Favoring the concubine and killing the wife? She divorced the concubine and lived with her concubine

Xiao Lan had experience in running a business, but she did find the current situation a bit tricky.

There were two cloth shops, one in the south and the other in the north of the city. She and Xiao Xuan drew the lot at the same time. When Xiao Xuan drew the south lot, Xiao Cheng's eyes narrowed with laughter.

At that time, Xiao Zongshan turned around and left, and Mrs. Xiao quickly followed him, leaving Xiao Lan alone looking at the word "North of the City" in her hand with a confused look on her face.

She hadn't been out much since she came here, so she wasn't familiar with the city's layout. It wasn't until she came to the shop that she realized the fabric shop in the north of the city was really uninteresting.

The south of the city was mostly populated by restaurants and vendors, and every housewife loved to hang out there. Meanwhile, the north of the city was mostly populated by blacksmiths and carpenters, all craft shops. Which woman would regularly hang out there?

What's more, the owner of this shop sells coarse cloth materials for craftsmen, and the price is really not high. How can the sales volume be compared with this!

Xiao Lan has been here for four days, and looking at these materials gives her a headache.

"Madam...who are you selling this material to?" Fang Qingqing pulled at the material that was abrasive to her hands, a look of worry on her face. "I see those blacksmiths wear so little, they can't buy many pieces of cloth at a time!"

Fang Qingqing walked out the door. Across the street was a blacksmith's shop, where the blacksmith was banging on the door. The autumn wind was already howling, but the blacksmith standing by the boiler was still wearing only a single layer of clothing.

Fang Qingqing looked for a long time before turning around to look at Xiao Lan.

"But I have to say, this blacksmith is in really good shape."

"Oh my! Miss Fang, what are you talking about in public?" Mother Xu turned her head away in embarrassment, but before turning around, she did not forget to glance in the direction Fang Qingqing was looking before.

Xiao Lan looked at the two of them and teased Mother Xu, "Just look at them. Everyone loves beauty. I think Xiao Zongwen is pretty good-looking too."

"Oh, ma'am, you can't talk like that!" Mother Xu hurried forward, staring at the guy working next to her, afraid that others would hear her.

"We are not afraid of others hearing this now. If we can't sell the things in our shop, the turnover will be unmatched! I am not worried about Xiao Xuan becoming the manager or something, I am just worried that my parents will come back to trouble me. If they deduct some of the things in my dowry and block some of my business opportunities, I won't be able to support the Sun family!" Xiao Lan now regards the Sun family as his own home. If this era does not allow it, the sign of the Sun House should be changed to the Xiao House.

"Yes, but this fabric is too difficult to sell and it doesn't look good. Shouldn't we choose some nice-looking material first?" Fang Qingqing picked up a roll of material. The material was dark blue, thick and hard, and was obviously very similar to the aprons worn by the craftsmen in the blacksmith shop across the street.

The rest of the materials are similar, and there is no difference between good-looking and bad-looking.

Xiao Lan thought of the fabric shops she had visited before. The materials there were soft and delicate, and the embroidery was exquisite. That was what she wanted to make.

"The first step is to figure out what's popular in the city right now. They say all the materials are trendy among the capital's noble ladies, and the shops are scrambling for them. I could ask my father to get some, but how can we get the ladies to come here and buy them?"

Fang Qingqing turned back to look at the blacksmith across the street. "If this happened in our place, it would be like a male model standing on the street. You could even sell boiled water and people would come to watch!"

"How can your place be so immoral!" Mother Xu couldn't help but scold.

"That's called appreciation! Don't men also go to Xiangmanlou to see girls? Why can't we see these things?"

Fang Qingqing finished her words and walked out, strolling along the street twice. The left side was mostly occupied by blacksmiths, the right by carpenters, and a few other businesses. Fang Qingqing concluded that this was a hardware street, mostly frequented by men.

Xiao Lan didn't go out. She had been wandering around here for several days, thinking about problems and rethinking her conclusions every day. But what Fang Qingqing said just now gave Xiao Lan some ideas.

As long as there's a gimmick, even selling plain water can attract people to come and see. But the point is, nowadays is different from modern times, where people are open about looking at men and women. Women nowadays won't run around men just to see their muscles. Don't be a human being if you don't do that.

But...men can come.

Men are always two-faced. Back then, her ex-husband, Su Ze, had as many clothes in his wardrobe as Xiao Lan's. He had all sorts of expensive watches, ties, collar clips, and cuffs, all ordered in sets.

