Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Liu was a little confused about Mo Lan's meaning, but she knew that Mo Lan was definitely not the kind of person who would make trouble unreasonably, so she pretended to be helpless and agreed.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the front to pick out some cloth," Madam He said with a beaming smile.

"I won't go up there, it's all men. My grandparents said that women shouldn't let men stare at them." Mo Lan feigned a shy demeanor.

The woman leading the way stumbled. This girl must be only 8 or 9 years old. She won't even let a man look at her. What's there to look at now?

"How can we choose if we don't go to the front?" Madam He was somewhat helpless about Mo Lan.

"Don't you have a warehouse? Can't we go there to choose?" Mo Lan asked.

“Of course there’s a storeroom, but is it really necessary to go to the storeroom for just one bolt of cloth?” Madam He was somewhat reluctant.

"Oh, since you don't want to sell, then forget it. Aunt, let's go look at other cloth shops, or we can use the money to buy food." Mo Lan seemed a little disappointed. She pulled Liu Shi up to leave.

"Don't go. I'll take you there. But the storeroom key is with our manager. Chunlu, go find your manager and get the key." Madam He was unwilling to give up the money that was already in her grasp.

"Okay, then we'll wait." Mo Lan held Liu's hand and whispered to her with a smile.

"Hey, what do you need the storeroom key for?" It turned out that the shopkeeper had come with Chunlu.

"Isn't it that Sister Liu and Miss Lan wanted to buy cloth? They thought there were too many people in front and wanted to go to the storeroom to choose. I thought we'd known each other for so long, so I gave them a break. Why did you come along?" Madam He told her husband what had happened.

"Oh, well, it's not busy up ahead anyway, so I just came to take a look. Come on, I'll take you there," the shopkeeper with the mustache said as he walked forward.

Upon arriving at the warehouse, Mo Lan carefully examined the various fabrics displayed on several shelves. There were coarse cloths, cotton fabrics, and even fine silks and satins. The quantity wasn't excessive, but it was considered quite good for Shangchang Town.

There were several burlap sacks piled up in the corner, which seemed to contain what she needed for this trip.

Mo Lan looked around at each row of people, glancing at this one and then that one, her eyes revealing a strong sense of liking that could be felt by those around her.

"How much is this piece of silver?" Mo Lan asked, pointing to a piece of green silk.

"Five taels," Madam He answered first.

"And this one?" Mo Lan asked, pointing to a red one.

"Five taels." Madam He's smile remained unchanged.

"And this one?" Mo Lan pointed to the blue one.

"Five taels."

The shopkeeper with the mustache watched from the side, puzzled. What was his wife up to? These cloths usually cost only two or three taels of silver, so why was she asking for five taels today? Did they even have five taels of silver?

"Why are they all five taels?" Mo Lan asked curiously.

"Isn't it because you only have five taels of silver? We usually sell it for seven taels. We're so familiar with each other that I'm offering you such a low price. If I hadn't taken a liking to Miss Lan, I wouldn't have sold it to you at a loss," Madam He said sincerely.

Mo Lan cursed inwardly, "What are you going to compensate me for? Do you think we're easy targets?"

“Then let’s not buy it. My wife is such a good person, and I feel bad that you’re losing money. Grandma taught me not to be an unjust person. Aunt, let’s go.” Mo Lan reached out to pull Liu Shi.

"No, please, consider this my way of making you a friend. I'll accept any loss. Miss Lan, please choose one." Madam He was somewhat annoyed by Mo Lan's loyalty. Her chest heaved.

"But my wife is losing money. I still want to buy some snacks. If I buy the cloth, I won't have any money left to buy snacks. What should I do?" Mo Lan tilted her head and pondered, her eyebrows furrowing adorably, as if she was considering whether the cloth or the snacks were more important.

"Hey, what's in this sack? There's so much!" Mo Lan thought for a while, seemingly without an answer, then her eyes lit up as if she had discovered something fun, and she ran towards the sack.

"Slow down, those are just scraps of leftover fabric, nothing interesting. You should hurry up and choose your own," Madam He called out from behind Mo Lan, her face filled with anxiety.

Mo Lan ignored her and went forward to open the sack. Just as she had expected, it was full of scraps of cloth, of different fabrics and colors.

"Lanlan, don't be rude. Quickly apologize to the shopkeeper and his wife." Madam Liu followed Molan and scolded her with a stern face.

"Oh, Lanlan is just curious. I hope the shopkeeper's wife won't mind." Mo Lan made a face at Liu Shi.

"It's alright, it's alright. Children are bound to be naughty. They're just some cheap scraps of cloth, let her look if she wants to," the shopkeeper with the mustache said with a smile.

Madam He did not respond, but her eyes flickered.

"Manager He, I'm so sorry, my wife. I'm just a country girl who's never seen the world. Please forgive my rudeness," Liu said, bowing to the two of them.

"It's alright, Sister-in-law Liu, no need for such formalities," said Manager He, who had a mustache, hastily waving his hand.

"Lanlan, if you really want to practice, you can just buy these scraps of cloth. Using a whole bolt of cloth to practice is too wasteful," Liu said to Molan after thinking for a moment.

"Can these little ones even train?" Mo Lan tilted her head and looked at Liu Shi, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"So Miss Lan wanted to practice her skills? These scraps of cloth are perfect for that. They're not worth much anyway. Here you go..."

Cough, cough. Manager He's voice was interrupted by a few coughs, and Mo Lan knew without looking that it was Madam He.

Manager He looked at his wife with confusion and bewilderment, wondering what was wrong with her.

"Shopkeeper, these scraps of cloth are leftovers from good materials. We spent a lot of money buying them. We don't make much money to begin with, and if we give them away, how will our families eat?" Madam He looked as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"So your family is really struggling. Since the shopkeeper is going to give us these scraps of cloth, how about this, we won't charge you for your embroidered shoes, we'll give them to you as well." Mo Lan seemed moved by the couple's plight, speaking with a look of sympathy.

"Embroidered shoes? What embroidered shoes?" Shopkeeper He asked, puzzled. He frowned and looked at his wife.

"It's like this," Mo Lan explained to the shopkeeper in a clear voice. "My relatives brought back the latest shoe designs from the capital and made me a pair of embroidered shoes out of silk. But today, Madam Fang's second daughter took a liking to them and insisted on buying them, so I sold them to her at a discount. Madam Fang then ordered three more pairs. And my wife also ordered a pair."

"Oh? The latest shoe design! How much is a pair? Are they nice?" Manager He asked with great interest.

"It's alright, a pair weighing three ounces each," Madam He said casually.

"It's really beautiful. Madam Fang and the second young lady took a liking to it at first sight. I didn't want to sell it, but they wouldn't have it. The second young lady even said that she would win some kind of competition if she wore it." Mo Lan seemed unable to bear hearing anyone say anything bad about her things. Her little face was serious as she tried her best to argue.

"So nice? Why not order a few more pairs?" Manager He was puzzled by his wife's actions. Then it dawned on him—his wife's purpose in ordering a pair was probably just for the shoe design.