hands, which would fall off in two or three months at most.

Taoist Master Hengxi sighed and said, "I'm sure he will only want one or two ounces from you." After that, he rode away on his horse.

"No...I don't want...any more." Shen Xiaoye's words were blocked by Shen Cungeng. She pulled his hand down and said, "One or two taels, cousin, how many feet of cloth do you need to dye to earn it back?"

"Xiao Ye, the Taoist priest is just teasing you." Shen Changsui patted her head and said, "The Taoist priest also discussed with me the improvement of the ointment used in printing and dyeing flower shapes, as well as the secret method of printing colorful flower shapes. Do you want to learn it?"

"I want to!" The method of making colorful gray silk was lost in later generations, and she had never been exposed to the restoration techniques. Shen Xiaoye really didn't know how to do it, but of course she wanted to learn it.

When Shen Changsui nodded slightly, Mr. Pan waved to him and indicated that they should go back to Wubenzhai first. It turned out that the carriage had caused some congestion at the intersection during the short time it stopped.

Yue Jinxuan was very embarrassed to bow to the people and cars around him. It was because he took too long to greet them and blocked the gentleman's way.

As Mr. Pan and his party left, Shen Changsui bid farewell to his classmates and went to Jirentang with the two children. He didn't know what he said to his fifth aunt on the sickbed, but the old lady was shocked and sat up from her dying illness. She suddenly became energetic and obediently got on Qian Jin's ox cart back to the village.

Shen Xiaoye wanted to ask, but it was inconvenient to do so on the busy street. After they picked up Uncle Xin's son at the ferry, her uncle had to go to Wubenzhai, so she had no chance to ask.

Xinzhuang is at the southwestern end of Linghe County, twice as far away from the county seat as Jiuli Village. When they arrived, it was already past noon (a little after 11 a.m.).

My grandfather was very experienced and would buy food early when he passed by the market town here.

With more than thirty taels of silver he had just earned, Shen Xiaoye did not adopt the dyeing business for the villagers that he had previously discussed with his uncle. After all, the two villages were seventy or eighty miles apart in a straight line, and transportation was really difficult.

Led by Uncle Xin's wife and children, she visited weaving families, and with the supervision of her grandfather and uncle, she collected more than 30 rolls of fine cloth and more than 10 rolls of coarse cloth.

But no one was willing to buy the two rolls of red and green fine cloth and the cloth shoulder bags made of scraps of cloth that she brought. However, the three rolls of red, green and lotus-brown coarse cloth and the cheap fine cloth headbands were sold out.

Before leaving, Uncle Xin's wife took Shen Xiaoye's hand and said, "Girl, let's discuss something."

"Aunt, you say." Shen Xiaoye felt that the Xin family her uncle had found was very good and had good relationships with people in the village.

Uncle Xin's wife said, "I think the hair ornaments and cloth bags you brought are very nice. Can you keep them for me?

You also know that there is a ferry in our market town, and many people travel between the east and west banks. Sometimes your uncle Xin is here to transport goods, and he will take me to buy some small items. I think your head flowers and cloth bags can also be used."

Of course Shen Xiaoye agreed. She dyed the fabrics and found someone to do the work for her. Only by opening up the sales channels could she make a small profit but a large volume of sales. "I couldn't ask for more, Auntie. You can choose. When you sell out, ask Uncle Xin to give me the money, or I can give it to him the next time I come to collect the fabrics."

"This, this won't do, it's taking up your capital.

Have you paid for the four rolls of cloth I just woven?" Uncle Xin's wife really liked her stuff, and she even gave another roll of coarse cloth to Shen Xiaoye to dye, and paid half of the deposit.

Shen Xiaoye could tell from her tone that she wanted to get the goods at a lower price, so she smiled and said, "If Auntie wants to give, these silk flower core ones are sold at ten cents for three, and you can sell them for five cents each, and you can make back your investment with two.

Other fine fabrics are charged at four cents for five. You can sell one for two cents or two for three cents, it’s up to you.

As for the cloth bags, they are all carefully printed with flowers and embroidered with grass. I'll give it to you for fifteen cents each. Try selling it for twenty cents. If you really have some left, keep them and you can return them later."

"Okay, let's count them?" Uncle Xing's wife was a straightforward person. She also looked at the cloth bag carefully and thought that the cloth bags were probably sewn together and dyed uniformly.

It's not too big, at least two feet of cloth in total. There are orchids and bamboos printed on the light blue cloth. Even if a student carries it, it won't look bad. He can sell it near the private school in the market town.

Under Shen Xiaoye's strong persuasion, she did not take all of them, but first bought fifty fine cloth headbands, twelve silk flowers, and three cloth bags.

Everything went smoothly and they started their return journey in the afternoon. Shen Xiaoye stroked the little black cat, thinking that maybe taking it with him when he went out would really help him.

On the way home, Shen Cungeng asked her, "Are you afraid that others will buy more when you sell things?"

"She sold us four pieces of cloth, two coarse and two fine, for a total of six cents and six fen, and a piece of dyed cloth for two cents, so the total amount left to us was four cents and six fen.

Calculate how much more you have to pay after buying all the hair flowers, and how much will she have left?" The old man smiled and rubbed his grandson's head.

Shen Cungeng knew that Xiaoye brought more than a hundred hair ornaments, so he said, "If she keeps all of them, she will only have two coins left.

But she can earn it back by selling the things!"

"Meow!" The little black cat called out to him, indicating that he was so stupid!

Shen Cungeng scooped it up into his arms and said, "You see, now that you're far away from the river, you feel more energetic, right?

How dare you laugh at me?" He stroked the cat vigorously and clearly saw the little guy's contemptuous look.

Shen Xiaoye ignored the little black cat's look of seeking help, and scratched its ears, saying, "Let's talk about it in detail. The hair flowers are not food, so they won't be sold out all at once. They are only sold at the market to make a fuss.

I hope that our cloth and flowers will be sold out at the big market the day after tomorrow, and then my cousin and fourth uncle can go to school with peace of mind."

"That's right. There's always work to do at home, but we can't delay our studies." The old man flicked his whip, turned around and said to his son who was driving the donkey cart behind him, "Big brother, when you have time, go into the mountains and hunt some wild animals so that Geng can go and become your disciple."

"Yeah." Even though he doesn't like studying, Shen Changshou will support anyone in his family who is willing to study.

Shen Cungeng slumped down on the car floor. "Oh, it must be uncomfortable to live in the city on such a hot day."

"I don't think it's free! Grandpa, why don't you rent a yard near Lingxu Temple for my uncle and cousin? It would be better for them to stay in Wubenzhai instead of living there.

Now, we have money." Shen Xiaoye patted the deflated bag, which had cost him more than three thousand copper coins and five taels of silver to collect the cloth.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Rent!"

So when Shen Changsui saw his family coming to Wubenzhai to pick him up and was informed that his family would have a place to live in the county town, he was still confused and asked, "Has our family bought a house in the county town?"

"What are you thinking about? It's rented. Three main rooms and two side rooms, without a well, for three cents a month." The old man threw the whip to him and went to the back to get on his eldest son's donkey cart.

Shen Changsui couldn't help but ask the two younger ones: "What happened to the old man?"

"Oh..." Shen Xiaoye and Shen Cungeng looked at each other. It was obvious that their grandpa loved their fourth uncle very much, but he seemed awkward when he met him in person.

She brought up something else, "Fourth Uncle, we're going to the Tangjia Market the day after tomorrow. Do you want to bring a portable wooden board stall?"