Chapter 17 is so beautiful, it's a pity.
I sold five bottles of whitening liquid in one morning and earned four hundred coins.
At noon, Song Li packed up her stall and took Song Xiaoxiao for a walk.
"Just tell me what you want to eat."
She was looking for a place to have lunch, but couldn't think of anything to eat, so she asked Song Xiaoxiao.
Song Xiaoxiao looked left and right, and finally pointed to an inconspicuous little tea stall.
"Sis, I want to eat that."
Song Li looked in the direction she was pointing, a little disappointed, "Is that all?"
She just earned four hundred coins, plus the twenty taels she had stored in her space and the five hundred coins Zhao Youchang gave her yesterday. She's definitely a rich young lady now, right?
Eating at a tea stall for lunch? That's too much of a sacrifice!
However, Song Li was curious about what the tea stall tasted like, so she took Song Xiaoxiao over there.
Tea stalls don't just sell tea, just as modern bookstores don't just sell books; they also sell steamed buns and plain noodles.
Song Li sat down at the table and ordered two bowls of plain noodles.
The noodles were sprinkled with bright green scallions, and the aroma of the noodles mixed with the fragrance of the scallions, making them surprisingly tempting.
Song Li was also hungry, so she picked up her chopsticks and took a big bite.
Drink up, it smells so good!
Song Xiaoxiao ate without even lifting her head.
Having grown up in hardship, Song Li noticed that her younger sister cherished food and found everything she ate delicious.
While eating, Song Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her face, looked at Song Li with her watery eyes and asked, "Sister, that maid clearly wanted to buy more, why did you only sell her two bottles? And why did you tell her that her young lady was poisoned?"
Why not sell more whitening liquid?
Song Li smiled and said, "Because I want to do long-term business."
"Do you know whose sister that was just now?" Song Li whispered to Song Xiaoxiao, "The sedan chair had a sign that said the Tang family. The surname Tang is very rare here, but the head of the village is surnamed Tang."
“Telling her about the poisoning is a way to make a good connection. Anyway, applying whitening lotion is only a temporary fix for that lady’s complexion. I might as well tell her the truth and address her pain point.”
Song Xiaoxiao listened attentively and asked, "What is a pain point?"
Song Li thought for a moment and said, "It's about what customers urgently need but the market can't meet. It's like scratching an itch. You're clearly bitten on the right cheek by a mosquito, but I'm scratching your left cheek instead."
"If I scratch the itch that others can't, the lady will naturally remember my kindness. Wouldn't that be more beneficial than selling more whitening lotion?"
Song Xiaoxiao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
After teaching the child, Song Li felt a great sense of accomplishment and continued slurping her noodles with satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, Song Xiaoxiao suddenly posed a soul-searching question.
"Sister, how did you know the word 'soup' was on the sedan chair?"
Song Li was drinking noodle soup from her bowl when she almost choked.
"Cough...because..."
Just then, a mutton soup stall set up across the street, and she pointed to the flag hanging on the stall, saying slowly and deliberately, "Mutton—soup—"
"You have to recognize these two characters, otherwise you won't be able to find the right place even if you're craving something."
Song Xiaoxiao obediently said "oh" and silently memorized the words "mutton soup," but she was still puzzled.
She had never had the chance to crave meat soup before, let alone mutton soup; her sister really dared to dream.
Besides, do you have to be literate to find a mutton soup stall? Can't you just follow the smell?
The original owner's body was very thin and small, and she didn't eat much. She was already quite full after eating a bowl of plain noodles, but Song Li couldn't resist shifting her attention to the mutton soup stall across the street.
Watching the owner across the street chop lamb offal and simmer lamb bones to make soup, her mouth watered more and more...
It's been so long since I've had mutton soup... Oh wait, she only transmigrated three days ago, so it doesn't seem like that long ago.
But she had a feeling of being in another world.
Unable to resist swallowing, Song Li let her two unruly legs carry her to the other side.
"Boss, two bowls of mutton soup, please!"
...
After eating, Song Li didn't go back to her stall. Instead, she went to the grain shop alone and bought 500 jin of white rice to secretly store in her storage space.
