Chapter 101: First Shopping in Ancient Times
Knowing that time was limited, Ran Qingxuan planned to go to Baoning Hall first and then buy the necessary items on the way back.
Although it is just a county town, it is close to the emperor's feet and is very bustling with traffic.
The hawking sounds on both sides of the road were endless, and Ran Qingxuan just looked around casually.
With the help of the original owner's memory, Ran Qingxuan would not be completely in the dark and not recognize the characters of Northern Qi.
The types of vegetables sold by roadside vegetable vendors are very limited. Apart from cabbage and green radish, there are also common vegetables like cucumber, loofah and beans.
When passing by a butcher's shop, Ran Qingxuan jumped off the donkey cart and went forward to ask the price. He found that pork was only twenty cents per pound, and spare ribs were even cheaper, at only ten cents.
Ran Qingxuan decisively bought a whole stalk of ribs, spending only over 500 coins. You know, her favorite dish is sweet and sour ribs. If these are stored in the space, it will be enough for her family to eat more than a dozen times.
The butcher's shop owner originally thought that she was a poor person who was reluctant to sell her pork because she was wearing coarse linen clothes. However, when he heard that she wanted a whole rack of pork ribs, he immediately chopped it into small pieces, packed it up, and enthusiastically put it into the donkey cart for her.
He looked as if he was afraid that if he was a step slower, Ran Qingxuan would give him up!
After paying the money, Ran Qingxuan went straight into a grocery store that looked quite large.
The shopkeeper looked up, said hello and looked at it casually, then lowered his head and wrote something.
Ran Qingxuan saw that he was busy, so he didn't say anything. He walked around the shop but only bought some ordinary pots, pans, and utensils.
I bought some more odds and ends, and then I walked to the counter and asked, "Boss, do you have oil-paper umbrellas and oil paper?"
The shopkeeper put down the pen in his hand, looked up and pointed to the corner.
"The oil-paper umbrellas are on the innermost shelf, and the oil paper is also there."
Ran Qingxuan didn't care about the shopkeeper's attitude. After all, it was obvious that this man had encountered some troubles. Anyway, she would just leave after buying things and didn't want to bother with other people's affairs.
After picking out ten sturdy oil-paper umbrellas, Ran Qingxuan searched for a long time but couldn't find the oil paper.
"Boss, it seems you've sold out of oil paper."
"Really? How much do you want? I'll go to the backyard warehouse to get it for you."
Ran Qingxuan thought about it and realized that the owners of the pork rib shops directly packed a large bag, so if she were to pack it herself, she would have to divide it into twenty-five to thirty portions.
Moreover, you might need to take out finished food in the future. After all, it is a consumable that will be thrown away after use, so the oil paper is essential.
"About a thousand or so."
When the shopkeeper heard that she wanted a lot, he stood up, greeted her, and went to the warehouse in the backyard to get the goods for her.
Ran Qingxuan walked to the counter with a bunch of things in his arms and waited. He accidentally left a thick stack of papers on the table with something written on it.
"Selling a batch of oilcloth at a low price, the price is negotiable...Liu's Store..."
After reading it, Ran Qingxuan's eyes lit up instantly.
After leaving Weishan County, it would take at least ten days or half a month to walk to the next city. If you have to sleep on the ground every night, it would be torture to death.
The weather will only get colder in the future. With this oilcloth, she can mobilize the women in her family to make a tent, which is definitely more comfortable than using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed.
Just as he was thinking about it, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen walked in from outside. Seeing Ran Qingxuan holding the goods, he looked around the shop.
"father?"
"Behind! Coming soon."
The young man greeted, walked into the counter, took a few gulps from the kettle, then walked out holding a thick stack of written notices.
"Wait a minute, little brother."
The young man thought Ran Qingxuan couldn't wait to pay the bill, so he turned back with the notice.
"Miss, are you in a hurry? How about I settle the bill for you first?"
"No hurry, wait until the shopkeeper comes out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shopkeeper came out holding a thick stack of oil paper. When he saw the young man, he immediately asked, "How is it? Anyone asking questions?"
"Alas... I've posted it everywhere in town, but no one has come to ask about it."
"I came back to drink some water and plan to walk towards the east city gate to see if I can meet a passing caravan."
Ran Qingxuan was curious. It was just a batch of oilcloth, but it was such a big store, so why did the two of them seem to be unable to sell it?
"Boss, you have such a big store here, why don't you just sell the oilcloth slowly? Why are you in such a hurry to sell it?"
The shopkeeper put down the oil paper, his face full of worry.
The son of the shop owner next to him sighed and said bitterly, "Miss, you don't know that this batch of oilcloth was originally reserved by someone in advance, but when the delivery date came, the person didn't come. When I asked, I found out that the merchant had already run away."
At this point, the shopkeeper suddenly looked painful, fell down on the stool and gasped heavily.
When the boss's son realized what was happening, he was so scared that he dropped the notice in his hand and went behind the counter to calm his father down.
When Ran Qingxuan saw this situation, he took out a small bottle of quick-acting heart-saving pills from his arms and poured out a few of them.
"Put it under your tongue quickly. Your father is so angry that he is acting crazy."
"What is this?" The man didn't dare to take it casually, and Ran Qingxuan could only explain that he was a doctor.
Only when he saw his father's face start to turn pale did the man take the medicine.
After a few minutes, the shopkeeper recovered and kept thanking Ran Qingxuan.
"I'm sorry to make you laugh at me, this is our own business, but that merchant is really abominable. Our whole family worked day and night to make this batch of oilcloth, and we hardly got a good night's sleep. I didn't expect... I didn't expect that he would just run away like this."
Ran Qingxuan thought that the shopkeeper probably had a lot of grievances that he couldn't express, otherwise he wouldn't have told these things to her, an outsider.
She was very interested in these oilcloths, but she didn't know if they were the kind she wanted.
"Shopkeeper, the oilcloth you mentioned is used to make umbrellas?"
The shopkeeper didn't know what Ran Qingxuan meant, but because he had just helped him, he explained patiently.
"Oil-paper umbrella, oil-paper umbrella. The paper used to make the umbrella is oil paper, which is completely different from oil cloth. The latter is stronger and more waterproof."
Ran Qingxuan became excited immediately when he heard this.
"Could you please show me the oilcloth?"
"Girl, please don't make things worse. We still have to go out and find a buyer. We don't have the time..."
"How do you know I won't buy it after seeing it? Young man, this is not how you do business." Ran Qingxuan looked at the young man who was getting a little impatient because of his anxiety, and said in a deep voice.
The shopkeeper is more experienced than the young man. Although Ran Qingxuan is not dressed well, from her words and actions, it can be seen that she is not an ordinary person.
"Don't be upset, young lady. My son has a short temper. I'll get it for you right away."
"Dad, I'll go!"
The young man's face felt a little hot, and he walked to the backyard with his head down. In a moment, he came out holding two pieces of oilcloth.
"Look, young lady. This grey oilcloth is light and easy to carry. It won't burden the horses if you use it to cover the goods. It is also very waterproof."
Ran Qingxuan took a look and then looked at the other black one.
Seeing that she had no interest in the gray one, the shopkeeper directly unfolded the black oilcloth and introduced it.
"This black oilcloth is specially made. It is more than twice as thick as the gray one. It is stronger, more durable and more waterproof."
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