Don't worry about traveling through time, she has an all-powerful senior sister to help her

Shen Xianzhu said: "The elegant title of the Deputy Censor is the fourth rank, and according to the order, it is divided into inspectors of military preparations, education, coastal defense, the Qing army, and military supervision.

The other one, with the patch on his head, is Bao, who should be the commander of the garrison, a third-rank official."

"Huh? No wonder the person who comes to pick me up is so polite." He was actually very friendly to her and her elder brother.

However, Shen Lingzhu could also feel that Mr. Han's attitude towards them seemed a little more friendly than the last time he helped them.

While she was distracted, her eldest brother held her shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhuzi, I think you are too enthusiastic towards him. It's not good.

Our current situation is prone to misunderstanding.”

"Of course I have to be enthusiastic. Big brother, do you remember that guy who rode away in a hurry?

Today it seems that my guess was correct. He ran away because he saw Mr. Han.

I don't ask for anything else, at least I want to be familiar with them, so that when I need help from them in the future, I can have the name of an acquaintance.

But it's best to never ask for anything." After Shen Lingzhu finished speaking, Shen Xianzhu looked her up and down as if he didn't know her.

He then asked, "Can our little bamboo also think long-term?"

"Hey." Shen Lingzhu was about to say something to his eldest brother when Huang Zongqi, who came running from the convoy, asked anxiously, "What happened just now?"

He had just agreed on the cost of staying overnight for a few days with the Taoist priest in the temple when he turned around and saw two children talking to someone.

I originally thought they were greeting passers-by who lived here, but unexpectedly a group of soldiers approached in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, there was no yelling or beating, so he and Shen He waited patiently for people to leave.

Shen Lingzhu briefly told his elder brother about the help he had received, and he felt a little relieved. He said, "My uncle doesn't know many officials. They are just clerks and runners.

But I know several butchers in the county town, and I will visit each of their homes tomorrow.

They'll definitely like this rocking chair." Anyway, when there were no customers buying meat, he loved lying down and fanning himself.

Huang Zongqi was not speaking without reason. The butchers selling meat in the county town earned more than him.

The next morning, when the city gates opened, they only brought one cart of bellows and one cart of rocking chairs into the city through Nanxun Gate. The other carts of goods were temporarily left behind by Xia Xing at the Daoguan Guardian.

It is worth mentioning that during the vegetarian meal last night, my uncle had a very pleasant conversation with the Taoist priest in the temple and had already sold two bellows and two rocking chairs.

Shen Songzhu, who stayed at his aunt's house last night, was already waiting inside the city gate.

As soon as they met, he suggested setting up the stall in the East Market instead of the South Market for two reasons.

First, although the South Market is small, things are expensive. Second, the East Market is large, and both ordinary people and rich people like to shop there.

Shen Lingzhu was not familiar with the county town. He only knew that Shun County only had Yinghui Gate on the east city wall and Nanxun Gate on the south city wall. There were no gates for entry or exit in the west or north city.

This also resulted in people coming and going concentrated on the east and south streets, and because the county town, which was supposed to be square, was missing a large corner in the southeast, the south city seemed a bit cramped.

She asked, "What do you think, brother?"

"What do Uncle Huang and Uncle Qi think?" Shen Xianzhu seldom went to the county town, so he turned to ask the two elders.

Uncle Huang Zongqi had more say on this point, as the largest butcher shop he was looking for was also near the East Market. "It's all right. We don't just sell goods for one day.

Let’s test the waters on East Street today, and then we’ll send some to West Street tomorrow, and South Street might be a good option.”

"You can also set up a stall outside the city gate. I see there are a lot of people queuing up to enter the city. You can shout out your presence to let everyone know." Shen He added his opinion.

After the agreement was reached, the convoy was led by my uncle to the East Market to find a place to set up a stall.

Shen Xianzhu and several young men from the Chang family separated from them halfway and carried a bellows bamboo chair to visit their uncle Chang Xin's home.

