The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

Song Yuntang hummed lightly.

"The analysis makes sense. I will consider it carefully."

"Still considering it?" Song Jinsheng felt like he had punched cotton. "I thought you were smart, but now that things have come to this, what else is there for you to consider?"

"Okay." Song Yuntang took the backpack from his shoulders, "Go find a good sister-in-law when you have time. I know what I'm doing."

After she finished speaking, she got on the ox cart parked at the entrance of the village.

Song Jinsheng looked at her and said, "Be careful on your way and don't go to remote places."

"understood."

Then he instructed the old man driving the ox cart, "Uncle Sun, my sister will definitely come back by your ox cart at noon. If she is delayed by something and is late, please wait for her."

Grandpa Sun nodded happily.

"No problem. If there aren't many people on the return trip, I won't mind waiting an extra quarter of an hour or two."

Song Jinsheng smiled and said, "Thank you very much, sir."

After watching the ox cart disappear around the corner, he turned and walked home.

……

This was Song Yuntang's second time in town. She first went to the blacksmith shop, paid the balance of five hundred coins, and received the silver needle she had customized.

Although it is slightly different from what I expected, the blacksmith shop in the town can do it to this level, so it does not affect its use.

After getting the silver needle, she carried the basket on her back and walked towards Chen's Cloth Shop as Zhao had instructed.

There were thirteen handkerchiefs in total, and Chen's Cloth Shop charged eight cents for each, for a total of one hundred and four cents. Song Yuntang also saw that Chen's Cloth Shop sold handkerchiefs for eighteen cents each, and most of the handkerchiefs on display were not as exquisitely embroidered as Zhao's.

This profit is quite large.

"Eh? Isn't this the... fake daughter of the Lin family?" The visitor's tone was not very friendly, and there was a hint of gloating. "Why? Is she so poor now that she has to rely on selling handkerchiefs to make a living?"

Song Yuntang looked back and saw Jiang Surao, the daughter of the Jiang family on North Street, who was the same age as her.

The Jiang family is a merchant family. Among the four categories of scholars, farmers, artisans and merchants, merchants are ranked last. Although the Jiang family is well off, when Song Yuntang was in the Lin family, she could only be a little follower.

Now that she sees Song Yuntang in such a state of disgrace, and she finally gets the chance, she naturally wants to step on him to get some revenge.

Looking at Jiang Surao who was wearing gold and silver, Song Yuntang admitted it generously.

"Yes, I'm indeed down and out now, but I work hard every day to make a living, so my life is quite fulfilling. If Miss Jiang needs a handkerchief, you can ask me to make it custom. I guarantee it will be unique."

It's easy to make an enemy.

But in her current situation, offending others without knowing her place will only lead to death.

It would be better to take advantage of our acquaintance and squeeze out their value.

Jiang Surao didn't expect Song Yuntang to be so flexible. Looking at the frank, generous and calm Song Yuntang in front of her, she really couldn't hate him anymore.

She raised her chin proudly.

"Let me see your handkerchief."

Song Yuntang picked up a handkerchief from a display case nearby. "Here, this is what I just sent you. Miss Jiang, you can take a look at the embroidery. If you are satisfied, I can draw a pattern for you. However, the price will be slightly higher than other handkerchiefs you can buy outside."

Jiang Surao looked at her in surprise, "You can draw pictures by yourself?"

Song Yuntang smiled and said, "Life is a constraint. If Miss Jiang is interested, I can draw a design first. If you are satisfied, you can customize it with me."

How could she draw a pattern?

It just so happens that I'm pretty good at painting. A handkerchief is just a small piece of cloth, so it shouldn't be difficult to draw a few special pictures on it.

Jiang Surao put down the handkerchief in her hand and said, "Okay, come with me."

She brought Song Yuntang to a teahouse diagonally opposite Chenji Cloth Shop, ordered a pot of tea and three small snacks and preserved fruits, and asked the waiter to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Song Yuntang took off the backpack and put it aside. After grinding the ink, he picked up the brush and started painting.

After a moment, she put down her pen, and a pot of golden chrysanthemums appeared on the paper. However, the most eye-catching thing was not the chrysanthemums, but the little fat cat lying under the chrysanthemums. The way the little fat cat was painted combined traditional Chinese painting and cartoons, and it looked very cute.

Although it was just a black and white ink painting, Jiang Surao had never seen a kitten in this style before, so she felt it was special the moment she saw it.

"Can this really be embroidered?"

Song Yuntang first put the painting into his arms and said, "If it can be painted, it can naturally be embroidered. And the embroidery will be more colorful and more beautiful."

She was very confident in Zhao's embroidery skills. After all, she had worked in the Lin family's tailor shop before, and her painting method was not complicated, so it was not difficult for Zhao.

"How much is one?"

Song Yuntang held up four fingers and said, "Forty cents per piece, minimum order of thirty."

Qiuyue, the little maid behind Jiang Surao, said angrily, "Miss Song is really asking for too much. The handkerchiefs in the shop are only 18 wen each, but you're charging 40 wen here, and the minimum order is 30 pieces. Why don't you just go and rob them?"

Song Yuntang smiled faintly, "If robbing money is not illegal, it is not impossible to consider it."

"You!" Qiuyue stamped her feet in anger. She looked at Jiang Surao and said, "Miss, there are plenty of handkerchiefs out there. Let's not waste our time here. In my opinion, she just wants to take advantage of you!"

Song Yuntang looked at Jiang Surao and said seriously, "Not to mention that the pattern on this handkerchief is complex and tests the embroidery skills, and it requires more colored threads. I drew the pattern specifically for Miss Jiang. I can guarantee that it will not appear in the hands of anyone else except Miss Jiang. Of course, unless it leaks from Miss Jiang herself."

Everyone likes to be unique, and Jiang Surao is no exception.

"How long will it take to make thirty handkerchiefs?"

"I can send them to Miss Jiang's house in batches, ten every two weeks."

The embroidery area of ​​this kind of handkerchief is a little too large, so it will definitely not be embroidered well if the time is too short, and the task may not be completed. It is safer to extend the time.

"Okay." Jiang Surao agreed.

Qiuyue looked at her in surprise, "Miss, how could you agree to this? She's obviously trying to cheat you out of your money."

"My love is priceless, Qiuyue, give me money." After Jiang Surao finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Qiuyue took out a tael and two cents of silver from her waist pouch with an unconvinced look on her face and slammed it on the table. After glaring at Song Yuntang, she left angrily with Jiang Surao.

Having earned some money, Song Yuntang naturally wouldn't get angry with a little maid.

Looking at the untouched cakes on the table, she poured herself two cups of tea, then took another cake to fill her stomach. Then she looked towards the stairs and said, "Waiter, please help me pack these cakes. I want to take them away."

"Hey, here we come!"

The waiter was very quick. In just a moment, Song Yuntang packed the three snacks into the backpack and left the teahouse.