After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Although Su Yunyan knew that this lotus cushion would be very popular, she didn't expect it to be so popular!

Affordably priced wool socks, gloves, and more sold out quickly.

Seeing that the Yunzhou Office in Kyoto was surrounded by people, Su Yunyan was sweating anxiously: "How about I go to Yunzhou again!"

Song Zhizhou looked through the account book and advised, "Don't worry, this is all within Godmother's expectations. Once the wool workshop in Rouxuan Town starts production, a large number of wool products will be produced soon. It will save us more time to send them directly from Yunzhou than to make a trip."

Su Yunyan was a person who listened to advice, and seeing that what Ninth Brother said made sense, she suppressed her anxiety and waited patiently.

Fortunately, Song Zhizhou's guess was reliable.

By the beginning of November, the Yunzhou caravan led by Old Man Geng arrived in Kyoto on a snowy morning.

"Hey, isn't this Master Geng? Why are you back?"

"Huh? What's that behind you? Is it a woolen cushion?!"

wool?!

In recent days, the people of Kyoto have become particularly sensitive to two words. When they heard this word, whether they were street vendors or early morning pedestrians, they all looked at Old Man Geng.

Old man Geng had no idea how popular wool products were in Kyoto.

To be honest, when the governor gave him the task of traveling for business, Old Man Geng was scared.

But the governor said that he was only responsible for delivering the goods safely to Kyoto and didn't need to worry about anything else. Only then did Old Man Geng bite the bullet and set off!

Before leaving, my wife repeatedly told me to help the governor sell the wool mats! How many families in the border town depend on spinning wool to make a living!

Thinking of those starving little kids, Old Man Geng cleared his throat, his face flushed, and shouted, "Wool cushions from Yunzhou, the color is..."

Old man Geng hadn't even finished memorizing the sales pitch that he had asked Niu Jinyi to write when he was instantly squeezed out by the swarm of people!

"I want the small lotus one! This is one thousand coins!"

"Socks! I want another sock! I only got one last time!"

It makes me cry when I talk about it, because I only got one. Recently, when I went out to attend banquets, I didn't dare to sit cross-legged. I only dared to show one foot wearing woolen socks!

"Hurry up, or everyone will get the message and there will be more people."

Those who were impatient threw their money bags into Old Man Geng's arms and lifted the tarpaulin themselves.

Wow!

There was a burst of praise at the scene!

In addition to the lotus cushion, there are also new images of the God of Wealth and cornucopia patterns.

"Vulgar! How vulgar! This is supposed to be an elegant thing, but it has to be tainted with the smell of money!"

The literati said so, but their hands did not listen to them. Between the lotus cushion and the treasure bowl, they decisively chose the treasure bowl!

"Oh my, the cornucopia is great! I love sitting on it!" The women were more straightforward and fully expressed their love for the cornucopia through their actions!

Old man Geng had never seen such a frenzy of buying. He just lay on the goods and shouted, "Not for sale! Send it to the office!"

But everyone ignored his words, grabbed their things, and threw the money into the carriage very consciously.

By the time Prefect Song received the news and brought people over, most of the goods had been sold, and the largest amount left was actually the best-selling lotus cushion.

Old man Geng looked miserable, as if he had been ravaged. He swayed in the cold wind and muttered to himself, "I knew that the people in Kyoto were rich, but I didn't expect them to be so rich. The factory price of wool socks was less than 20 or 30 wen, but they were sold for 200 wen, and people are still trying to buy them!"

Wool is not heavy, and labor in Yunzhou is very cheap, so whether it is spinning wool or knitting socks, the cost is quite low.

Is this business so easy to do?

Prefect Song invited Old Man Geng to go back to the Song Mansion to rest. "My godmother sent the lotus cushion to the palace, and it was loved by the nobles in the palace. This is what led to the trend in Kyoto. If it were someone else, they wouldn't be able to sell it at this price."

Old man Geng couldn't tell how he felt. Here, a nobleman gave him a lotus cushion worth thousands of coins, while over in Yunzhou, his hands were red and swollen from spinning wool just to earn a few coins a day.

"Alas, after staying in Yunzhou for too long, I can't adapt to the life in Kyoto." Old man Geng smiled bitterly.

As soon as the group arrived at the Song Mansion, they saw a gorgeous carriage parked in front of the door. Mrs. Song was holding Little Song and standing at the door with a helpless look on her face.

When Mrs. Song saw her husband coming back, her eyes lit up immediately and she looked to Prefect Song for help: "My husband, this steward said he is from the Song family in Xiangzhou and is the chief steward of the master's family."

Song Zhizhou glanced at the man in brocade robe standing next to the magnificent carriage, and his eyes suddenly turned gloomy.

"If you don't know me, don't block my door."

The man in brocade turned around and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Young Master, Madam said that you have not returned home in these years and have not been filial to your parents. But how can parents blame their children for their mistakes? As long as you go home, kowtow and admit your mistakes, Madam will persuade the master to allow you to enter the mansion."

Prefect Song walked around the man in brocade clothes and came to Madam Song. He picked up the giggling baby in one hand and held Madam Song's hand with the other.

Song Zhizhou mocked, "If you are poor in a busy city, no one will care about you. If you are rich in a remote mountain area, you will have distant relatives. When I was only a few years old, you drove me out of the mansion. Now that I have a family and a business, you think of me?"

Song Zhizhou could hardly suppress his anger: "That venomous woman is just trying to take over my wool business. Let me put it this way, the business belongs to my godmother, no one can take it away!"

The man in brocade clothes raised the corners of his stiff mouth, as if smiling: "Your godmother's surname is Gu, but your surname is Song. Don't confuse inside with outside!"

Song Zhizhou: "If my godmother is willing, I can also take her last name Gu."

The man in brocade clothes didn't care. He just stretched out his hand to flick the non-existent dust off his robe and said threateningly, "Xiangzhou is the only way from Yunzhou to Kyoto. Although the Song family is not the governor of Xiangzhou, they can still have a say in some aspects."

The man in brocade clothes raised his head and looked directly at Song Zhizhou with a hint of shock: "Merchants value harmony and wealth the most. I think you know how to balance the pros and cons."

After saying this, the man in brocade clothes got on the carriage and said, "I will wait in Kyoto for three days. I hope you will think carefully."

After the man in brocade clothes left, Song Zhizhou put away his angry expression, a hint of amusement appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he noticed his wife's worried expression and immediately comforted her.

"Don't worry about them. Even if they don't come, I will go find them. If I go to Xiangzhou in the future, you and your son will stay in Kyoto. If you encounter any trouble, go to your eldest brother or other sworn brothers."

"I will go with you!"

Song Zhizhou smiled and touched his wife's head, saying in a cold tone: "The child is still young, it is not suitable for him to see blood."