Zhang's eyes widened: "Mother, such small steamed buns cost five coins each? How can anyone sell these?"
Liang Shuyan glanced at Zhang Shi: "You're undermining your own prestige while boosting the morale of others. Tell me, why aren't our steamed buns worth this price?"
Jin Dashan leaned over and said, "Mom, I think this price is reasonable. Not to mention that it's not easy to draw on the surface with a needle, the important thing is that our little steamed buns are made of pure fruits and vegetables. They are beautiful and exquisite, and they will definitely sell for a good price!"
For modern people, these all-natural green foods are the most advocated, but it's hard to say whether people in ancient times would think the same way. Let's try them first.
"Beautiful and delicate colorful little steamed buns! Come and take a look! They're only five coins each, and the first 10 customers get one free!"
Liang Shuyan used modern sales stimulation methods and chose this approach. She wanted to see how many people would buy it. As long as people bought it, she wouldn't have to worry about it not selling!
Everyone was curious: "What kind of colorful steamed buns?"
"Colorful" was a novel word in ancient times. They had never heard of it before and had never known what colorful steamed buns looked like. They all crowded around, completely surrounding Liang Shuyan and the others.
"What colorful little steamed buns? Can we take a look?" A man wearing a purple robe and a woman in a pink dress were by his side; they were clearly from a wealthy family.
Liang Shuyan said with a smile, "Of course! Please wait a moment, young master and madam!"
Liu skillfully stepped forward and moved the steamer aside. Inside, the steamer was filled with small, colorful steamed buns of various colors. The man exclaimed in surprise, "What? You actually have such beautiful steamed buns? How much are they?"
"Young master, five coins each!"
"Such a small steamed bun, and you're asking for five coins? Are you extorting me?" The man glanced at Liang Shuyan with disdain.
Liang Shuyan politely stepped forward and handed the young man two small steamed buns she had taken from the plate: "Young master, please don't say our steamed buns are expensive yet. You can first carefully observe how our steamed buns are different from others and why they can be sold at this price before you speak."
The man picked up the plate and looked at it, only then noticing the exquisite patterns drawn on the steamed buns with a needle tip. He gasped, "There are actually people in this world with such skill, able to carve such exquisite patterns on steamed buns with an embroidery needle? Well, I didn't see it clearly before. These steamed buns are simply national treasures! So exquisite! Five coins, what a bargain! Give me those ten!"
The woman pointed at the steamed bun with her long, slender fingers and said, "Oh my, this is no ordinary steamed bun, it's a work of art. Even if I were to hold it in my hand, I wouldn't have the heart to take a bite."
The conversation between the man and woman immediately attracted a large crowd.
A woman, looking somewhat haggard, came over and glanced at the steamed buns that Liu had taken out of the steamer. She was so surprised that she covered her mouth in astonishment: "My God, there are such skilled craftsmen in the world! They can make such beautiful steamed buns!"
"I want 20 of them! I want to take them home for my in-laws to try!"
Liang Shuyan then said to Liu Shi, "Okay, just a moment, I'll pack it up for you right away!"
The woman then handed one tael of silver to Liang Shuyan.
Seeing so many people crowding around to sell his steamed buns, Jin Dashan's confidence soared, and he shouted loudly, "Beautiful and delicious little steamed buns! Five coins each! Don't miss out!"
In no time at all, the entire steamer of small steamed buns was snatched up by the crowd that had squeezed in.
Liang Shuyan was happily counting the silver in her purse when she heard the sound of hooves behind her, and a carriage came speeding by.
A man, about 1.6 meters tall and rather overweight, jumped down from the carriage. Seeing Liang Shuyan's donkey cart, he quickly walked over and said, "Are you the woman who sells colorful steamed buns? We'll buy all your buns!"
Liang Shuyan could tell that this man was arrogant and didn't take her, a peasant woman, seriously at all. Naturally, Liang Shuyan wouldn't take his words to heart.
"I'm really sorry, our steamed buns are all sold out!"
"If it's sold out, can't we pre-order?"
Liang Shuyan glanced at the man and said indifferently, "They're sold out, so there's no need to pre-order. Besides, these colored steamed buns take quite a while to make, so we can't make them all in a short time. Sorry!"
Jin Dashan's face turned deathly pale: "Mother, how could you ruin such a good business?"
Madam Liu shook her head: "No, Mother has her own reasons. It's obvious that this man is arrogant because he's rich and powerful. He's clearly not a good person. Mother is rejecting him for our future benefit!"
"You two, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and pack your things. We're going to buy some things and head back while it's still early!"
Liu said "Oh," and turned around to tidy up the steamer. Dashan drove the donkey cart over. Liang Shuyan seemed to suddenly remember something. She glanced at Liu and instructed, "Second son's wife, wait on the donkey cart for a moment. I'm taking your eldest brother to run some errands. I'll be back soon!"
Although Liu was somewhat reluctant, she still nodded in agreement.
Da Shan looked puzzled: "Mother, where are we going?"
Liang Shuyan glanced at Jin Dashan and said with a smile, "Do you know why your mother brought you to town?"
"Wasn't it to sell steamed buns and catch the cart?"
"Mother is going to take you somewhere, to see the place you want to see!"
Jin Dashan was completely confused and didn't ask too many questions, so he followed Liang Shuyan to a tailor shop called Xiao's Tailor Shop!
A row of luxurious carriages were parked at the entrance, carrying young ladies and wives of wealthy people. Jin Dashan glanced at his tattered clothes and asked with some confusion, "Mother, are you making clothes for Dashan?"
Liang Shuyan didn't say anything and continued walking inside.
A servant glanced at Liang Shuyan and Jin Dashan's attire, looking somewhat disapproving, but still didn't stop them and let them in.
Upon entering the tailor shop, one sees various kinds of silks and satins hanging on the walls. In front of a rectangular table sits a man, holding scissors and rapidly cutting the fabric.
Sitting opposite me was a man who looked to be in his fifties, holding a paintbrush in his hand, as if he were drawing something on the paper.
Jin Dashan finally understood why his mother had brought him to such a place. His eyes were fixed on Liang Shuyan as he earnestly said, "Mother, Dashan, Dashan..."
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