Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

After a few hours in the carriage, Zhou was a little tired, so she went back to her room to rest after dinner.

When the waiter from Fuxianglou came to collect the bowls and chopsticks, Wang Qing'er wrote the character "salty" on a piece of paper, handed it to the waiter, and asked him to pass it on to the manager.

Although the waiter didn't understand what he meant, he still politely put the item into his pocket.

After seeing the waiter off, Wang Qing'er went to the shop in front.

When Cuihe and Cuiju saw their master, they hurried over and greeted him with smiles: "Master, thank you for the meal."

When they went to Fuxianglou to pick up their food, they also sent a portion to the four people working there.

Wang Qing'er smiled and nodded. When she entered the shop, she carefully looked around and saw that the items in the shop were arranged in an orderly manner.

There wasn't a speck of dust on the counter, so she was quite satisfied with the four people in the shop.

"How's business at the shop these days?" This was her first shop, so she was quite concerned about it.

"Back to the boss, we can sell about twenty yuan worth of scented soap every day, more than a dozen bottles of skin cream, five or six bottles of lip balm, and five or six bottles of floral water. Mosquito coils are the best-selling item every day. This morning, a customer ordered two hundred boxes of mosquito coils."

Cuiju respectfully reported on the sales of the goods in the shop. She was now practically the shopkeeper, handling all the big and small matters when Muxia and Jingyi were not around.

"Yes, you've managed the shop very well." Wang Qing'er was very satisfied with the business. In this small county town, selling so many goods every day was already quite good.

To put it bluntly, these things of hers are not necessities, and they are expensive, practically luxury items. She would be content if she could sell them every day, let alone sell so many.

"We delivered 1,500 boxes of mosquito coils today, and we can deliver them to our customers later."

When they came out this time, they brought all the mosquito coils they had stored at home.

Now a simple workshop has been set up, which can produce two to three hundred boxes of mosquito coils every day.

Mosquito coils can only be sold for a few months; after summer, we have to wait another year.

Nobody knows what next year will bring. Who knows, other vendors might be selling mosquito coils soon, since the ancients were skilled at making incense.

Some knowledgeable people can smell what's inside a mosquito coil just by lighting it. The most difficult thing to identify in her mosquito coil is probably elm bark.

While Wang Qing'er was talking to the four people, she saw Wu Zihao stop the carriage at the shop entrance and begin unloading mosquito coils and scented soap.

The four girls also quickly went over to help.

Nowadays, the deliveryman in the shop is shared with the silk shop next door, and when things get busy, he can't take care of everyone.

She needs to have Muxia hire another person so that they can help the girls move goods when they're not delivering them.

These scented soaps and mosquito coils were quite heavy, even though they were packed in a wooden brocade box.

Wang Qing'er couldn't help but recall the various paper packaging boxes from her previous life, which were not only beautiful but also lightweight.

The paper industry is not yet developed here, so paper is much more expensive than ordinary wood.

Every time she saw scented soap and mosquito coils being packed into heavy wooden brocade boxes, she thought about how great it would be if the local papermaking industry could be developed.

She can design all kinds of packaging boxes and paper bags that are convenient and lightweight to carry.

"The goods are unloaded. Didn't we say we were going to go shopping?" Mu Nan said to his wife after helping to unload the goods.

"Go wait for me in the back. I'll give you some instructions and then I'll be right there," Wang Qing'er told Cuiju. She was going out and asked Muxia and Jingyi to wait for her in the backyard if they came.

"Brother Mu Nan, let's walk." When Wang Qing'er reached the backyard gate, she saw her husband sitting in the carriage waiting for her, but she didn't want to go for a ride in the carriage.

"Okay, whatever you say." Mu Nan jumped out of the car and went to her side.

"Big brother, you guys go ahead, leave the house to me." Wu Zihao was grooming the other horse.

"Then we're leaving. Jingyi will be here later, so please take good care of her!" Wang Qing'er said with a smile, taking her husband's hand.

"Oh!" Wu Zihao lowered his head and replied.

"What do you want to buy?" Mu Nan asked as soon as the two walked out of the alley.

"Hmm, let's go check out the Lin family's clothing shop first," Wang Qing'er said after thinking for a moment. She wanted to see what the clothes she designed looked like after they were made, and how many people would buy them.

"Okay, let's come closer from this side," Mu Nan said, pulling his wife closer.

The two went straight to the outside of the Lin family's clothing shop. Mu Nan was about to pull his wife inside when he saw a familiar figure walk out, followed by two maids carrying several brocade boxes.

Mu Nan grabbed his wife and quickly slipped into a nearby alley. Wang Qing'er also recognized the person clearly; it was her husband's ex-wife, Yun Shang.

The two men watched her get into the carriage before walking out of the alley. Wang Qing'er thought to herself, "That was close! We almost bumped into each other."

It wasn't that she was afraid to see Yunshang; Wang Qing'er knew that no matter what happened, her husband would protect her.

If she were to encounter them head-on, it would inevitably lead to further entanglement, and she didn't want to deal with such things. Last time, Xiuhe had already given her a headache for a while.

This is his ex-wife, and they have a daughter who still calls her "Mom"!

Judging from Yunshang's demeanor, she's probably not someone to be trifled with, unlike Xiuhe who's easier to deal with. It's best to avoid her if possible.

If there's a day when we really can't avoid it, then we'll just have to deal with it as it comes.

"Wife, are you still going in?" Mu Nan felt a little guilty, afraid that this matter would affect his wife's mood.

"Let's not go in, let's go somewhere else."

Wang Qing'er originally just wanted to see if the clothes she designed could sell. She had just seen that even young ladies from wealthy families like Yunshang were coming to patronize her shop.

In just a short while, the shopkeeper sent out several groups of people, each carrying a brocade box, which should contain clothes she had designed.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry, I spoiled your mood." Mu Nan apologized, feeling annoyed, thinking his wife was angry.

"Husband, what are you saying? I didn't mean to spoil the fun. I just came here to see if anyone would buy the clothes made from the patterns I drew. I didn't come in to buy clothes. If I wanted clothes, I could just have Muxia make them for me."

"So, when you see so many people coming to buy clothes, are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy! Brother Mu Nan, I didn't expect your ex to have such good taste, buying so many things at once." Wang Qing'er said with a smile, with a hint of teasing her husband.

"Wang Qing'er".

"Hmm? What's wrong?" Wang Qing'er knew the man was angry. He only called her by her full name when he was angry, but she still wanted to tease him, so she pretended not to understand and asked.

"You knew it all along, yet..."

"Alright, alright, I know, I won't say it." Seeing her husband's handsome face darken and that he seemed even angrier, Wang Qing'er began to coax him.