Who understands? He traveled through time with a high-spec spatial ability.

Upon hearing his older sister's words, Qiao Shiming jumped up and down, saying, "Wow! Sister, Mingming wants it! Mingming wants it!"

Qiao Jingjing pretended to take something out of a cloth bag and took out the Monkey King figurine that was placed on the dressing table in the bedroom. The item was small, about the size of a palm, with its legs crossed on the base, its hands open and palms facing up, holding the golden cudgel horizontally in its hands, looking cute and adorable.

I stepped forward and asked the stall owner, "Grandpa, can you sculpt something like this?"

The stall owner picked up the ornament and examined it carefully, a hint of curiosity and surprise in his eyes. He nodded slightly, indicating that he could do it. Then, the stall owner began to demonstrate his exquisite craftsmanship. He skillfully picked up the material and quickly sculpted a shape similar to the ornament. His movements were fast and steady, each kneading precise, as if he had practiced countless times. In no time, a lifelike little figure appeared before one's eyes, almost identical to the original ornament. This made one marvel; the stall owner was indeed a truly skilled craftsman!

Qiao Jingjing took the lifelike dough figurine, paid the stall owner 20 coins, and then handed it to Qiao Shiming.

The little guy happily took the dough figurine and couldn't put it down.

"Thank you, Sister! I really like this Monkey King!" Qiao Shiming said with a smile. Qiao Jingjing had just told him that this little monkey-shaped figure was called Sun Wukong, also known as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

"I'm glad you like it. If you see anything fun next time, I'll buy it for you." Qiao Jingjing patted her younger brother's head.

The siblings continued strolling through the market, admiring the various items and enjoying each other's company.

After browsing around and buying some food and toys, I was about to go to Master Li's house to pick up my carriage. As I passed the corner where North Street and East Street intersected, a hurried voice called out, "Miss, miss, please wait a moment!"

Qiao Jingjing heard a stranger's voice and assumed it wasn't calling her, so she continued walking along North Street.

“That girl with the child,” Qiao Jingjing paused in her tracks.

"Yes, yes, it's you. Please wait for me."

Qiao Jingjing turned around and saw a chubby girl in her early twenties with fair skin. This wasn't meant to be derogatory; Qiao Jingjing herself was a slightly chubby girl before she transmigrated. She had a strong liking for fair-skinned girls, and if they had dimples when they smiled, she liked them even more.

The girl huffed and puffed as she ran up to Qiao Jingjing. She probably didn't exercise often; she'd only run about 50 meters before she was out of breath. Bending over and panting heavily, she pointed at Qiao Jingjing and said, "Oh dear, you're really hard to catch. I'm exhausted."

Qiao Jingjing looked speechless and asked, "Sister? You probably don't know me, why are you looking for me?"

Once she caught her breath, she straightened up and looked at Qiao Jingjing with a smile, her expression somewhat fawning. "Little sister, my name is Feng Pianpian. You know Jixiang Cloth Shop on East Street, right? That's where I own it."

Although Qiao Jingjing didn't know, it didn't stop her from maintaining a haughty demeanor. "Hmm, so what?"

"Hehehe, I've never seen this cloth bag you're carrying before; it looks quite unusual. Could you sell it to me?"

Qiao Jingjing roughly guessed that the other party wanted to buy it, take it apart, and study how it was made, probably thinking it was profitable. That's why business people have such sharp eyes. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Feng Pianpian had two tiny dimples when she smiled! It perfectly matched her aesthetic. A face like a silver platter, curved eyebrows and eyes, and two dimples when she smiled!

Seeing that Qiao Jingjing remained silent, Feng Pianpian assumed she was unwilling and quickly said, "I'm willing to pay a high price to buy it. Name your price!"

Qiao Jingjing's heart skipped a beat. This cloth bag really wasn't anything special, and she already had many more. Moreover, her space contained a lot of Hanfu and Tang/Song dynasty-style dresses. If she could collaborate with this shop, it would be another business opportunity. Her ability to open a shop on East Street was undeniable; opening another clothing store wouldn't be difficult.

Her eyes lit up, and an idea came to her. She decided to take this opportunity to get to know this interesting girl.

"If you like this bag, you can have it," Qiao Jingjing said with a smile.

Feng Pianpian asked curiously, "Give it to me?"

Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Miss, you can speak frankly."

Qiao Jingjing slowly began, "I wonder if Mr. Feng owns any clothing stores?"

"No, my family has been in the cloth business for generations."

Qiao Jingjing remembered that Hu Qingbiao seemed to be in the cloth business as well. So she asked again:

"How does your business compare to Boss Hu's?"

Feng Pianpian looked surprised, not expecting to hear her mention Boss Hu. At the same time, she showed great disdain for Hu Qingbiao.

"Hmph, that Hu fellow only took over his wife's family business because his wife's family was wealthy. Before long, he stripped his father-in-law of his power and took control of all the assets. My Feng family used to be on par with him, but now that Hu fellow doesn't follow the rules in business, my Feng family is indeed slightly inferior to him." In fact, Hu family had squeezed out many shops with despicable means. Otherwise, they wouldn't be in such a hurry to find a way out with a cloth bag.

Qiao Jingjing was amused. It turned out that her brother-in-law was following suit by not following the rules in business.

"Mr. Feng, if one path doesn't work, of course we should try another. What do you think?"

"This cloth bag is a gift for you. Consider the ready-made clothing business. If you are interested, come find me at Yilixiang in three days. I will bring the sketches with me. If you are not interested, that's fine too. Consider the bag a gift to you as a way of making friends."

Feng Pianpian readily agreed, "Okay, let's go try their new dishes."

After reaching an agreement, they parted ways. The Qiao siblings arrived at the Li family's house, where the carpenter and his son were already planing wood, and the object in their hands was beginning to take shape. After greeting them, they drove back to Daba Village.