Now that I have a plan in mind, I must do it quickly. I heard that Xiao Xuan's shop is very popular among the ladies because of the rare materials and Xiao Xuan's face!

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Xiao Lan took a carriage to find Xiao Zongshan. Although Xiao Zongshan was puzzled by his daughter's request for so many men's clothing materials, as he thought women loved making clothes the most, he finally agreed to her request. Within two days, Xiao Lan's shop finally received a batch of attractive materials.

The silks and brocades were all of the finest quality, and most importantly, the patterns were fashionable in the capital. There were also quite a few slightly inferior cottons, which, while not as fine as silk and brocade, were just as light, thin, and soft to the touch. They were in the south, where winters weren't that cold, so they didn't have to worry about the materials being too thin.

Previously, they sold coarse materials, which were bought by nearby craftsmen and made into coarse clothes for work, or clothes made uniformly for servants by wealthy families. They were not worth much. However, because the rent was cheap, they could still make some profit.

But now Xiao Lan must make a lot of money to compete with Xiao Xuan, otherwise he is sure to lose!

So Xiao Lan couldn't afford to waste a moment. She spent a lot of money and hired several tailors with good skills. She closed the door and worked inside for five or six days.

While Xiao Lan was working with the tailor, Fang Qingqing was not idle either. This was the first work task assigned to her by President Xiao, and she had to complete it seriously.

She spent two days touring the favorite haunts of the city's literati and wealthy merchants, even visiting Xiangmanlou, where she disguised herself as a man and had a servant accompany her. Eventually, she determined the aesthetic taste of men here and found the direction for the decoration shop.

Mother Xu had no idea what everyone was busy with these days and could only get in the way in the shop, sighing and watching Fang Qingqing decorate the shop more and more like a teahouse rather than a cloth shop.

The shop was small, and she had removed all the places where the materials were previously placed. She had cut off the legs of the high tables and turned them into low tables. She took a pile of light-colored linen materials from the store, ran home, gathered them up from Sun Shaohua, and leaned on the table to write all day.

Although Sun Shaohua's character wasn't great, he was indeed good at reading and writing. His handwriting was strong and powerful, which showed that he had recovered well. Fang Qingqing also went through the boxes and cabinets in each room, taking out all the women's shirts that had not been worn before, preparing to recycle them.

She found a good place. In the room where He Xiaoniang used to live, there was a pile of beautiful clothes. The thin gauze curtains were very beautiful. She had torn them into pieces of cloth. Some of them had words written on them by Sun Shaohua, and some were just bare.

Jasmine said she was crazy, hating He Shi so much, but it was too late for revenge. Fang Qingqing ignored her, packed a box of rags, moved a bunch of other things, and hurried back to her shop to work.

When Xiao Lan came out with seven or eight pieces of clothing, Fang Qingqing had already decorated the shop. Xiao Lan wanted to give her a promotion at that time. This girl is really capable!

The shop was divided into eight private rooms, each containing a low table and two futons. The tables were covered with linen tablecloths inscribed with elegant classical poetry. A touch of gauze added a touch of subtle veil, making the poetry appear faintly visible and adding to the elegance of the brushwork. Each table held a small porcelain vase containing a single artificial flower. These flowers were embroidered on He's clothes, affixed with bamboo skewers, a truly charming touch. Each flower was unique, representing the name of the private room.

In addition to the private rooms, the entrance hall has also been renovated. Previously, a tall cabinet filled with fabrics was separated by an embroidered screen. In front of it sits a tea table with eight signs for private rooms. A lush pot of Clivia sits beside the desk, and on the table, placed are brushes, inkstones, and paper. It looks like the desk of a wealthy young man!

"This... is beautiful!" Xiao Lan couldn't help but hold Fang Qingqing's hand, "This is a major renovation!"

"Where..." Fang Qingqing felt embarrassed by the compliment. "I just moved some stuff from home here to show it off. Didn't you take me to that jewelry store last time? I saw the owner's private room was quite unique. I think men would like it too."

"Oh, Madam, you just let her do whatever she wants! This place doesn't look like a cloth shop. How can we sell these cloths if we don't display them?" Mother Xu stamped her feet in anxiety. She tried to stop Fang Qingqing but failed. The screen was moved out from Old Madam Sun's room before!

"No problem! This will definitely sell like hotcakes! Come on, Mama Xu, come with me for a run. I've made all these clothes and need to give them away!" Xiao Lan told Fang Qingqing to get back to her work and she pulled Mama Xu along as they set off. Mama Xu had to lead the way this way.