"Little Zhuzi, don't you really want to go to the Chang family to get to know the family?" Huang Zongqi patted Shen Lingzhu, who was dressed as a boy.

The latter shook his head: "I'm not familiar with him, so it's inconvenient to disturb him."

Last time, his uncle who lived in the county town came to visit with his family. Shen Lingzhu could see that except for him and his eldest grandson and his wife who were sincere in their treatment, everyone else was just doing it for the sake of face.

Seeing that the streets were crowded, she took the opportunity to change the subject and said, "Uncle, why don't we have our cousins ​​and brothers in the clan beat the gongs and shout to attract more people?"

Some time ago, she and her senior sister successfully made dyes and initially dyed some light green fabrics. She then suddenly had the idea of ​​making uniform work clothes for Xia Wang and others who went out to sell goods.

The clothes of ancient people were varied. From the perspective of later generations, there are too many fashionable and good-looking ones. Senior sister can easily find a suitable style.

Later, we borrowed gongs and drums and rehearsed the drum music promotion with everyone several times. According to Xia Wang, the trial at the market attracted a lot of people to watch, and business was also better.

"Do you dare?" Huang Zongqi nodded, then turned and asked the teenagers on both sides of the car who were constantly looking at the streets and shops.

"We dare!" Although it was their first time in the county, the Huang family boys, led by Huang Xunzhi, responded without hesitation, and the Shen family members also responded under the watchful eyes of their seventh uncle.

Except for Shen Songzhu who was a little embarrassed and lowered his head to lead the mule, the young men picked up their things and followed Xia Wang into a sparsely populated alley.

They found the clothes they had washed and ironed yesterday in their backpacks, put them on quickly, and tidied them for each other.

A moment later, eight or nine young men in grass green sleeveless jackets, some holding gongs and drums, some holding small green windmills, stood in front of the two cars.

People on the road were instantly attracted by the bright green colors and stopped to see what they were used for.

At this moment, accompanied by his uncle, Shen Lingzhu, who was wearing a vest of the same color, took advantage of the situation and spread out a roll of white cloth. He and Xia Wang each held a bamboo pole at one end.

On a long banner, colorful papers were pasted, and a literate person read: "Seven-star bellows, immortal chair."

Someone asked, "What do you mean?"

"Street performers?" As soon as the question was asked, Shen Lingzhu, whose uncle had taken the bamboo pole and was holding it, wanted to respond, but was stopped by his uncle: "Let them work, you just watch."

She had no choice but to let go, but took a step back and struck the gong in Huang's cousin's hand.

He raised his voice and said, "Brothers, beat the drums and gongs, and let the elders of the county hear what you have to say."

Uncle Huang glared at Huang Xunzhi: How did you let her snatch it away?

Huang Xunzhi immediately took it back and knocked with everyone else.

Dongdangdongdangdongdongdang

Seeing that more and more people were stopping to watch, the teenagers, who were performing in public in the hall for only the second time, suddenly forgot the lyrics. Xia Wang turned to Shen Lingzhu for help.

Shen Lingzhu immediately took down a bellows and said loudly: "There is a sacred spring at the foot of Yishan Mountain, and an old immortal lives in the spring.

The gods saw how hard I worked, so they gave me a bellows and gave me the true words..."

The young men continued her words: "This thing is called the Seven Star Box, and it accompanies the aroma of cooking on the stove.

Save time and firewood, the wind helps the fire, one push and two pulls, and you are happy. "

"When the bellows are blown, the fire starts to burn, bringing prosperity to the family."

"The Seven Star Box is full of vigor and vitality, and life is prosperous."

They walked and chanted for a while, and the young men's rhyming lyrics really attracted many people to follow them.

Having achieved his goal, Shen Lingzhu quickly took back the bamboo pole and whispered to his uncle.

Huang Zongqi went to the next car to find Shen Heqian and laughed at her: "Little clever ghost."