—This world is not kind, she should save up more supplies.
After buying the rice, they took Song Xiaoxiao to a clothing store.
It was late autumn, and the weather was getting colder and colder. They were still wearing the old clothes they had taken out of He's wardrobe that day. They didn't fit well, but Song Li didn't know how to do needlework, and the original owner of this body hadn't learned it either, so they could only buy ready-made clothes.
The proprietress was very enthusiastic, "Come and see! Our newly arrived thick cotton-padded coats are on sale cheap, only fifty cents each!"
In ancient times, clothing was expensive, and when people were short of money, they could directly trade clothes, demonstrating its status as a form of hard currency.
New linen costs twenty coins per foot, cotton costs fifty coins per pound, and if you factor in the cost of needles, thread, and sewing, a cotton coat would cost at least one hundred coins.
Fifty coins is indeed cheap.
Song Li went over and took a look.
The clothes were made of slightly new fabric, with fine stitches and thick cotton stuffing, making them indeed good value for money.
However, the slightly worn clothes had holes and brand-new patches, indicating that they had been added later.
"This is?"
Song Li turned the clothes inside out and frowned as she looked at the holes.
The hole in the cloth was just a regular tear, caused by an arrow.
She had seen Zhao Youchang's arrows before, and had also practiced shooting in her previous life, so she recognized them.
"It's a dead man's clothing," the proprietress said bluntly without any hesitation.
"There's still a war going on in the north, otherwise why would the court keep conscripting soldiers all these years? These were taken from refugees who were killed by stray arrows. I have connections in the north, so I managed to plunder them."
Song Li paused in her grasp of the clothes, a chill running down her spine.
The proprietress, however, assumed she was disgusted by the clothes worn by the dead. So she pointed to a shelf next to her and chuckled, "I also have clothes worn by the living. They're taken off right before someone dies, so they're not unlucky at all. But the price is doubled. You and your sister can each have one."
"..."
In the vast wilderness of northern Xinjiang, the biting wind cuts the ground like a sharp knife, stinging one's face, while the heavy snow makes it impossible to open one's eyes.
A young girl struggles to escape through knee-deep snow.
Her father, mother, brother, and sister all died under the swords of the Tatar soldiers who invaded their town; she was the only one who managed to escape.
The girl braved the bitter cold and fled for her life in the snow.
Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind, and a blood-feathered arrow, a special weapon used by Tatar soldiers, shot out and pierced through the girl's frail body with a "thud".
The girl's body suddenly stiffened, and she fell forward onto the snow, dying instantly.
Half an hour later, the soldiers of the Great Yu army who came to the town to clean up the battlefield found the girl. Looking at her pale face, they shook their heads and sighed, "So beautiful, what a pity."
Another soldier next to him sighed, "That's right, this war has been going on for more than ten years, it's never going to end, when will it ever stop?"
Someone else asked, "They were talking about a ceasefire and peace talks a while ago, so why are they fighting again?"
"The terms of the peace talks were to exchange hostages with the Tatars, but our crown prince broke his promise and ran away while he was a hostage, which angered the Tatars."
The soldiers couldn't help but complain: "How can the Crown Prince be like this? Is it because he's afraid of death, and his life is his life, while we commoners should die for him?"
Just as he was complaining, a stern shout suddenly rang out from above, "Are you all tired of living? How dare you speak so recklessly?"
Everyone immediately shut up.
The Crown Prince is not the Emperor's biological son, but rather a remnant of the Emperor's elder brother whom the Emperor failed to eliminate after usurping the throne.
Anyone with eyes to see knows that while the Emperor appears kind to this nephew, he secretly wishes to eliminate him completely. Sending the Crown Prince to the Tatars as a hostage is a way of using someone else to do his dirty work.
But how could they possibly have the right to comment on such matters?
The soldiers silently cleaned up the battlefield.
One of them, taking advantage of others' inattention, secretly stripped cotton-padded clothes from the corpses—forcing him to leave his home and risk his life to fight on the front lines, forcing him to shut up and not criticize the government, but surely he could make some extra money through his own means?
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