It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Seeing that he was interested in the cement road, Song Zhi smiled and introduced it: "This is made by mixing cement and sand and gravel. I call it a cement road."

"Cement, what is cement?" Qian Zixu asked with great interest.

"Oh, this is a kind of construction material made in our village. It can be used to pave roads, which is smooth and flat. It can also be used to plaster walls. It is strong and durable, and it is inexpensive. Apart from our village, there is no other place in Qishui County that has this construction material."

Qian Zixu had no doubt about this. What kind of good things had he not seen in the capital?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he wouldn't have believed that there was a road in the world smoother than the bluestone road.

It just so happened that he opened a grain store in the county town, and he would definitely buy a farm to run it later, so he wanted to try out whether the cement was useful or not.

Thinking of this, Qian Zixu asked, "How much does this cement cost?"

Song Zhi didn't know this. He turned around and said to Song Youshan, "Uncle, go see if the clan leader is home. Invite him to come over and tell him someone wants to buy cement."

Upon hearing this, Song Youshan immediately got up and left.

After everyone left, Song Zhi invited Qian Zixu to sit in the house first.

Qian Zixu followed Song Zhi into the yard, and his eyes were attracted by Song Huan who was sitting under the eaves crocheting a woolen hat.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, walked to Song Zhi's side and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhi looked in the direction of his finger, and suddenly an idea came to her mind: an opportunity had come to her.

This person is a wealthy man and is not stingy with his money.

She originally planned to use mugwort soap to gain some fame among customers, and then it would be natural to promote wool fabrics.

Now that business has come to her, there is no reason for her to refuse.

Song Zhi called her "little sister" with a smile and then waved at her.

Song Huan trotted forward shyly and stood next to her sister.

Song Zhi took the half-finished hat from her younger sister and instructed, "Go inside and bring me the hat you crocheted a few days ago."

"Are you bringing them all?"

"No, just get one of each style!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl ran back into the house.

After she left, Song Zhi handed the half-finished hat in her hand to Qian Zixu, "This is a crocheted wool hat. It's very good for keeping warm in winter."

Qian Zixu subconsciously took the soft woolen hat. Although the hat was not yet finished, it had already taken shape.

Not long after, Song Huan ran out with three woolen hats in her hands. She ran to Song Zhi with a red face, her eyes full of anticipation.

Song Zhi rubbed her younger sister's head, took the three hats from her hands, and introduced them to Qian Zixu: "These are three woolen hats that my younger sister crocheted."

"This one is a melon-shaped cap, this one is a threaded cap, and this one is a bucket hat."

When Qian Zixu saw the small hat, his eyes lit up. Although he considered himself knowledgeable, he felt like a country bumpkin for the first time.

The other party was just a small peasant girl, how could she take out something he had never seen before!

He touched the hat as if it were a treasure, and fiddled with the small hat.

Soft and skin-friendly, light and warm in your hand.

One can imagine what a sensation it would cause if this thing were brought back to Kyoto.

Qian Zixu, who had a keen business sense, immediately felt the potential of this thing.

He suppressed his excitement and asked, "I wonder if Miss Song will sell this woolen hat? If so, how much is it?"

Song Zhi nodded. "Since I've selected them, I want to sell them. The price of these three hats is tentatively 38 wen each for the melon-shaped hat, and 48 wen each for the other two hats."

When Qian Zixu heard this, he said bluntly: "How many hats do you have here? I want them all."

Song Zhi smiled awkwardly, "There are only a dozen or so hats at home, but isn't Mr. Qian leaving in two months? In two months, I can provide 400 of each of these three types of hats."

Song Zhi watched her younger sister crocheting hats. If she was quick, she could crochet two of these melon-shaped hats in a day, and she could also crochet one of the more complicated hats in a day.

At that time, she will ask the aunts in the village for help. It should be no problem to supply so many goods in two months.

Qian Zixu knew the value of this unique item, so he instinctively said, "I can add ten cents to the price of each hat. Can you sell this item only to me?"

Song Zhi refused without thinking, as she was counting on the wool business to attract more merchants to their Qishui County.

How could I set limits for myself just for such a small profit?

In Song Zhi's opinion, it is not really good if only she is good. Only when everyone is good can the business continue for a longer period of time.

So Song Zhi refused without hesitation.

She even found a plausible excuse for herself, "I'm afraid if I do this, the county magistrate will have something against me!"

When Qian Zixu heard the other party mention Zhou Yu, he instantly lost his temper. On someone else's territory, he certainly couldn't take over the reins, and he still had to abide by the rules.

He also knew about the government-run shop opened by Zhou Yu. If Zhou Yu knew about it, he would buy out such a good thing and would not know how to remember him.

After Qian Zixu gave up the idea of buying out the goods, he still didn't give up. Even if he couldn't buy out the supply, he still wanted to cooperate with them and get a share of such a good thing.

He looked at the woolen hat in his hand again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to him, and he thought of something. Just as he was about to speak.

Song Youshan hurried over with the Song clan leader.

The Song clan leader, who was walking behind the uncle, asked excitedly as soon as he entered the house: "Azhi, I heard someone wants cement?"

Song Zhi turned around and saw the Song clan leader with a rosy face.

She smiled and nodded, then turned sideways to introduce him, "Grandpa Clan Leader, this is Mr. Qian from the capital. After seeing the cement road in our village, he thought it was very good and wanted to buy some cement from the village."

“I wonder how this cement is sold?”

Chief Song and his men had discussed this with the villagers early in the morning.

He looked at Qian Zixu with a smile on his face and said happily, "Young Master, you have also seen that this cement road is easy to build. I will not continue to nag about it. A load of earth and cement (one hundred pounds) is only fifteen cents."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zixu turned around and said to his followers, "First, order ten taels of silver worth of cement from them. Later, when the farm is finished, have them deliver it directly to the farm."

The attendant immediately accepted the order and went to meet the Song clan leader and said, "I wonder if you have any writing materials. Let's sign a pre-order agreement first."

Clan leader Song recovered from his shock and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes. Please wait a moment, I will go back and get it."

Seeing this, Song Zhi hurriedly called out to the Song clan leader who was about to leave, "Grandpa clan leader, I have writing brushes and ink at home. You don't have to go back."

After saying that, she immediately went back to her room to get it.

The two parties signed a contract, and the attendant paid a deposit of two taels first, and agreed to settle the subsequent payment after the goods were delivered.