Perhaps it was just psychological, but Qingyao felt that the area where her mother had applied the ointment was no longer itchy!
Jiang Yue put away the ointment and planned to go directly to the fabric shop to buy cloth.
She's been so busy lately that she's forgotten how hot the weather is. The children's clothes were bought in early spring; they're warm and sturdy, but not very breathable.
Upon arriving at the cloth shop, the shopkeeper greeted her. After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Yue noticed that Fangfang was not there, so she asked her about it:
"Shopkeeper, where's that young girl who usually serves me?"
"Ah, Auntie, you mean Fangfang? Her uncles and aunts have become successful and came back to town to look for her family. However, they found that her mother was seriously ill, so they took Fangfang's whole family away."
The shopkeeper told the truth and then went to attend to other guests.
"It's so sudden. I don't know where Fangfang was taken by her uncles. In this vast sea of people, it's probably hard to see her again."
Jiang Yue sighed. She really liked this girl. Qing Song had taken a liking to her and had planned to set them up after he finished his work. But now it seemed they were destined to be apart.
"Mother, will Sister Fangfang come to Peach Blossom Town again?"
Qingyao was a little sad. She was still thinking about seeing Fangfang and sharing her candy with her.
Most importantly, if my second brother found out, he'd be devastated.
"Alas, we will meet again if fate allows."
Jiang Yue sighed softly. "Let's choose the fabric first. Life has to go on, doesn't it?"
While fine silk fabric is smooth, it is not as breathable as linen.
While linen is breathable, it can chafe the skin, unlike cotton.
After much deliberation, Jiang Yue finally bought three bolts of slightly thinner pure cotton cloth and three bolts of linen.
Cotton was used for the lining, and linen for the outer garment.
The shopkeeper calculated that there were a total of 1,800 copper coins.
Seeing that he was a regular customer, he gave him a lot of scraps of cloth, and after a quick rummage, he found that it filled a whole sack!
"Thank you, shopkeeper."
Jiang Yue handed over a small piece of silver, about two taels, and while the shopkeeper was giving her change, she tied the sack shut.
She had only briefly mentioned the fabric she delivered to the old house last time to her two sisters-in-law, and the little cloth dolls they made turned out quite well. If she stocked up on some more, she could start selling them.
"You're welcome. These are all worthless things. Please use them if you need them, ma'am."
The shopkeeper had a very kind smile that made people feel comfortable.
This made Jiang Yue a little embarrassed. She thought to herself, if her sister-in-law's dolls could be sold, she would introduce them to this fabric shop to buy goods.
It's not impossible~
"Here's your change, please count it."
The shopkeeper counted out two hundred copper coins from under the counter and handed them to Granny Jiang.
"Yes, I hope your business is booming. We'll come again next time."
Jiang Yue put away the coins, packed the cloth into the bamboo basket, and, carrying the burlap sack in both hands, bid farewell to the shopkeeper...
After the people left, there were hardly any customers left in the shop.
The messenger asked the shopkeeper, puzzled, "Why are you being so polite to a village woman?"
"A village woman? Have you ever seen a village woman who throws around small amounts of silver?"
The shopkeeper stroked his beard, glanced sideways at the envoy, and muttered to himself:
"When that mother and daughter first came to our fabric shop, they were dressed in such shabby clothes. Now, in such a short time, their whole family buys their clothes from our fabric shop."
Judging by his eye for people, befriending him might bring unexpected surprises!
........
The mother and daughter strolled around for a while longer. Qingyao was sweating profusely. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked her mother:
"Mom, where are we going now?"
"We've bought everything. Let's go check on how your second brother's stall is doing."
Jiang Yue's back and hands were full. Seeing her daughter's rosy cheeks, she realized that she had been walking around for a long time and it was time to rest.
"Mhm."
Qingyao nodded, stood on tiptoe, and held up the clean side of the handkerchief to wipe her mother's sweat.
Jiang Yue obediently bent down, enjoying her daughter's filial piety.
Little did they know, this heartwarming scene was witnessed by someone in the teahouse who was paying attention...
"Brother Liu, the people of Peach Blossom Town under your jurisdiction are truly simple and honest. They are dressed much better than those in Ping'an Town. This makes me feel ashamed and unworthy of the people of Ping'an Town..."
"Brother Lu, please don't underestimate yourselves. You and I are officials appointed by the imperial court. Although our positions are somewhat low, as local officials, we can ensure that the people have enough to eat and live up to our conscience..."
Therefore, Zuo Yan said that the two officials were praising each other while being wary of each other, each secretly cursing the other as an old fox.
Little did they know, their children, who couldn't stand each other, had already run away...
"Liu Yunfei, I heard your grandmother has already started looking for a stepmother for your father. How come you still have the mind to go out for a stroll?"
The girl who spoke had a beautiful face with red lips and white teeth, and a bright and dignified appearance. However, her tone of voice was like a chili pepper, which was irritating.
The boy's face paled upon hearing this, then he shook his fan, sneered, and retorted:
"Lu Yingying, I heard that your mother has already started looking for a husband for you. Why are you still showing your face in public with your father?"
"you--"
"Hmph~"
The two were childhood sweethearts, but also bickering lovers.
From childhood, we disliked each other and would fight at the slightest disagreement.
It wasn't until they were eleven or twelve years old that their families became stricter and stopped them from fighting physically. But when it came to verbal sparring, neither of them would back down!
"A good woman doesn't argue with a man!"
"A good man doesn't argue with a wicked woman!"
The two glared at each other, then left in opposite directions.
The maids and servants exchanged glances, each seeing the helplessness in the other's eyes, and then each caught up with their master...
At this stall, more than half a bucket of cold noodles had already been sold.
Little Tiger and Little Horse are clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, while Green Pine is mixing cold noodles.
After Jiang Yue and her daughter arrived, they casually found a shady spot under a tree to sit and rest.
After Qingsong noticed his mother's figure, he shouted loudly:
"Mom, you're here. Wait a moment, I'll prepare this bowl of cold noodles and cut you a watermelon."
"good."
Jiang Yue was indeed thirsty, and upon hearing her son's words, she agreed.
I glanced at the sun and felt the scorching temperature, guessing it was around 34 or 35 degrees Celsius.
In this weather, it would be nice to have ice.
Of course, she only dared to think about it; she wouldn't actually make ice cubes.
"Oh, Miss, this place seems to sell liangpi (cold skin noodles) too. Didn't you want some? Shall I go buy you a bowl?"
"Young master, it's liangpi (cold skin noodles). We didn't get to eat it at the restaurant earlier, so I'll buy you a bowl to try!"
Suddenly, two pairs of mistresses and servants appeared at their feet. Upon closer inspection, the girl on the right was wearing unusual clothes, and the hair ornaments in her hair were extremely luxurious. She was clearly a young lady from a wealthy family.
The one on the left is the demeanor of a wealthy young master, and the jade pendant at his waist looks very valuable.
"It's you—"
"It's you again!"
The two masters both turned cross-eyed and glared at each other.
Jiang Yue looked at them and wondered if the two knew each other.
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