The unlucky guy was reborn as a lucky girl from a farm

I don’t know if the third brother will spend a huge sum of money to buy this hairpin and shut himself up.

If he didn't give the money and just waved this thing in front of Yan Zi, their family would be in chaos.

It was you, my third brother, who first did something so immoral. Don't blame yourself when the time comes.

The second brother wiped the hairpin over and over again until all the mud and water on it were cleaned off, and then put it in his pocket.

Such an important thing cannot be lost, so he held the pocket with his hand all the way.

Sometimes he would open his pocket and take a look inside to make sure the things were still there. When he saw the hairpin, an ambiguous smile would appear on his face.

Can I make a fortune with this little thing? Just thinking about it makes me feel that good days are beckoning to me. If it really works, I will never farm again.

Working hard all day long, with backaches, the harvest is so little each year, and taxes still have to be paid. It is not easy to eat every day, and having enough to eat is a luxury.

Life is different when you have money. You can eat whatever you want, wear whatever you want, and there will be someone to serve you when you lie down at home.

Days like this should not be far away. As they say, fortunes change over time, so it must be me at last.

When the eldest brother arrived in the town, it was already dark and several shops were closed. He found the cloth shop based on his memory of its location.

I haven’t been to such a big fabric shop usually, because the fabrics sold there are more expensive. I just want to wear whatever I have, and I don’t care about how good-looking it is.

The eldest brother stood at the door and just took a glance, he was dazzled by the dazzling array of materials inside.

The waiter came over with the door panel and saw a customer at the door, he felt worried.

The shopkeeper just said that since it's raining today there aren't many people here, so the shop will close early and everyone can go home and rest. Why is there another one coming at such a late hour?

I took a few secret glances at him and saw that his clothes were covered with patches and had several holes that had not been mended yet.

He was dressed in rags and looked unkempt, with mud on his shoes and trouser legs, and you could smell a sour odor when you got close to him. It was obvious that he didn't look like a customer who could afford to buy anything in the store.

I thought about kicking this guy out. It would take time to entertain him and I would have to put on a smile, and he would definitely not buy anything in the end.

If that dirty shoe steps on the floor, you will have to mop the floor clean after he leaves. Why bother?

Go home early, it will be so nice to have a wife and children and a warm bed. I looked back and the shopkeeper should still be in the warehouse, but my ears can't stretch that far.

He put on a fake smile and said, "Sir, we are about to close. Please come back tomorrow."

The boss then realized that this was not going to do. He had to sell the things today. If he delayed paying off the debt, it would be disastrous.

With one hand stopping him from putting down the door panel, he was about to step into the store with one foot.

The waiter didn't have time to speak, and only uttered, "Hey~"

Reach out and stop the dirty shoes from stepping on the ground.

The eldest brother looked down and quickly retracted his outstretched foot, scraping the mud on the threshold while explaining.

"I walked here from Niujia Village. It had just rained heavily, and the road was muddy and difficult to walk on. My shoes got a little dirty."

"I'm a little late. Let me in. It won't take too long."

When the waiter heard that the man came from Niujia Village, he was stunned for a moment. He knew that place and it would take a long time to walk there.

You came all the way here in the rain, on such a difficult road, you must be here to buy something, otherwise why not come here on a nice day.

But he probably still can't afford the expensive stuff, so never mind, just let him in, whatever money he can make is good.

"Please come in, sir. What would you like to see?"

The eldest brother stamped his feet at the door, trying to make his shoes as clean as possible before entering.

A quick glance at the store's displays and various materials is truly jaw-dropping.

I walked a few steps forward and looked at some of the fabrics on the counter, but none of them looked as good as the ones I brought.

The waiter saw that the boss looked so inexperienced that he thought he should not delay his rest time. What if the material got dirty again? He reminded him, "Sir, do you want to choose the material?"

The boss came back to his senses, "Ah? Oh, I'm not here to buy materials."

When the waiter heard this, he was furious. Why did he come if he didn't want to buy material? He shouldn't have been so kind to let him in. His face immediately turned ugly and he almost kicked the man out.

The boss thought that what he brought was much better looking, and he instantly gained confidence, his eyes brightened, and he patted the bag on his body, "Do you accept fabrics here?"

The waiter was so angry that his eyes almost rolled up to the sky. How dare a country bumpkin come here to sell things? Didn't he know that the fabrics in the store are not ordinary materials?

If we sell the things he brought here, I don't know how much the price will drop. I guess those rich people won't come to our store to buy things anymore.

"We don't accept materials here, please go to other places."

The waiter picked up the door panel that had just been put down and prepared to close the door and send the guests away.

The boss was unwilling to leave. He had been delayed for a long time. Other shops should have been closed. It was raining heavily and there were few customers. Who wouldn't want to go home and rest early?

"Take a look first. The material I brought is very nice. I think it's better looking than most of what you have here."

The waiter thought the man was quite arrogant. All the items in the cloth shop were carefully selected by the owner. The colors, designs, patterns and quality were all top-notch and in excellent condition.

He is a country bumpkin who knows nothing, but he still says that the things he brought are beautiful. How can they compare to the things carefully selected by the shopkeeper? He must be bragging.

The shopkeeper was very picky, so he just sent the man away. "We really don't accept any, so please leave now, sir."

The boss ignored the waiter's urging and put the bag on the counter. The more anxious he became, the harder it was to untie it.

"Sir, we are closing."

The waiter had already installed most of the door panels, leaving a gap large enough for a person to pass sideways.

The boss was so anxious that sweat broke out on his head. He quickly wiped it with his sleeve for fear that the water would drip onto the material.

Holding a bag of material, he walked up to the waiter and said, "If you don't want it, I'll show it to you."

The waiter didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, "Sir, please take care~"

The boss refused to give up and handed the bag with a corner of the fabric exposed to the waiter.

The waiter gasped as he looked at those extremely beautiful pieces of material. This old-fashioned shop actually had such good stuff. He was not wrong. They were indeed better looking than those in the store, and the colors were much brighter.

When the boss saw that the other party was just like him and couldn't bear to look away, he knew that something was going to happen and deliberately used the bag to cover it.