Spring comes to the desperate place

These days, people are considered lucky if they can have enough food to eat, and only a few have spare money to go shopping in a jewelry store. Therefore, in such a large store, there are more shop assistants than customers. Suddenly, a family of three came in, and everyone's eyes were glued to these three people.

The three members of the family were all wearing new clothes without patches. Although they couldn't tell what the fabric was made of, it should be very thick. The guys made a guess in their minds that they must be a well-off farmer's family.

Song Chunlin looked left and right in the shop and found that there were not many things in the shop, probably because there were not many customers. Only on the counter in the middle were some gold and silver jewelry, and on the highest shelf was a gorgeous hair crown with a thumb-sized pearl inlaid on the top. It was shining and very beautiful.

The jewelry shop has two floors with a staircase on the side. Song Chunlin guessed that the things upstairs should be better, but they were not there to buy anything, so he just took a glance and then looked away.

It was the first time that Song Dazhuang came to such a place, and he came to sell things, so he felt a little hesitant. After hesitating for a long time, he finally scratched his head. Song Qinshi and Song Chunlin were both speechless.

Finally, Song Chunlin took out the peace locket from his arms and said to the clerk, "Little brother, we want to sell this. Can you help ask the shopkeeper?"

The guy was stunned when he heard this, thinking that the child must not have anything good in his hand, but when he saw the peace locket, his jaw dropped.

He pointed at the peace locket and asked Song Dazhuang, "Do you really want to sell this?" After getting a positive answer, he hurriedly ran upstairs and called down the shopkeeper.

After a while, a gray-haired old man came down from downstairs and came to Song Dazhuang: "Quick, quick, show me the treasure."

Song Chunlin immediately handed it over, but the old man did not take it. Instead, he took a tray from the side, caught the peace locket, and then began to examine it carefully.

"Well, not bad, not bad, it has plenty of water and is old enough, but the color is a little lighter, but it is still a treasure. This..." The old man looked at Song Dazhuang, then at Song Chunlin, and finally decided to ask Song Dazhuang: "Brother, how much do you plan to sell it for?"

Song Dazhuang waved his hands repeatedly: "I can't estimate this accurately, and I don't know how to read these things. How about you name a price, old man?"

The old man stroked his gray beard, pondered for a moment, and finally stretched out a finger: "I'll give you a hundred taels, but we have to sign a contract."

Song Dazhuang was so shocked by the one hundred taels that he was speechless. In his opinion, fifty taels was the best that this peace locket could be sold for, and a hundred taels was unthinkable. As a farmer, he could not understand why anyone would spend a hundred taels of silver to buy something that could not be eaten or drunk.

Seeing that Song Dazhuang didn't say anything, Song Chunlin became a little anxious. He tugged at Song Dazhuang's sleeve and secretly pointed at him with two fingers when he lowered his head.

However, his little action did not escape the old man, who only thought that the baby was very cute and smiled as well.

"I'm not bullying you for not knowing the price. In previous years, jade of this quality could indeed be sold for two or three hundred yuan. But you've seen the situation in recent years. The harvests have been poor, and grain prices have risen. Rich people have used their money to store grain, so this jade is not as valuable as gold or silver. If you take it to a pawnshop, you might not get as much as I give you. So, for the sake of this kid, I'll add another thirty taels and leave that for the kid to buy candy."

Seeing that the old man was sincere, Song Chunlin thought that this should be the best price, so he signaled Song Dazhuang to nod. Then the old man saw the head of the family in front of him signing a contract with him under the guidance of a child. Song Dazhuang even had to ask his son about some words he didn't recognize. The old man was speechless about this.

Fortunately, the process went very smoothly. When the old man saw Song Dazhuang stuffing the silver note into Song Chunlin's arms, he was completely numb. It was not his money anyway, so he could give it to whoever they wanted to manage.

After Song Dazhuang received the money, he asked the old man where the carriage shop was, as they wanted to buy a carriage to go to the capital.

"You want to buy a carriage? What a coincidence! My wife's brother-in-law runs a carriage and horse business. Wait, I'll take you there and I guarantee I'll pick the best horse for you."

Unable to resist the old man's enthusiasm, the Song family followed him to the carriage and horse shop in the south of the city. Thanks to the introduction of an acquaintance, Song Dazhuang quickly selected a strong horse and a relatively spacious carriage. Finally, the boss gave them a discount for the old man's sake and rounded off the decimal point, and the deal was completed at a price of sixty-five taels.

Although he felt painful when paying the money, Song Dazhuang couldn't let go of the carriage when he got it. Song Chunlin discovered that men in any time and space had no resistance to BMWs.

After bidding farewell to the owner of the jewelry shop, Song Dazhuang drove the carriage to the storage room and took his wife and children to buy cloth and other sundries.

This time they were not kicked out by the boss of the cloth shop they went to. The shopkeeper enthusiastically recommended a lot of thick cloth to them. Song Qin first selected a few feet of ramie cloth according to the number of people, which were for making outer coats, and then some brightly colored linen, which were for the children, and a few feet of cloth with more subdued colors, which were for the elderly. The couple selected a lot of fabrics, and the shopkeeper smiled from ear to ear. He had not opened for business for several days, and he did not expect to get a big order today.

After the couple had chosen the ones for their own family, they ran to Si Chou. These were bought for Gu Fengyue. This child was from a wealthy family and probably would not be used to wearing coarse linen and hemp cloth. So Song Qin thought of buying a few feet of silk to make an inner garment for the child.

Song Dazhuang touched the smooth fabric and thought that his wife had been married to him for so many years but had never worn such good fabric. So he waved his hand and asked the shopkeeper to buy three meters of it so that everyone in the family could wear it, since he had money in his pocket.

Song Chunlin agreed with this wholeheartedly. Money is earned to be spent. For Song Chunlin, who was used to all kinds of soft fabrics in his previous life, linen was really uncomfortable to wear and was easily damaged. If he had known that he would travel back in time, he would definitely raid the fabric manufacturers first.

Song Qinshi couldn't persuade the father and son, and in the end she could only watch the shopkeeper wrap the cloth skillfully. She had to buy it even if she didn't want to.

When it came time to pay the bill, the Song family bought a total of nearly fifteen taels of silver worth of cloth. Song Qin was so distressed that she kept muttering about Song Dazhuang all the way, saying that he spent money recklessly. Song Chunlin just covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

Song Dazhuang poked his son's head helplessly: "You, you, you're still laughing. If you laugh again, your mother will make your clothes for you in the end, hum."