Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 170

"Don't leave yet, do you want someone to invite you?" Ding Laowu chased him away with a vicious voice.

Mrs. Li was looking forward to the fighting power of her elder brother and sister-in-law, but she didn't expect her family to be destroyed.

"Old Five, Xuewei must have something to do when she comes here, you should let someone finish the sentence anyway."

Ding Xuewei, who was about to turn around, just stopped in her tracks.

Ding Laowu suppressed his temper, stared deeply at the old mother, gritted his teeth and asked Ding Xuewei: "What's the matter?"

"I'll just come over to say hello. Mr. Jin sent me into the city to buy things, so there will be a delay." What's the matter with the sudden sympathy for him?

Ding Xuewei didn't hide his emotions, and Ding Laowu saw it at a glance.

She glared at her again angrily: "We drove the donkey cart, turn around and leave quickly, don't come here to waste time, and make Jin Lao and the others unhappy."

In the end, Mr. Jin and the others were unhappy. Ding Laowu spoke very seriously, and when he fell short, he asked Mrs. Li: "Is that right, mother?"

"...Yes." Li Shi, who was roasted on the fire, could only nod aggrievedly.

Ding Xuewei, who came here thinking of shame, just left, and the more he thought about it, the more angry Li Xiaojiu and his wife had noses not noses, and eyes were not eyes, taunting Ding Laowu and went to the fire.

It's warm there.

"Mother, please consider your surrounding environment first when your thoughts arise. Here, apart from dispelling the goodwill you have managed to maintain with your son these days, there will be no second result."

Before, Ding Laowu was quite thankful that he had such a reasonable mother as Li Shi, but now, he only felt that he was not clear enough to believe such foolish words as bad bamboos produce good bamboo shoots.

Ding Laowu was tired of saying some things, and he really didn't want to repeat them, so he just left this sentence and went back to his own business.

Today, he not only has to rush to collect money, but also has to break through his heart and try to shout.

Thinking of the actions of his uncle and aunt just now, he felt a little disgusted... In the past years, he didn't know how much saliva he had eaten from them!

When Ding Laowu was thinking about how to reject Uncle Li and his wife, Ding Xuewei and his group entered the city, and after sending the people directly to the market, the carriage headed towards Bazhen Building.

Ding Xuewei's visit to Bazhen Building was nothing more than to deliver recipes, and the shopkeeper Wu was already numb to the recipes she provided.

After signaling to the accountant, Xiaoer, he led the people to the back.

"It's a coincidence that you came here, just in time, tell me something for me, tomorrow I will take someone to pull the remaining dried plums."

Ding Xuewei didn't think he should ask how people do business.

"The mustard greens in the village haven't been confiscated yet."

The mustard greens have not been confiscated, so there are still dried plums.

"I asked carefully that day, and I will pull the rest later. Tomorrow, I will take people to take away the remaining land from last time. When it rains later, these dry goods will be unlucky."

"Then I'll go back and ask everyone to speed up and make the rest earlier."

Her urging and her own urging are completely different things. For this kind of favor, shopkeeper Wu felt that Ding Xuewei's action was more meaningful, so he nodded.

"How many delicious meals are you cooking today?"

"Today... I brought you something good." She said rather mysteriously.

At this time, it was already in the backyard, Ding Xuewei simply stopped, put down the back basket and took out the cloth bag.

She didn't say what good things she brought, but opened the bag silently.

"black pepper!"

With just one glance, shopkeeper Wu confirmed what he had seen, and immediately picked up a handful while breaking his voice.

"Bought it from someone yesterday?"

Although it was a question, there was some certainty in the question.

"Is she here?" Ding Xuewei asked in feigned surprise.

That she is a fake, and she knows better than anyone whether she has been here, so there is only one reason why shopkeeper Wu said this, the owner of the seed shop has been here.

For those who have never seen Pepper, it is not surprising to find someone to ask, but it is more convenient for him to ask.

Sure enough, I heard shopkeeper Wu say.

"It wasn't the little girl. The owner of the seed shop she went to came to find me. Although he knew about pepper, he had never seen it before."

From Ding Xuewei's attitude, shopkeeper Wu figured out that she already knew the value of pepper and planned not to give the result to the building. Therefore, he didn't ask whether it was sold or not, but was curious.

"How do you have so many?"

Ding Xuewei couldn't put it into words: "It's hard to say. Yesterday, when I was wandering in the city, I ran into a little girl who fell down with a heavy object on her back. I pulled her and helped me carry it for a while. When I turned around, the little girl dragged me and refused to let me go. Go, you will sell me her seeds..."

The story was told by her ups and downs, even Tian Chong, who had heard it again, fell again, let alone shopkeeper Wu.

After talking for a long time, he finally recovered his voice: "Good people are rewarded with rewards!"

Before, he didn't believe this.

"Yesterday, the boss sold me eight taels for a combined price of 450 taels a catty."

It's not that shopkeeper Wu doesn't want to give Ding Xuewei a good price, but that this price is already the highest price he can offer.

Ding Xuewei had already obtained a low price from Mr. Jin, and was extremely satisfied with the price of four hundred and five.

"Seven catties."

"Seven catties!"

Shopkeeper Wu couldn't believe his ears.

Entering 940 taels all of a sudden, Ding Xue was a little flustered, humming a ditty all the way to Linglong Pavilion.

But she was given rags yesterday, and today people are here, so Mrs. Zhang can't let her think too much.

Even though she knew it well, she was still shocked by the pile of clothes.

"Why do you have such a special idea!"

Whether it is the flag dress, the Ming system, or the Tang style, they are all very different from the Song Dynasty clothing styles that are extremely scarce in this world, but these different styles are so eye-catching.

"This quilt cover is even more..."

Mrs. Zhang has lost the ability to organize language.

Seeing her like this, Ding Xuewei knew that there must be unexpected gains again, pointing to various styles, he came to the explanation of Borrowing Flowers to Present Buddha.

The flag dress is dignified and majestic, suitable for wives and ladies to wear when dealing with business, while the Ming Dynasty dress is beautiful and soft, and it is most suitable for home wear. Tang suits are must-haves for those ladies who pursue the wind and weak willows, and want to be celestial.

"I don't even know how your little brain turns around."

These words were said by myself yesterday.

After one night of hard work, she figured out three styles, and each of them was in line with the various central ideas in her words.

Mrs. Zhang admires Ding Xuewei's hands-on ability. Looking at the clothes and bedding samples now, she has to admit that she not only has excellent hands-on ability, but also has first-class brain skills.

"Old rules, count the money?"

"It's all up to Auntie."

What Mrs. Zhang likes most is Ding Xuewei's generosity and understanding, and she immediately has a happy and satisfied look in her eyes.

"Bedding products have a relatively large extension space, so I will give you 20 taels. As for the design and color, five taels will be determined. Although there are only three styles of clothes, there are no interspersed between each style and series, so 30 taels will be determined."

"Okay." Ding Xuewei had no opinion at all.

It was originally estimated that it was only about twelve or so.

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