Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow: "It all depends on Boss Qian's sincerity..."
Qian Mansheng gasped, weakly extending two fingers, then retracting them and raising three: "Three hundred, how about that?"
Mo Qingcheng lifted her foot, and Qian Mansheng gritted his teeth: "Five hundred taels, no more than that."
"Deal!" Mo Qingcheng smiled. Three hundred was the bottom line; the extra would be used to buy new clothes for the children.
Qian Mansheng took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the two signed the contract, pressing their fingerprints on it.
Shangguan Yichen's eyes flickered slightly. His mother came out and transferred five hundred taels?
Good heavens! When did money become so easy to transfer?
Qian Mansheng felt a pang of regret, so he packed a basket of pastries and personally delivered them downstairs.
Mo Qingcheng waved her hand, indicating a pleasant cooperation. She walked to the carriage amidst the waiter's sincere smile and casually rewarded him with a tael of silver.
The waiter was overjoyed and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you for your generous gift, Madam!"
He looked up and saw two fierce eyes staring at him, which startled the waiter.
One-Eyed Dragon lifted the carriage curtain, and Mo Qingcheng and Shangguan Yichen boarded the carriage, instructing them to go to the Lin family's shop.
Lin Feifei was surprised to receive a gift from Mo Qingcheng: a plate of braised pig liver and a plate of pig's head meat.
Unexpectedly, three days later, these two items became a sensation in Yutang Town, and their fame even reached the capital...
After a private conversation with Lin Feifei, Mo Qingcheng, carrying a bag of magical seeds, headed straight for Fengyuan Cloth Shop. The shopkeeper was Lin Feifei's best friend, Beigong Lan, the eldest daughter of the incredibly wealthy Beigong family in Qingli Kingdom.
Bei Gonglan is a cold beauty. Fifteen minutes ago, Lin Feifei's personal maid came to deliver a message that Madam Mo had come to buy cloth, and would offer as many discounts as possible regardless of the quantity purchased.
Mo Qingcheng and her son received a warm welcome, leaving the embroiderers and shop assistants in the fabric shop dumbfounded. Was this still the usually cold and aloof Miss Beigong?
Could it be that someone replaced its core?
Although this was just hearsay, the young lady's behavior today was very unusual, which made people suspicious.
Sincere cloth was too expensive, and the style didn't suit her taste. Mo Qingcheng then discovered that white cotton cloth was only four copper coins per foot, which was incredibly cheap. On a whim, she ordered ten bolts in one go.
Coarse cloth is a bit more expensive, six coins per foot, so I bought twenty bolts; it'll be more comfortable to wear for work.
Silk cost twenty coins per foot, and I ordered four bolts.
A bolt of cloth is about forty feet long. Mo Qingcheng bought some scraps of cloth and took out ten taels of silver.
Shangguan Yichen frowned slightly. His mother was really extravagant; her clothes... seemed too old...
The shop assistant and the one-eyed man loaded the cloth onto the carriage and headed straight for Fang Yidao's butcher shop.
Fang Yidao and his sister were chatting when they saw Mo Qingcheng and immediately came to greet her warmly.
“Pretty sister, Mother wants you to come home no matter what.” Fang Lian grabbed Mo Qingcheng’s hand, afraid that she would run away.
Mo Qingcheng was both amused and exasperated: "Alright, I'll go with you to visit your aunt."
Fang Lian stuck out her tongue: "Little brother, you and your brother wait here..."
Shangguan Yichen's eyes flickered slightly, his face displeased. Who would want to steal his mother?
snort!
Fang Yidao tried to find a topic to talk about with Shangguan Yichen, but the conversation died down after only a few sentences, leaving an awkward silence.
The one-eyed man glared fiercely at Fang Yidao, his warning clear: "Kid, if you dare touch a single finger of my young master, I'll make you go find the King of Hell to drink tea."
After an incense stick had burned, Fang Lian skipped back, grabbed Mo Qingcheng's hand, and returned with a beaming smile.
"Big brother, Mother said we don't need to pay for today's meat..."
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Little girl, your ability to lie through your teeth is beyond my ability to match... This instructor can't even begin to comprehend it.
Fang Yidao didn't press the issue, but instead carried the remaining meat onto the carriage, waving his hand and saying, "Lady Mo, it's dark and the road is slippery, let's hurry up and go."
Mo Qingcheng, filled with gratitude: "..."
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