The family of three continued to walk inside. This time, Mrs. Ye finally stopped being so impulsive and regained her usual shrewdness.
She went from stall to stall asking prices, but she didn't buy anything.
"That stall owner just now was really mean!" After asking several people in a row, Sister Ye said angrily, "He still said his products were so cheap and cost-effective, but his products are clearly the most expensive!"
"So, you still have to compare prices from different stores." Old Master Ye said.
The three of them quickly followed the crowd to Ye Ersao, who was still selecting silk threads.
He didn't know what was wrong with her eyes, but Li Fu felt that she could distinguish the different shades of thread between two bundles of thread that looked exactly the same.
At first, the stall owner treated Li Fu with extra hospitality because he realized that Li Fu must be the manager of a wealthy family.
But they were soon impressed by Ye Ersao's abilities and became more respectful.
Mrs. Ye picked out more than twenty different colored threads in a row, and when she felt she had enough, she asked, "Do you have any embroidery needles or gold or silver threads?"
"Gold and silver threads are too expensive. I really don't have any here." The stall owner said as he carried out a large box from behind him. "But we have embroidery needles of all sizes and thicknesses."
Mrs. Ye took a look and said, "I want the thinnest ones. I'll give you fifty first!"
Mrs. Ye was startled when she heard this. She quickly looked at Li Fu's face and then leaned closer to ask Mrs. Ye: "Sister-in-law, what do you need so many embroidery needles for?"
She was worried that Ye Ersao would make Li Fu feel uncomfortable if she bought so many embroidery needles at once.
Before Second Sister Ye could explain, Li Fu quickly said, "Sister Ye, it's okay. It's just embroidery needles. Buy as many as you want. Are fifty enough? How about just a hundred?"
Li Fu knew clearly in his mind how much an embroidery needle was worth and how much was the skirt worth?
As long as Mrs. Ye can really mend the skirt, there's no harm in buying her the whole box, let alone the hundred embroidery needles.
The stall owner, however, understood the ins and outs of the matter and smiled as he explained on behalf of Ye Ersao, "I can tell from what you two are saying that you are not experts. The silk threads chosen by this sister are all the finest and finest. She must be embroidering something very delicate.
“So this needle must not only be the thinnest, but also the sharpest and most pointed.
“We can’t see it, but the people who use it know it well.
"After using the embroidery needle for a while, the tip won't be as sharp as when it was new.
"It's not a problem to embroider ordinary things, but if you want to embroider something delicate, you have to change the needle frequently, otherwise the embroidery will not be delicate enough."
Li Fu then realized that there was such a trick inside, and quickly said, "We want as many as you have here."
Mrs. Ye quickly stopped her and said, "You don't need so much. You can still send someone to buy more after you use them up."
The stall owner said politely, "Oh, what's the point of saying buy or not? Well, this lady wants fifty needles, and I'll give you fifty more. I'll also take you to buy some gold and silver thread."
He was calculating very carefully. Compared with the profit from the high-quality silk thread that Ye Ersao had just bought, this little embroidery needle was nothing.
What's more, if he takes them to buy gold and silver threads, the stall owner will at least give him a commission, so it's a sure win.
Li Fu didn't care about the amount of money and finally chose this stall simply because it had the most and most complete silk threads.
For him, being able to buy everything in one go and quickly go back to start mending the skirt was more important than anything else.
So Li Fu nodded and handed the stall owner a silver note, saying, "If you can help us buy all the gold and silver threads, we won't have to pay for the change."
The stall owner took the banknote and looked at it, and immediately smiled, thinking that he could make at least an extra ounce of silver.
He immediately put the banknotes into his pocket, called his apprentice to come and look after the stall, and he led the way swiftly.
The stall owner quickly led everyone to a small stall. The stall was run by a little old man, and there were only some embroidery needles, bamboo supports and other things casually placed on the stall.
The little old man was sitting with his back against a big tree, taking a nap with his eyes closed!
When Li Fu saw this situation, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.
But he also understood that one should not judge a person by his appearance, so he did not show it.
The stall owner seemed worried that people might think the old man was unreliable, so he quickly explained, "Uncle Zhang's skill in making gold and silver thread is absolutely the best in Tianjin.
"I'm not lying to you. You'll know once you look at the things."
"Uncle Zhang, a customer is coming. Hurry up and take out your gold and silver threads." The stall owner reached out and pushed Old Zhang.
Without even opening his eyes, the old man said, "No more!"
"Huh?" the stall owner asked in surprise, "Didn't you just make a batch? How come they're gone in just a few days?"
"It was sold out this morning!" The old man pulled down his hat impatiently to cover his face, waving his hands as if to shoo away a fly, "Go away and leave me alone."
Upon hearing this, Li Fu quickly stepped forward and said, "Uncle, could you please make some more gold and silver threads? We need them urgently, so money is not a problem..."
Before he could finish his words, the stall owner quickly tugged at his sleeve.
Li Fu stopped talking in confusion, not knowing what he had said wrong.
The old man suddenly took off his hat, opened his eyes and looked at Li Fu, and said angrily: "What's the matter, is it so great to be rich?
"I'm not short of money, and I don't care about your dirty money!
"Hurry up and leave! Even if I have gold and silver thread, I won't sell it to you!"
Only then did Li Fu realize that he had said something wrong and angered the old man.
But he didn't know that the old man had this taboo, which was really unfair to him.
"Master, I'm sorry. I said the wrong thing in a moment of haste. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me!"
It’s a pity that the old man was very stubborn. He packed up his stall and was about to leave with his bag.
Seeing this, Li Fu was extremely anxious and looked for help to the stall owner who led them here.
The stall owner looked helpless and shook his head, saying, "Uncle Zhang is very stubborn and no one can persuade him. Why don't you tell me where you live? If he makes something new, I'll let you know."
Li Fu was dejected, wondering how long he would have to wait.
But he still gave the stall owner the address of the inn, and then asked, "Do you know of any other places that sell gold and silver thread?"
The stall owner said, "Uncle, I definitely know, but Uncle Zhang can't be the only one selling this thing.
“But I won’t hide it from you. Looking at the silk thread you just bought, I know it’s not an ordinary product.
"Except for the gold and silver threads made by Uncle Zhang, I'm afraid the craftsmanship of others is not worthy of your things."
Upon hearing this, Li Fu couldn't help but sigh.
Is it possible that the good luck that has been accompanying the Qin family recently will come to an abrupt end here?
Qingtian, who was held in Boss Ye's arms, suddenly said, "Mom, why do you always poke me?"
Her voice was so crisp that it attracted everyone's attention.
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