I played as an assistant in ancient times

The neighbors who listened attentively figured out the price: twenty-five cents for four feet, and one could only buy a little more than three feet at the cloth shop.

Seeing several more ladies gathering together, Shen Xiaoye nodded gently to his aunt without making any expression.

Huang knew the opportunity and gritted her teeth with a little embarrassment and said, "Two sisters-in-law, come in and take a look."

Qu and Du knew that she had given in, and they hurriedly walked into the door in two steps. They immediately saw the young man Shen Changsui bowing to them beside the donkey cart.

Their eyes suddenly lit up. This young man was very handsome and could be shown to their sisters (nieces)!

The two of them picked two horses each very quickly. During this time, they asked Huang about Shen Changsui. He felt embarrassed to stay there, so he went out and let Shen Xiaoye come in.

Seeing that the two paid straightforwardly, Shen Xiaoye said, "On June 28th, we will display blue and red printed fabrics at the large flat ground at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. You two aunts are welcome to come and join us."

"Printed cloth?" Miss Qu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Colored print?"

"White print." Shen Xiaoye had already changed her skirt from yesterday, but she took out the wet cross-body cloth bag from the room and showed it to the two of them.

After the rain, the blue sky and the bamboo leaves are very eye-catching with their elegant and refreshing colors.

Mrs. Du first asked, "Did you dye your own hair?"

Shen Xiaoye nodded: "Yes, there are many flower shapes, but they are not dyed.

But the price is two copper coins lower than other places, only ten and a half copper coins per foot."

"Haha," Madam Qu covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed, "Half a fraction is hard to calculate, so we'll calculate it in whole numbers, such as nine coins per foot."

"That won't do. Auntie, you should know that the paints we use are all top quality. You will know when you see them.

It doesn't matter if we don't like them, just watch for fun." Shen Xiaoye took the cloth bags from them, but Madam Du held them tightly and said awkwardly: "How about I take one today, and then another one of this color on the 28th?

It doesn’t matter if there are no prints, I want to make new clothes for my husband and children.”

Shen Xiaoye was slightly startled. The little black cat at her feet was meowing around her. What a bad idea! Hahahaha...

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"Then I only want one piece. How about buying two pieces together with Sister Du?" Mrs. Qu felt that she was at a loss and returned one piece of cloth.

Huang glanced at Shen Xiaoye and almost laughed out loud when she saw her reluctantly returning half of the money to the two of them and sending them off with a smile.

However, the next moment, Huang found that she could actually laugh out loud, because the two men left contentedly with a piece of cloth each, attracting more neighbors to come in and buy cloth.

Everyone chose to buy in groups of two, two for five cents.

There were so many people that Shen Xiaoye didn't dare to promote the printed cloth, for fear that people would go back on their word.

It was half an hour later when they finished selling a batch of cloth and left the county town.

"Xiao Ye, you actually sold forty horses." Shen Changshou smiled with his eyes curved. He endured it until he was out of the city and across the bridge over the moat, and only spoke after he was able to run two cars side by side.

Huang corrected him, "Thirty-six pieces. I didn't expect white cloth to sell so quickly."

"Almost the same." Shen Changshou felt that it was much easier than selling printed cloth, so he suggested: "Why not keep a few pieces undyed and sell them."

“Brother, it’s hard to start a business selling white cloth in the countryside.

Some families in the county town have no land and no time to weave cloth themselves, just like the residents in this workshop who are busy making a living. I see several of them are engaged in business.

For example, braised meat shops and dim sum shops." Shen Changsui observed carefully. After he finished speaking, he found that Xiaoye was standing still. Looking in the direction she was looking, he saw a yamen runner waving a whip in the air and driving some people to carry soil on a fork in the road not far away.

Looking more closely, I saw a fat old woman inside, it was none other than Old Mrs. Hang.

But Qian Da was there and wanted to step forward to take her place, but he was always pushed back by the yamen runners' empty whips.

"Xiao Ye, let's go." He shouted twice.

Shen Xiaoye uttered a sigh and hurriedly followed, "Has the old Hang's verdict been announced?"

Huang nodded: "Yes, thanks to the Queen Mother, Qian Dadai took the flogging, and the three-year prison sentence was reduced to one year, but she had to do the labor service herself."

Hasn't the money banker been released yet?"

"She came out. The village head personally went to the county government office to pick her up. Fifth aunt was so happy that she notified everyone to come to her house for dinner.

She even sent a gift to our family, but my mother refused to accept it. Huang sighed, "The old lady didn't say anything about Qian Er's behavior."

"Qian Er can't even take care of his biological mother, and I don't know who his adopted son will live with in the future. It's better for Fifth Aunt not to adopt the son." Shen Changshou thought in his heart that it was better to have his own child.

For example, Xiaoye's name was under his name, but he always asked her to call him uncle and asked her to remember her parents.

They drove the heavy vehicle, stopping and starting along the way, and finally returned to the village two hours later.

A group of children followed behind the two cars to help push the carts. One of the clever ones asked, "Uncle Changsui, do you still need my mother to help you wash the clothes?"

"Yes." Shen Changsui gave an affirmative answer. The children immediately jumped for joy and some ran back home to report the news.

On this side, Mr. Shen heard that they had returned, and strode over to greet them. Seeing that the children were all safe and sound, he put his hands behind his back and went back home.

Shen Changshou fell into the air before he could even finish shouting "Dad".

No one was pretentious, and after lunch, Shen Xiaoye and Shen Cungeng were responsible for notifying people to bleach the cloth.

In just one afternoon, many pieces of cloth were hung by the river. For several days, the Shen family stopped going out to collect the cloth. Except for taking time to go to Lingshan Temple to buy a thousand kilograms of woad to soak in water, the rest of the time they devoted all their time to dyeing six or seven hundred pieces of cloth.

As a result, people did not go out, but someone delivered cloth to their door.

Qian Er and his wife Xiao Hang, who had not been seen for a long time, came over with thirty pieces of coarse cloth. Shen Xiaoye accepted them all, but wanted to check their cloth carefully.

Unexpectedly, Qian Er said, "We only dye and don't sell. Xiaoye, can you give me a discount?"

"Okay, I'll charge you four and a half copper coins for dyeing one foot for thirty pieces, but you can only dye ten pieces red, is that okay?" Shen Xiaoye would not stick to a price. She had already figured out that Uncle Qian was probably going to Fushan with his wife's family to receive the cloth.

Seeing that she had given in, Qian Er said, "Lower your head a little more, I want to dye more cloth in the future."

"No, the dye is too expensive." Shen Xiaoye flatly refused. The last time he gave Yue Ji such a big discount was a special case. He mainly made money from dyeing blue cloth. The sumac used to dye red cloth was too expensive, and the cost of one piece was almost one cent.

Fortunately, Yueji re-dyeing saves some materials.

Qian Er had something to say: "But a load of woad from Lingshan is only ten cents."

“You can’t make printed cloth with just one load of indigo.

Uncle Qian, look at how many processes it takes to make each piece of cloth. I have to pay everyone to wash and beat it.

If you think it's expensive, you can go to Caozhuang, west of the county, where there are people dyeing their hair." In short, she didn't want to be any cheaper.

Qian Er had no idea where Caozhuang was, so he agreed with great reluctance.

Of course, whether it is her own cloth or cloth given to her by others, Shen Xiaoye dyes it very seriously.

This time we also got some lotus leaves and lotus shells, striving to present fabrics in various colors.

On the afternoon of June 27th, after all the cloth had been dyed and sorted, my two uncles went to Tangjia Market in advance to reserve a stall.