"Please, Miao'er, just help your uncle. Your aunt will kneel down for you, okay?" Song Yusun Miao'er was determined not to take the money and was preparing to use her self-inflicted suffering to coerce him again.

Sun Miao'er saw through this little trick at a glance and quickly stepped forward to stop her, "You mustn't, Aunt, you are Miao'er's elder. If you kneel down to me, I will die young!"

Sun Miao'er gritted her teeth. It seemed that these two big shots wouldn't leave without giving them some benefits today.

She suddenly remembered the few bolts of cloth in the house, which she had brought back intending to sell cheaply in the village. Now she could use them to deal with Song Rende and his wife.

So she turned around and went into the house, took out a piece of cloth, and said, "Uncle, your niece really has no money left, but there is still some cloth stored at home. Take a look, it would be good to take it and make two new clothes for my cousin."

The Song couple, who usually wore coarse linen clothes, held the cloth with great affection, as if it were a precious treasure.

"Niece, you're the only one who remembers your uncle. Our Hui'er would look great in this outfit!"

After seeing Song Rende off, Sun Miao'er checked the time and realized it was almost time to leave. However, when she arrived at the village entrance, she heard that the driver was ill and would not be able to come until tomorrow.

Sun Miao'er was worried about the business in the shop. She couldn't feel at ease if she wasn't in the shop for a day, for fear that something might have happened to Liu'er.

But since she had nothing else to do and still had a few bolts of fabric at home, she simply took them out and set up a stall at the village entrance.

Many villagers passed by, but almost none stopped to inquire.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've still seen pigs run, right? Everyone knows that such good quality pork is something they can't afford.

Thinking of this, Sun Miao'er simply started hawking her wares on the street, "Five coins a inch, those who want to see can take a look!"

She didn't bring the materials to the countryside with the intention of making money. They were all unwanted, unsellable materials in the city, but out of reach in the countryside.

"Sold by the inch?" The village woman stopped in front of the stall, carrying a vegetable basket. She had always bought cloth by the foot, and this was the first time she had heard of it being sold by the inch.

Moreover, it only costs five coins per inch, which is more expensive than linen, but this is silk, which would cost at least seven or eight coins per foot in the city.

Sun Miao'er smiled sweetly at the woman, "Yes, sister-in-law, look, I'll measure out as much as you like, it's a losing proposition for me."

The woman was somewhat tempted. She couldn't afford to make a dress herself, but buying some things to sew a belt or a sachet would be nice.

"Then I'll take this much." The woman gestured with her hand, and Sun Miao'er picked up the scissors and cut it off for her.

The news that they could buy as much as they wanted spread like wildfire throughout the village.

Sun Caiping led the women who had previously learned embroidery skills from her to come over. Since they had come across some excellent fabrics, they all bought some.

By nightfall, most of the cloth they brought had been sold, and their purses were full of copper coins. The clinking of the coins made a particularly crisp sound, which pleased Sun Miao'er greatly.

When she got home and counted the money, she was surprised to find that it amounted to five or six hundred coins, which was something she never expected.

Anyway, this wasn't something she personally purchased; it was all bought by someone surnamed Xie sometime in the distant future. Now, she's finally realizing the final value of this batch of fabric.

When she returned to the city, the shop unexpectedly took a turn for the better. If it weren't for those two gilded characters, she would have almost thought she had come to the wrong place.

There were so many people outside the shop!

Looking out, she heard Xiaoman's voice coming from the crowd, "Everyone, feel free to look around, buy what you like, don't miss out!"

Sun Miao'er frowned; it was Xiaoman calling out!

As she got closer, she noticed that Liu'er was busy packing things up at lightning speed, while Xiao Ning was keeping track of the accounts, keeping meticulous records.

"Xiaoman, what's going on?" Sun Miao'er hadn't recovered from the sudden influx of customers yet, and all she saw was a pile of gleaming silver coins being thrown into the money box.

This was the best business she had ever managed since taking over.

She noticed that each of those people was holding a piece of paper.

She suddenly remembered that it was a doodle she had made casually a couple of days ago when she was planning the opening.

After all, flyers can be a very powerful form of advertising in the 21st century, but she was too unconfident about her doodle skills at the time, so she just casually put the paper down.

But why are there so many more now? Almost everyone who comes gets one!

Looking at the characters above, they are written much more neatly than mine.

While greeting the guests, Xiaoman explained, "Sister, the other day when I went to find a pen, I saw this piece of paper. I thought I'd have Xiaoning write more so I could take it to the street and give it to others. I didn't expect so many guests to come all at once."

The grand opening promotion written in black and white was simply too eye-catching, and the phrase "located in Nanshi Rice and Grain Street" was also very representative.

Sun Miao'er used to think that being located inside a rice shop was a disadvantage for the store, but now it has become an advantage because it is unique and easy to find.

It has to be said that Xiao Ning's handwriting is really good; it would even be no problem for her to produce posters in the future. It is more neat than any printed font she has ever seen on the computer before.

"By the way, I heard your fabric shop also offers custom zodiac animal prints?" someone asked loudly.

Sun Miao'er hesitated to agree immediately. "Yes, but the shop hasn't officially opened yet. It's just a trial operation. If you want to buy, you can place your order now."

She dared not accept, firstly because she was afraid of attracting too much attention, and secondly because she was worried that too many orders would come in. Right now, the only embroiderer she could use was her aunt. What if her aunt couldn't keep up with the work even if she worked through the night?

"After placing the order, do I need to pay a deposit?" the person asked again.

Sun Miao'er replied with a smile, "It's up to you. Just give me three taels of silver."

"What if I pay the money and you can't deliver the goods?"

Sun Miao'er took out paper and pen, "Don't worry, everyone. As long as you place an order with me, I will sign a written agreement with you. If you really can't pay, you can take this contract to the yamen and sue me!"

"Is that so?" These people were surprised to learn that ordering cloth could involve signing a contract. If they couldn't pay the deposit, they could face legal trouble for paying just a small amount.

Sun Miao'er nodded, raised her chin, and tried to lift her head as high as possible, saying, "In business, integrity is the most important thing. You are my customers, so it is only right that I take responsibility. I am willing to use the contract as proof that I will definitely deliver on time."

Upon hearing this, several people became eager to participate. They took out their silver and placed orders with Xiao Ning. Xiao Ning wrote fluently and soon finished writing the contract, which they then signed in turn.