After entering the book, the young cannon fodder brought his short-lived mother to fly happily

"There's nothing to do at home, Ayu, so let's not go back!" Zhao Susu hesitated for a moment and made a decision.

This was exactly what Meng Yu wanted. Wasn't it that she had put in so much effort just to rescue Zhao Susu from the heavy and unrewarding farm work?

Moreover, she felt that only by staying away from the father and son of the Cao family could she truly resolve her mother's crisis.

As long as she lived in the village, she was worried that Cao the Butcher would become a time bomb that would shorten her mother's life.

Looking at the energetic Zhao Susu, Meng Yu smiled quietly.

that's nice!

Zhao Susu is preparing for the opening.

Master Mu said that he would be there on the opening day, and he also sent Feng Zhi to help in the next two days.

This made Zhao Susu feel relieved, because she didn't know what else to do besides making clothes. Feng Zhi was efficient and thoughtful. He remembered what his master said, that the little one would have a bright future, so if he helped out now, it would also be a good thing, right?

The scheduled opening date arrived, and Mu Guanchu came as promised that day. Of course, he came to congratulate Meng Yu on the opening of his shop.

However, in Zhao Susu's mind, the boss was here to keep things under control.

Two strings of firecrackers were hung in front of the door eaves, and Feng Zhi volunteered to light them.

The crackling sound of firecrackers added to the festive atmosphere and also attracted people to stop.

Mu Guanchu pulled down the barrier on the door lintel, and the three words "Su Jin Tailor Shop" came into view of everyone.

Through the wide-open door, someone curiously asked, "What is this for?"

Feng Zhi immediately introduced it to everyone enthusiastically: "This is a tailor shop. You can buy ready-made clothes here, or you can have them made to measure."

Someone suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out it's also a clothing store!"

"There are also some custom-made ones, which are pretty good, but I don't know how skilled the embroiderer is!"

"Look at the clothes hanging there, they look OK!"

……

"Everyone, you can come in and take a look. This is the shop owner and needlework master. Her craftsmanship is first-rate. The clothes inside are all made by the shop owner herself!"

Under Mu Guanchu's gaze, Feng Zhi enthusiastically solicited customers.

Some curious people actually walked into the shop.

The shop was not small to begin with, but when more than twenty people walked in, it suddenly seemed a bit crowded.

Zhao Susu didn't think about anything these days except cooking and making clothes. She made a lot of them, and there were more than twenty sets of clothes hanging up.

Someone immediately asked the price.

Although Zhao Susu knew that as the shopkeeper, she had to come forward to introduce things to the guests, she was a little intimidated by so many people and so many mouths asking questions at the same time.

He opened his mouth and the words that came out were like mosquitoes.

Meng Yu said crisply, "This one costs 100 wen, and today we're giving you 20% off, so it's 80 wen."

Zhao Susu was stunned. She actually said fifty cents.

When the man heard this, he was immediately delighted: "I'll buy it!" In the ready-made clothing shop in the west, a piece of clothing like this would cost at least 120 cents, and the workmanship was not even as good as here.

He paid immediately after saying that.

I don't know if it was because of his encouragement, or if the clothes were really of good quality and low price, but even though they were made of different materials, made in different ways and had different prices, more than ten pieces were sold in just half an hour.

Zhao Susu felt numb all over.

Meng Yu raised the price she mentioned by more than double, and then said that they would give an opening discount of 20%. The strange thing was that those people paid happily and left, as if they had found a great bargain.

She felt very uneasy.

But she couldn't speak anymore, her face turned red, and she seemed to be suffocating, and she wanted to shrink into the house.

Meng Yu held her hand, and the warm little hand gave her strength.

The soft little hand in her palm was reminding her that she would be the shopkeeper in this shop in the future, she would support her family, and she wanted A Yu to live a good life.

Someone helped her today, but she will have to deal with everything on her own in the future. If she hides, what will she do in the future?

So, even though she was at a loss and her hands and feet were shaking, she still held on.

Feng Zhi felt that his mouth was dry from talking.

There were not only male guests but also female guests, and he was the one who greeted the male guests.

More than 20 sets of clothes were sold out on the morning of opening. Many people also placed orders.

This required Zhao Susu to take action personally. Even though she seemed to be unable to walk steadily, she steadied herself with a ruler in hand. She carefully measured the dimensions, recorded them, and said that the goods could be delivered in a few days. The other party paid a deposit and took the receipt.

Although Meng Yu was still accompanying her throughout the whole process, Zhao Susu completed the entire process independently.

Mu Guanchu left after an hour of opening, and Feng Zhi left in the afternoon. In the afternoon, only Zhao Susu and her daughter were left.

Fortunately, there were fewer guests in the afternoon. Zhao Susu was socially phobic, but Meng Yu was not. With her introducing the place in a baby voice, it added a bit of humor, and many guests came to ask questions.

Because there were no ready-made clothes to use as signs here, they were worried about Zhao Susu's craftsmanship.

When Zhao Susu went to face those guests, she was embarrassed, her face blushed, her voice was as soft as a mosquito, and she was clumsy and at a loss.

She had mustered up a lot of courage, and her palms were wet with sweat.

At the hour of You, Meng Yu suggested closing the shop.

Zhao Susu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and agreed immediately.

After closing the shop door, she completely relaxed.

Meng Yu said softly: "Mom, go change your clothes! You'll get sick!"

Only then did Zhao Susu realize that her entire back was wet. She was sweating from nervousness, layer upon layer of sweat.

In front of her daughter, Zhao Susu smiled a little embarrassedly and went into the back room to change her clothes.

Meng Yu took a look at Zhao Susu's record.

Twenty-one sets of clothing were sold today.

The customer ordered seven sets.

It's a good start.

Zhao Susu changed into dry clothes and felt a lot more relaxed.

Of course, what made her relax might not be the dry clothes, but the closed door that prevented anyone from coming in.

She has to keep accounts and calculate today's income.

After all, she is the shopkeeper, and these accounts will have to be handed over to the boss for auditing in the future.

But when keeping accounts, Zhao Susu still pulled Meng Yu over.

"Ayu, you've raised the price that mother mentioned before by so much. Aren't we being too ruthless?"

Meng Yu sighed, and she pointed at the first note Zhao Susu made: "Mother, you said this one is fifty cents, have you ever thought that the material for this dress costs thirty cents, and you make it into ready-made clothes, don't you need workmanship?"

"But, but I did it. It was easy."

"How can it be easy? Mother has to spend most of the day to make it stitch by stitch. The time spent and mother's craftsmanship should all be taken into account."

It seems that she knows nothing about her craft. If we don't count the cost of craftsmanship and time, why sell ready-made clothes? It would be better to sell fabrics directly!