Originally, Su Guangfu thought that his eldest daughter would ask for rouge and powder, or clothes and jewelry. After all, girls of thirteen or fourteen like these beautiful little things.

What's more, the family's conditions were really limited. Su Qingluan wore and used only the old clothes left by her previous adopted daughter. The daughter did not pick and choose, but was very understanding of her parents' difficulties.

Su Guangfu and Yang felt relieved but also a little guilty.

Therefore, as early as last night, the couple discussed that even if they didn't make much money from this stall, they would buy some new clothes for their eldest daughter.

In the end, Su Qingluan didn't want any of these things. Instead, she asked Su Guangfu if she could go to the blacksmith shop to take a look.

"What are you doing at the blacksmith's shop?"

"I want to see the prices of iron pots and kitchen knives." Although she knew that even the most insignificant ironware was extremely expensive in this era, she had no intuitive impression of the specific price or quality.

"Daya, you want to buy an iron pot? That will cost some silver!" Yang sighed.

Su Guangfu patted his wife's hand and said, "Daya only said she wanted to take a look, but didn't say she wanted to buy it. Don't worry, she has a plan in mind."

Su Qingluan understood that she did not have enough capital to enjoy herself now, so she had to build up her business first. Once the money came in, her life would catch up.

Several people came to a blacksmith shop. In fact, many of the iron tools here were used for hunting or heavy work, such as axes and sickles used for felling trees, which were sharp blades. Moreover, they were not cheap, costing at least four or five taels of silver, and more than ten taels. Su Qingluan was amazed by this.

No wonder there was an idiom called "suspecting someone of stealing an axe" in the past. In modern times, an axe is not something worth stealing, but according to the price of this era, it can be considered a considerable property.

Upon inquiry, I learned that the iron pots of this era were almost as good as modern wrought iron pots in craftsmanship, but the price was at least thirty or forty taels - probably because the smelting and shaping technology of this era was really limited, the efficiency was extremely low, and the cost was naturally high.

A kitchen knife weighs about 700 to 800 grams and is heavier than a modern stainless steel knife, but it is indeed much better than the copper knife used by the Su family now.

After leaving the iron shop, the group ordered a few bowls of soup noodles at a soup noodle stall. Su Qingluan took a look and saw that these so-called "soup noodles" were actually noodles. She picked up a piece and chewed it. It was indeed stretched repeatedly, unlike being pressed by a machine, and had a unique softness.

It’s a pity that refined white flour is still too expensive in this era, so the coarse flour used in this soup noodle has a somewhat rough texture, but it has a rich wheat aroma, which is not bad.

After leaving the noodle shop, I bought a handful of malt sugar for Su Xueyan.

The malt sugar was cut into small pieces and placed in an oil-paper bag. Su Xueyan held the oil-paper bag in one hand and took out a few pieces of malt sugar with the other hand and raised them up with difficulty: "Dad, Mom, Brother, Sister, you guys have some too!"

So who can refuse a well-behaved and sensible little angel? Su Qingluan sighed again: This little sister is so cute!

When they passed by a clay figurine stall, Su Xuanhe ran over and said to the old man making clay figurines, "Old man, I want a General Xiao!"

"Hey! A General Xiao! I just made one. Take it, young master. Ten cents for the favor!"

Yang followed behind and paid the money, and the old man handed it to her from the top shelf.

Su Qingluan saw that the clay figure was wearing armor and had an upright posture. Every detail of the armor plates and the expression on his face was clearly visible.

Although it is a clay figure, one can tell that the old man who made it has great skills. The figure's face has a solemn expression, as if he is about to go to the battlefield and open up new territory.

only……

"This general looks so young~" Su Qingluan sighed softly.

Unexpectedly, the old man who made clay figurines heard this and said with a smile: "General Xiao is not a young general, what a pity..."

Unfortunately, the old man didn't say anything. Instead, Su Xuanhe took the clay figurine and walked away with a look of longing on his face: "I heard that General Xiao joined the army at the age of thirteen, made many military achievements at the age of fifteen, and fought against a hundred people at the age of sixteen, and turned beans into soldiers..."

Su Qingluan listened with gusto at first, but then the more she listened, the more outrageous it became: stories of three heads and six arms, soldiers turning into soldiers by throwing beans, gods descending to earth...

This is probably some myth or legend...

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she gave up asking the question "Who is General Xiao?"

Seeing that his eldest daughter didn't want anything, Su Guangfu was unwilling to give in and forced her to choose one.

So Su Qingluan thought about it and finally chose a few seasonings that she didn't have at home and planned to go back and try them.

The family was in a hurry when they came, but they were very leisurely when they left.

When they got home, Yang sent her second son and youngest daughter to rest, and she took out all the copper coins and counted them carefully.

"Excluding the capital, we have earned nearly two hundred coins this morning!" Yang smiled so hard that her eyebrows were not visible, and Su Guangfu also smiled so hard that the wrinkles on his face looked like a chrysanthemum.

Although it was only about two hundred coins, Su Qingluan knew that for an ordinary farmer like the Su family, two hundred coins a day was a considerable income.

After all, in Huaxi Village, even if you do odd jobs for others, you can only earn four or five hundred coins a month.

The money earned by the Su family from setting up their stall in one day is equivalent to half a month's work for others. How could Su Guangfu and his wife not be happy?

"What a pity," Yang sighed, "the fields are so busy right now that we can't leave them alone. We managed to snatch a day's work yesterday, but it can't be like this every day."

"It's okay," Su Guangfu said, "If we can make the business work, we can hire villagers to do the farm work and we can set up the stall."

In fact, Su Qingluan had the same idea, so she also advised Yang: "We can hire day laborers first. If the business doesn't work out, we can pick up the farm work later, right?"

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!