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When Shen Lingzhu saw the eloquent little kid, he would recite a few lines along with him.

Whenever she heard or saw someone reciting a long string of words, she would immediately give the children who were reciting the words small windmills.

It’s free!

Colorful paper windmills are considered a good luck charm for all seasons by the people. One costs at least a penny, but if it’s free, both adults and children will certainly want one.

So when they heard her say that only the children who could recite two paragraphs would be given a chance, and that only the top 100 would be given a chance, the children who couldn't recite it would ask their parents to teach them.

Some adults, seeing that their children were anxious and couldn't recite the scriptures, were willing to pay to buy them, but Shen Lingzhu only gave them away and didn't sell them, which attracted some passers-by to lecture them, saying that it would be foolish not to make money when you have the chance.

She insisted on giving it away and not selling it. After all, it was impossible for her to satisfy everyone. Having people talk about it a few times could help her increase her popularity.

Of course, the reason why she had the children carried on her back before sending them off was because it was still early and there were few people with children on the street.

When the children were reciting the scroll more enthusiastically, Shen Lingzhu instructed them to add another sentence: "Anyone who brings a windmill to the East Market to buy a Seven-Star Bellows will get a discount of five big coins."

At this point, many onlookers understood:

“It turns out he’s selling things.”

"What on earth is this that's five cents cheaper?"

"Let's go and see."

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, someone suddenly asked during a pause in the gongs and drums, "Does this bellows work as well as the Jinshi bellows at Shenquanji?"

"It works just as well. We'll even install it at your door. If it doesn't work, it's free." Shen Lingzhu responded loudly to his seventh uncle Shen He in the crowd, and signaled the teenagers to stop reciting the words.

Shen He asked loudly again, "But my second aunt's nephew's cousin's family didn't have enough money to buy it, so they exchanged it for wheat. Can you help me with the exchange?"

Shen Lingzhu asked the young men to answer in unison: "For exchange, cloth, rice, and wheat can all be exchanged for bellows at a discount."

At this time, someone else shouted: "I don't understand the bellows, but the fairy chair must be a chair. Can we sit on it?"

"That's right, you're just talking and not practicing. I haven't seen you guys show it to me."

This is not his own child, Shen Lingzhu quickly replied: "It is placed here to block the way. If you want to sit on the fairy chair, please follow us to the East Market.

Want to know how the bellows are used? Come and see it in the East Market."

"Sir, see you at the East Market." Xia Wang shouted at the right time, and the young men shouted with him, and at Shen Lingzhu's gesture, they beat the gongs and drums again.

Not all the onlookers were going to the East Market, so they didn't hear the young people say any new words and left with peace of mind.

Uncle Huang couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but after a while, he saw that there were still many passers-by following and some new people joining in to watch the fun, so he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to concentrate on driving the car.

However, Shen Songzhu, who was driving another car, was worried about his seventh uncle and cousin, fearing that their collusion would be exposed.

Looking up, he saw Shen He quietly squeeze back from the crowd and said, "Song'er, quickly go to Chang's house to call back Xian Zhu. I think there will be a lot of people gathered in front of the stall soon, so we need more people to guard it."

He was right in his guess. Shen Lingzhu's publicity was quite fresh, attracting many people who were curious to see what was going on.

"Don't unload too much goods. We will set up a stall outside the East Market. Brother He Qi, decide how much is appropriate to set up. I will go in and find someone to pay the rent." Huang Zongqi no longer had time to look for his fellow butchers.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly came back and grabbed Shen Lingzhu, who was watching the children reciting poems.

"Uncle, I'm busy."

"I can't let you out of my sight."

Shen Lingzhu looked back and saw that the teenagers had already become proficient in giving pinwheels to the children who had memorized the words.

"I thought those paper windmills were made to sell for money." Huang Zongqi's words caught her attention again.

Shen Lingzhu said: "You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child."

Huang Zongqi rubbed his forehead and finally understood why her uncle had told her several times: Keep an eye on Xiao Zhuzi.

Shen Lingzhu followed her uncle all the way into the East Market, but to be honest, the East Market was not too big for her.

The classification is okay, with all kinds of similar items sold together in one place, while meat and other fresh produce are sold in a separate place. I don't know where the cattle and horses are sold.

While she was scanning the entire layout of the East Market, Huang Zongqi had already bought a voucher from the police officer supervising the East Market at the entrance and rented a large area outside the entrance.

When they came out, the eldest brother Shen Xianzhu also brought people back. In addition to the five young temporary workers of the Chang family, the eldest grandson of his uncle also came with them.

There is strength in numbers. After renting a large stall, they quickly laid out the goods.

As soon as the rocking chair was put down, more than a dozen people crowded over to try it out.

But Shen Lingzhu couldn't let them sit on the solid wood ones, and only provided three bamboo ones for trial, each lasting half a cup of tea (about five minutes).

Those who got the first three seats were lying comfortably on the chairs, while those who were in the back of the line were circling around those who were not allowed to try them out.

Shen Lingzhu advised everyone to line up for the trial, and then specifically asked Huang Xunzhi and the other two to receive these people. She herself focused her main attention on the bellows.

Because the bellows cannot be turned on just by talking, it would be better to build a stove so that everyone can see its use, but it is definitely too late to build it now.

At this time, Chang Xin's eldest grandson said, "We can borrow the wonton stall at the intersection. His house is right behind the stall, and there's a stove under the gate."

Shen Xianzhu asked, "Is it cooked?" The other party shook his head. He had only eaten there once or twice.

"Brother, just pay the rent." Apart from her, no one would refuse the opportunity to make a little money.

When Shen Lingzhu decided to go forward and ask, Shen Xianzhu nodded slightly and said, "I'll go rent it, you and your uncle can take care of the stall."

The wonton seller at the intersection naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to make money, so he readily agreed to let them try.

Before long, a large circle of people who wanted to save firewood and money gathered in front of the stove equipped with a bellows.

Everyone saw Shen Lingzhu pushing and pulling the bellows easily while adding firewood to boil water. The wind helped the fire, and when the fire in the stove was strong, the water boiled faster than at other times.

Someone suggested trying to push and pull it by hand, and Shen Lingzhu warmly welcomed it.

Anyone who tries it ends up buying a bellows to take away.

The children who got the windmills went home happily and showed them off to the children next door, which attracted many more people.

For a while, the bellows outside the East Market Gate were selling like hot cakes and were extremely popular.

Before noon, all the bellows on the stall were sold out, and the queue for installation lasted until 3 p.m. the next day.

"We sold one hundred bellows in the morning. It turns out there are many rich people in the city. Let's continue this afternoon." Shen Lingzhu hopes to sell 10% to 80% of the goods in three days. After all, the Ghost Festival is in a few days, and many people need to visit their ancestors' graves.

Shen Xianzhu objected: "If we don't sell it in the afternoon, we haven't finished filling it yet. We must ensure that the people who buy it can use the bellows during lunch."

Huang Zongqi quite agreed. He thought that his throat was sore as he spoke little, and the throats of the children selling goods were even more tired. They needed to rest and relax.

So he said, "That's right. In contrast, not many rocking chairs have been sold.

I happened to visit some colleagues this afternoon and asked them to give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man who looked like a housekeeper came to buy solid wooden rocking chairs and took away two of the most expensive ones.

Shen Lingzhu praised: "You have good vision."

Chang Xin's grandson whispered, "The county lord's family."

Unexpectedly, Shen Lingzhu slapped his thigh and said, "The asking price is too low."

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