The girl in front of him was well-dressed. The shopkeeper was well versed in business and did not want to offend anyone, so he discussed with a smile.
"Okay, then hurry up!"
This petal-shaped bamboo fan was Chen Xinli's last thought last night. Only twenty were made, in three color series: light blue, light purple, and yellow.
Mainly because it was too dark and the family had no money to light oil lamps.
She was in a hurry at the time, so she only cut the fan in the shape of sorrel, platycodon and sunflower, and finally hurriedly added the color of the stamens to the fan.
In the hot summer, cool colors can also bring coolness.
Although sunflowers are warm colors, I just want to keep it fresh, just in case someone likes it!
Nowadays, rich people use silk fans and cloth fans, while poor people mostly use large cattail-leaf fans.
The cost of a silk fan is much higher than that of a bamboo fan due to the exquisite materials and embroidery craftsmanship.
The cost of a bamboo fan is comparable to that of a large cattail leaf fan, with only differences in dyeing and shape. However, its beauty is comparable to that of a silk fan or a cloth fan.
This bamboo fan is suitable for a wider range of people.
Chen Xinli believed that this business would definitely succeed, and the only thing left was how to negotiate.
Although the boss didn't express his interest in the bamboo fan in words, Chen Xinli still felt familiar with his eyes that were glowing secretly.
Businessmen are all good at disguise.
I just heard the fat shopkeeper say, "Little sister, how much is this bamboo fan?"
Chen Xinli was silently happy: I am familiar with this question, I am specialized in sales.
After several rounds of negotiations, the deal was finally concluded at a price of twelve cents per handle.
When he came, he brought a total of 63 bamboo fans. He sold eleven of them in Shitou Town, gave one to the kitchen of Mr. Li's family, and kept one for the middle-aged man who had heatstroke. From the fifty fans, he made a total of 600 coins.
As for why the price increased by another four cents?
It took them an entire afternoon to walk from Shitou Town to the county town. Doesn't that cost money?
Didn’t she strain her eyes when she colored the stamens last night?
Cost! Cost!
These are naturally included.
As for the young lady who had taken a fancy to the bamboo fan, Chen Xinli smiled and helped her negotiate a cost price with the fat shopkeeper, so she could buy it directly for twelve cents.
What if she can recommend it to other friends? Wouldn’t that be promoting herself invisibly?
Chen Xinli silently made her calculations and watched the young man counting the money with a smile.
Holding the five hundred coins he earned from selling bamboo fans, Shen Fuyou felt like his legs were shaking.
Just today, is the Shen family going to make a comeback?
Did he dare to think that he could earn more than one or two taels of silver in one day?
I dare not!
But I am really holding these heavy copper coins in my hands!
This was definitely not a dream. Shen Fuyou let his nephew pull his arm hard until his arm turned red, but he still held the heavy copper coin.
Only then did he feel that everything before his eyes was real.
As for Shen Jinshan, he had gradually realized something from the time he watched his sister selling eggs in the morning to the time he followed his sister into the space in the afternoon.
The world of gods is omnipotent.
Now, he is no longer so excited about the money he earned from the bamboo fan!
Because his sister is the source of these changes, he must protect her.
From now on, even if he dies, he will never let anything happen to his sister!
Now is the season when bamboo fans are needed. Chen Xinli has already discussed with the boss that another 400 fans will be delivered in three days, and they will also be made into more diverse shapes based on patterns and colors.
After bidding farewell to the fat shopkeeper, the uncle and nephew went to the cloth shop again.
It was already getting dark, and there was only one clerk in the cloth shop, who was preparing to pack up and close the shop.
When he saw Chen Xinli and the others, he stopped what he was doing.
"Excuse me, how much is this fine white cloth?"
Chen Xinli touched the piles of fabric in front of her and chose to ask the price directly.
All the white cloth used to wrap the edges of the bamboo fans yesterday has been used up, and now we are in urgent need of various colored cloth strips and cotton threads for wrapping.
"Four fen a foot, and the dyed fine cloth six fen a foot."
Chen Xinli looked back and saw that the young man was a boy about ten years old, the same age as his second brother Shen Yushan, but he looked mature and had obviously been doing this for some time.
Seeing that Chen Xinli was also looking at the dyed cloth, she also told her the price.
"Shunzi, why haven't you finished cleaning yet? You've been learning this for so long, and you're still so slow!!!"
A sharp and shrill voice sounded, and Shen Xinli suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"Almost there, boss! I'll be done with it in no time!"
After the young man replied, he looked at Chen Xinli and the others, his eyes full of desire.
It seemed that if he couldn't sell anything today, he would suffer some bad things.
The shopkeeper came out from the inner room and saw that the people in front of him were dressed in rags. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he glared fiercely at the waiter named Shunzi.
Chen Xinli said calmly: "Give me ten feet of fine white cloth."
Considering the aesthetics, I bought some cotton thread to make tassels of the same color. It doesn’t cost much, but it can make the bamboo fan a step up.
She had already seen some scars on the man's arms, some of which were fresh. Although she felt bad, she could do nothing about it!
Human joys and sorrows are sometimes shared, especially among the lower classes.
Now that she can't even take care of her own family, how can she have more energy to take care of others!
"Okay," the guy wrapped the cloth neatly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.
Thinking that no one in the two families had clothes without patches, Chen Xinli looked at the cloth beside her.
I learned that homespun cloth cost three cents a foot, so I bought ten feet each of blue, navy blue, and black cloth, along with white cloth and cotton thread, spending a total of about one hundred and thirty cents.
When the clerk saw the visitor buying so much cloth at once, he immediately grinned, but Chen Xinli felt so heartbroken.
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