The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

Just when Mo Rao was about to leave, she glanced at the coats piled against the wall inside the counter.

There weren't many ready-made clothes for sale back then. Most families bought cloth and made their own. Even the richer families had maids who made clothes. Mo Rao asked the shopkeeper curiously.

Boss, how do you sell those clothes?

The shopkeeper looked in the direction of Mo Rao's finger and saw the clothes in the corner.

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "Young lady, these clothes are sold out. They've been in the warehouse, so they've gotten a little damp and have some mildew on them. If you don't mind, I can sell them to you at a lower price."

Mo Rao said: Can you let me take a look?

The shopkeeper took out one of the items and showed it to Mo Rao. Mo Rao took it in her hand and looked at it. Indeed, there were some mildew spots on some places.

Shopkeeper, if it is a ready-made garment like this, what is your selling price?

The shopkeeper raised two fingers and said, "Miss, if you want to buy it, I'll give you 200 coins directly."

Zhang Lanlan said in surprise: Two hundred coins, shopkeeper, you are too greedy. The clothes are already in this state and you still want two hundred coins.

Ready-made garments like this used to be sold for between one and ten taels each, but now they're all being sold for 200 wen each.

200 wen each. It's a reasonable price considering they're thick cotton-padded jackets.

Shopkeeper, how many clothes like this do you have?

To be honest, I have about two or three hundred pieces of clothing like this.

These clothes were from Beijing. They were damp and wouldn't sell in Beijing. So the owner brought them here to sell at a lower price. These were inventory from a few years ago. They had been sitting in the warehouse until recently, when the owner took inventory.

Are the other goods similar to what I have? Mo Rao asked.

The mildew on the girl's hands is less. The mildew on the clothes is more, but I haven't taken them out yet.

Shopkeeper, could you please let me take a look at those clothes? I'd like to buy a few more.

The shopkeeper saw that Mo Rao was not a person who spoke in plain words. After all, this person bought a piece of fine cotton cloth from him at the first move.

So he took Mo Rao and Zhang Lanlan to the warehouse in the backyard.

The shopkeeper pointed to the bags of clothes in the corner and said: The clothes in these pockets are all being disposed of.

Mo Rao took out a few pieces of clothing from the bag and looked at them. Indeed, the mold spots on these ready-made clothes were relatively serious.

But the clothes still feel good. They're not those coarse linen ones. There are brocades and satins. It's just that there are a lot of mold spots on them. No wonder they can't sell in the capital.

The styles of the clothes are also better looking than those made by farmers themselves.

I want all the clothes like this. "Shopkeeper, what's the lowest price you can offer?" Mo Rao asked.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was surprised that the girl wanted to have them all.

I bought so many clothes and couldn't wear them all.

Even if I take it back and sell it, it has so many mildew spots on it. I'm sure a poor family wouldn't be willing to spend 200 coins on it.

Rich people will naturally not buy such clothes for cheapness.

If this dress was easy to sell, he would have sold it long ago. The poor think it is too expensive, and the rich dislike it because it has mold spots.

I've had this dress for a while now, and I've only sold one or two so far.

There were some serious mildew stains on some of the clothes in the pockets. He was planning to destroy them.

Now I hear someone want to buy such clothes. I thought I was hallucinating.

The shopkeeper repeated Mo Rao's words. "Girl, what did you just say? Are you going to buy all the clothes?"

Yes, if the price is right, I will buy them all.

Girl, if you plan to buy them all, I will give you 150 coins each.

120 Wen. If the shopkeeper agrees, I will take it all now.

Zhang Lanlan quietly tugged at Mo Rao's sleeve. She wanted to remind her sister-in-law not to act rashly. They wouldn't be able to wear all the clothes they bought back home. Besides, such clothes were still expensive.

The shopkeeper also noticed Zhang Lanlan's little gesture. As if afraid that Mo Rao would regret it, he quickly said, "120 wen is 120 wen."

Mu Rao ignored Zhang Lanlan's small gesture and said, "Deal."

Zhang Lanlan was so anxious that her mouth was about to blister.

If she buys so many clothes and brings them back, will her mother-in-law blame her for not keeping an eye on her sister-in-law?

She also sensed it. Mo Rao was capable. So she didn't find it strange that she had money. Judging from the tiger the day before, her sister-in-law was no ordinary person. But if she spent the money like this, her family would definitely blame her.

But she couldn't do it. She openly reminded her sister-in-law, fearing that she would be upset again. After all, she had just married into the family.

The shopkeeper immediately called over the clerk to count the clothes. Mo Rao would take each piece of clothing and check it out to see if there were any major problems. After a thorough inspection, she made sure there were no damages.

After counting the clothes, there were 265 pieces in total.

The shopkeeper said, "There are 265 pieces in total. Each piece costs 120 wen, which is taels and qian of silver."

Shopkeeper, how much is this bag of cotton?

This cotton is 12 wen per jin. This bag is 30 jin. The total is wen.

Shopkeeper, these clothes plus this bag of cotton, total thirty-two taels, is that right?

The shopkeeper said with a look of pain on his face: "You girl, you are really cunning. Okay!"

Mo Ruo took out 32 taels from his pocket and handed it to the shopkeeper.

Then he asked: Can you deliver the goods?

Sure, just tell us your address and we'll arrange for someone to deliver it.

Just send it to Mo Daqiang's home in Mojia Village, Mo Rao said.

“Okay,” the shopkeeper answered simply.

I'm going to town to buy some things later. Boss, could you bring some back for me?

“Sure, it’s just a side job,” the shopkeeper said kindly.

Zhang Lanlan was beside herself. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. What kind of family did she marry into? A family! How come the eldest sister-in-law in the family is so rich? Did she find a treasure?

It cost more than 30 taels in one go. Mo Rao also felt the pain.

But when she thought of those clothes, Mo Rao became motivated again.