Seeing that Song Xia didn't recognize him, the man lifted the counter panel and came out, saying, "You're a busy person, so it's normal that you don't remember me. I'm Fang Neng's elder brother, Fang Qin. This shop belongs to my father-in-law, and I'm the manager here."
When Fang Neng got married, he followed her to Peach Blossom Village to welcome her.
He was impressed by Song Xia because she had fallen down.
Startled, Song Qiu ran forward to help her while shouting.
"So it was you."
Song Xia was considering whether to switch to another shop for her custom-made item.
Fang Qin's gaze fell on the drawings in her hand and he asked, "Song Xia, what's this?"
"I…"
After hesitating for a moment, Song Xia asked, "Is your father-in-law here? I need to talk to him about something."
Upon hearing that she wanted to find her father-in-law...
Fang Qin told her to wait a moment while he went in and called Zhang Zhenghe out.
“Song Xia, this is my father-in-law.”
Zhang Zhenghe had already heard Fang Qin mention Song Xia, and he greeted her with a smile, "Miss Song Xia, please come in. Let's sit down in the back room and talk."
He was chubby and looked quite kind.
They treated her well.
We should be able to talk about it.
"OK!"
After Song Xia finished speaking, she followed him inside.
Fang Qin did not go in.
After sitting down in the back room for a short while...
One of Zhang Zhenghe's apprentices brought over tea and snacks.
Without eating or drinking, Song Xia went straight to the point: "Boss Zhang, I've come to you today to order seventy-five bunk beds from you."
"Getting in and out of bed?"
Zhang Zhenghe was somewhat taken aback.
Song Xia showed him the blueprints.
Zhang Zhenghe took it and his eyes lit up: "Miss Song Xia, did you come up with this bed yourself?"
"Um."
Song Xia answered without batting an eye.
Unlike other time travelers, she didn't say she saw it in some ancient book.
What if he doesn't believe it, and the ancient book is gone? What if he tries to steal it?
Zhang Zhenghe couldn't help but praise, "Miss Song Xia, you're truly talented! To think of such a bed. Not only does it save space, but it can also sleep another person. The bed has railings on all sides, so there's no fear of falling out of bed while sleeping..."
He will be like this.
As Song Xia had expected.
She asked calmly, "Mr. Zhang, can you make a bed like this?"
"Yes, yes, it absolutely can!"
Zhang Zhenghe answered incredibly quickly.
Song Xia then asked, "How much do you charge for making one of these bunk beds?"
Well...
Zhang Zhenghe said frankly, "Miss Song Xia, it depends on what kind of wood you use to make it. If you use better wood, it will definitely be more expensive."
"Just average."
Song Xia said.
Zhang Zhenghe met Song Xia's gaze and said, "Ordinary timber would cost about one or two taels of silver, so seventy-five sheets would cost seventy-five taels of silver. However, if you are willing to sell the blueprints to our shop, I will not only not charge you, but I will also give you money."
"Can!"
Song Xia has no intention of doing this kind of business, and for her, there would be no loss in selling it.
We'll see.
Zhang Zhenghe could have made it privately, but he discussed it with her instead.
This is evident.
He is a good person.
Zhang Zhenghe was wondering how to persuade Song Xia to sell him the blueprints, but he didn't expect her to agree so readily.
How much do you want to sell it for?
Song Xia raised one hand.
Zhang Zhenghe didn't haggle: "Fine, five hundred taels of silver it is!"
"make a deal!"
Song Xia said with a smile in her eyes.
No sooner had she finished speaking than a girl in a red dress rushed in: "What five hundred taels of silver? What deal? Father, who are you talking to?!"
"What are you doing here, girl?"
Zhang Zhenghe called her over and introduced her to Song Xia, saying, "Miss Song Xia, this is my youngest daughter, Zhang Qingluo. She is thirteen years old this year. I apologize for the trouble she caused you earlier."
Upon hearing this...
Song Xia smiled and said, "Your daughter is lively, cheerful, and quite adorable."
Listen to Song Xia praising himself.
Zhang Qingluo jumped in front of her immediately: "Beautiful sister, you have such good taste..."
Song Xia chuckled.
How do you know I'm older than you?
"You're taller than me, and you look better than me in every way."
Zhang Qingluo's eyes were fixed on Song Xia.
Zhang Zhenghe, watching from the side, couldn't bear to look anymore: "You little brat, what are you doing? Don't scare Song Xia."
"No way."
Zhang Qingluo stuck her tongue out at her father and said to Song Xia, "What are you selling to my dad? Don't let him fool you."
Zhang Zhenghe: "..."
It is said that daughters are like warm little cotton-padded jackets.
Why is his little darling's jacket leaking air?
Compared to his dark expression.
Song Xia found it amusing. Noticing that Zhang Zhenghe's expression wasn't very pleasant, she said, "I believe in your father. Although this is the first time we've met, I think he's a good person."
"Look at them, and then look at you. You're just a brat, you only know how to make me angry."
Zhang Zhenghe's expression immediately improved.
Zhang Qingluo grabbed Zhang Zhenghe's arm and shook it, saying, "Dad, I was just joking, don't be angry. In my heart, you are the best dad in the world."
"That's more like it."
Before Song Xia left, Zhang Zhenghe gave her a dressing table in addition to a five-hundred-tael silver note.
This dressing table is much nicer than the one she bought at another shop.
It would cost at least one hundred taels of silver.
afternoon.
As soon as Song Dong got home, he looked for Song Xia: "Second sister, second sister, where are you?"
"I'm here!"
Song Xia emerged from the garden.
Mimi climbed the tree very high and was too scared to come down, so she climbed up and carried her down.
She took good care of it; it was muscular and very strong, but it couldn't stay still and liked to run around everywhere.
He's the kind of person who's bad at the game but loves to play.
Song Dong came over and ruffled Mimi's hair, saying, "Second Sister, didn't I say we were going on a picnic? We hadn't set a date yet, but we finally did today. Master Luo said we could bring one family member. Second Sister, I'd like you to come with me. Would you like to?"
Whether in modern times or ancient times.
Song Xia had never been on a picnic before, so she readily agreed.
"Can!"
She then asked, "When are you going?"
"the day after tomorrow!"
After answering, Song Dong continued, "Master Luo said to bring whatever you want to eat, not too much, and you can also bring water and fruit. Go out for a day and come back in the evening."
Why bring too much but have to stay outside all day?
Could it be that they had someone prepare food for them?
Song Xia snapped out of her daze and said, "Okay, then we won't bring that much. Didn't you say you were going to make braised food to take with you? I'll go buy it tomorrow, and you can make it yourself when we get back. I'll be responsible for preparing water, fruit, and some snacks."
"good."
Song Dong can now make braised food, and it tastes pretty good.
There aren't that many chicken feet for sale in town.
Song Xia took some chicken feet, chicken wings, chicken legs, duck feet, and duck necks from her spatial storage, along with some eggs, quail eggs, and peanuts.
She planned to give all of these to Song Donglu.
When Cui Yunsu heard that Song Xia was going on a picnic, she was overjoyed. She not only had extra delicious food prepared, but also went to find her husband's eldest apprentice.
"Akihiko, Akihiko..."
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