The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 111, Grain

  Shen Yijia still wanted to refuse, but Song Jingchen's words sounded inexplicably in her mind, and finally she reluctantly agreed.

   In the end, it was negotiated that Fumanlou only took 15% of the silver money that was sold, and the money was settled once a month.

   The three of them had just left when the box on the second floor of the Fuman Building, which had only one slit open, suddenly opened.

   "Do you know them?" The young man, dressed in brocade clothes and holding a folding fan in winter, asked the middle-aged man dressed as a steward.

The man leaned over and looked at it for a long time, until the carriage disappeared from sight before he replied respectfully: "There is a boy in there who has something on his body that the master wanted, and suddenly disappeared a while ago. I thought it was leaving our Qingping Town, but I didn't expect it. met here."

Brother    was not interested in the person the steward said, licked his lips and asked, "Do you know that little lady?"

   The man frowned and thought, only to think that the little lady was indeed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, so he could only shake his head.

   Young Master looked disappointed, knocked on the folding fan and instructed: "Go check..."

   After saying that, a look of impending doom appeared on his face.

   Compared with Song Jingchen's ornaments, Lin Shao's spices are much more popular. In the past, many incense powder shops wanted to cooperate with the Lin family and were rejected by Lin's father. Now that Feng Laoliu is dead, there is no taboo, and naturally there are shops willing to accept it.

   Holding a silver ingot of 10 taels, Lin Shao rarely showed joy, and handed it to Shen Yijia: "Sister-in-law, this is for you."

  Shen Yijia glanced at him and accepted it without saying anything. But in my heart, I thought of saving it for him to marry a daughter-in-law in the future.

   After listening to the widow Wang talking about the iron eggs, the money for marrying a daughter-in-law has not yet been deposited, so Shen Yijia thought that a lot of money would be required to marry a wife here.

  It's a pity that when Song Jingchen married the original owner, she hadn't come through, and the betrothal gifts were all deducted by the Shen family, otherwise she would definitely **** it back, and she didn't expect this when she was in the capital.

   Came to the rice shop. At this time, there were still many people who took out some of the food at home after the autumn harvest in exchange for money to buy winter clothes.

   Shen Yijia bought a hundred taels of rice noodles as soon as she entered, and the eyes of the people around her changed instantly.

   There are not many rich fools at this time.

  Tie Dan held his forehead, boss, you should keep a low profile.

   The shopkeeper of the rice shop saw the big client coming, so he hurriedly greeted him. Because Shen Yijia bought a lot, the shopkeeper asked for two cents less per catty.

   One hundred taels of rice and flour. It’s a lot, but fortunately, the rice shop can send someone to deliver it.

  Iron Dan bought whole grains. Shen Yijia added 5 taels to make up 10 taels for him, and brought him back directly in a carriage.

   When she helped Tie Dan put away the things and returned home, the rice shop also brought the food. The three scooters were fully installed, and the villagers saw what kind of thoughts they had in their hearts, not to mention for the time being.

  Shen Yijia was bringing the rice shop clerk to the cellar.

   "Sister Li, why did your family buy so much food?" Aunt Tian asked.

   Mr. Li immersed himself in needlework and said with a smile, "Stay at home to eat for the winter, and Sister Tian's house can also stock up more."

  Aunt Tian smiled embarrassedly and didn't speak. She glanced at the bags of grain and calculated the silver she might need, feeling envy in her heart.

   Her family just sold a lot of grain a while ago, how could she be stupid enough to buy it back.

  The charcoal fire in the house was warm, and An Xiuer listened to the conversation between her mother and Mrs. Li, quietly burying her head in embroidery, only occasionally looking up at the direction of the backyard inadvertently.

   (end of this chapter)