Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

There is no distinction between men and women in this Min Dynasty luggage bag. At best, men don't have to embroider peony luggage bags, they use some embroidered gourd and bamboo luggage bags.

If you make a fine distinction here, Gu Chunzhu feels he can still make a fortune.

“Just a little poem or ink painting? What do you think of the creek?” She asked.

“Sounds elegant, then embroider it and sell it to me.” Between Liu Xi's hearts and minds, if there really are men's bags, she seems to be more sincere when sending herself hospitality.

Gu Chunzhu thought of the gray rabbit skin at home. “Xiaoxi, you can't wear a leather jacket made of rabbit skin. I also have several pieces of nitrous rabbit skin at home. ”

“How can you accept customers if you're dressed too much?” Lady Liu Xi shook her head and took pity on herself. "Our silver is easier to earn than ordinary people, and naturally it is unbearable to ordinary people. ”

“All right.” Gu Chunzhu sighed. She took the bag and walked away. She even walked in such a beautiful position.

“Boss, how do you sell your bags? ”

“Beautiful, did Sister Xi and Sister Nightingale just get into a fight? ”

“Boss, you pick me one that will fit my clothes. ”

A bunch of girls just saw Liu Xi and Nightingale didn't dare to come. After they all left, they shouted and stirred up the bags, but none of the girls were as big as Nightingale and Liu Xi. One baggage returned a dollar and a silver one.

It is the only one sold to Liu Xi. It is not sold to these girls. Gu Chunzhu wrote it down in his heart.

Soon more than a dozen bags were sold, and the girls dragged the bags away with joy.

“Chun Bamboo, this makes a lot of money.” Brother Wang stood beside Gu Chunzhu with the candy gourd support, staring at her, trying to say something.

“Wang, do you want to buy a luggage bag? I'm sure it's cheap to sell to you, and that's the straight line.” Gu Chunzhu said softly that they were also kind of neighbors to set up stalls.

Brother Wang pointed to the flower bag hanging in the least visible place.

“I was wondering if you could sell it to me cheaply, because Miss Nightingale returned it.” Brother Wang is a little embarrassed to say, which obviously means eating cheap.

But he couldn't afford any of the new luggage bags on Spring Bamboo.

“Take it. You don't have to pay.” Gu Chunzhu saw him scratch his cheek with embarrassment, "chuckled.“ As long as you don't dislike the fact that this is used by Miss Nightingale. ”

“How embarrassing it is not to give money.” Brother Wang took the flower bag and hesitated to give it back to Gu Chunzhu. One hand shivered nervously.

Gu Chunzhu answered: “I just threw this on the floor and I picked it up. Just assume that you found this bag. Anyway, I also sold the bag. ”

“Well... thank you.” Brother Wang was happy to say that he took four strands of ice sugar oranges from his support and wrapped them in Gu Chunzhu's hand. "His things, worthless, worthless. ”

Gu Chunzhu also took it. It was only half an hour ago, and no girl came out. They were all waving their paps in the building or waving their packages at the door.

At the reminder of Brother Wang, Gu Chunzhu only found out that there was only one hour of business here. Next, it was time for girls to pick up customers. Who else would come out to shop?

Brother Wang went to the school with his candy gourd support.

Gu Chunzhu went to Luo Xinlan's house and carefully discussed how to do the men's bags.

“Auntie, I can't embroider. It's my mother's turn.” Youngzi shook her head consciously, and she put down her bags for more than a year.

“The sister-in-law is free. No, the price of embroidery is high. I'll give you some more money.” Gu Chunzhu looked at Luo Xinlandao, and the bottom of his eyes flashed with light, which was just an experiment.

Luo Xinlan nodded, her embroidery was too delicate, her eyes were getting worse every day.

Making a luggage bag is actually easier, it only takes a few stitches to embroider, but she bites her mouth: “I can't read...”

“Uh, I know.” Gu Chunzhu just said that he wanted to swallow the words back.

What's the use of knowing her? She can't write it. Besides, she has to write it beautifully. She can't embroider it until it's depicted.

“Let's see, I'll go to the book shop.” Gu Chunzhu knocked on his head and thought of a good way. When he bought a thousand words before, he saw someone copy the book and give it back to the owner.

Maybe she can find a scholar to write for herself.

Gu Chunzhu said to leave and went to the bookshop. The young man in the long shirt was there. He looked happily at Gu Chunzhu, “Sister, what book are you buying today?” He was impressed by this literate sister.

“I want to find someone to write, a word is probably a dozen words, but if you want to write smaller, do you have a scribe here, the kind that writes beautifully?” Gu Chunzhu opened his eyes.

This afternoon, there was nobody in the bookshop, but I just met Brother Wang, his sugar oranges sold few strings.

“Write a dozen words and maybe nobody's going to take this job, I'll write it to you.” The little fella scratched his head when he thought about it, smoked a bit of fur and walked to the front of the case.

The ink was ready, and the little man raised the pen and asked, "What do you want me to write?" ”

“Just write ‘May man last a thousand miles of Chan Juan'.” Gu Chunzhu's brain is making money fast. Since it is Liu Xi's gift to the guests, that affection can only be better.

“Sister can read poetry.” The young man's ears are inevitably red, but thinking that it's a love poem, this big sister must give it to her heart.

Just as he was about to drop his pen, Gu Chunzhu shouted, "Wait, wait! ”

He took the bristle paper so big, how can he embroider it if he writes it big?

Gu Chunzhu pulled out a luggage bag from the back basket and placed it on the case, pointing to the luggage bag. “That's it. If you want to embroider it on the luggage bag, don't write it big. ”

“Eh, I haven't seen the embroidery on the bags.” Little fellow mutters, generally the most common thing a book looks for is a large piece like an embroidered screen, and the embroidered bag is fresh.

Little dude got a different pen, though.

A neat line of fly heads leapt on the paper.

“Sister, you can't do this.” The little guy blew out the ink, but it was inevitably free paper, so big a piece of paper took up a small corner.

“Yes! Yes! Cheng!” Gu Chunzhulian said three words, thinking of adding another Xiangyun or something beside this poem is even better.

“I didn't expect you to write so well. Write me a few more sentences. Write a piece of paper and I'll give you five pennies!” Gu Chunzhu said in a delightful manner.

“But the master...” The little fellow looked hesitantly inside.

The master cabinet was lying there sleeping, Gu Chunzhu comforted him: “Just write first, I'll buy you a dozen more wool paper for your business. ”