There is no need to pay an entrance fee to enter the city, which is different from what Qian Chunhua knew from the novels he read before traveling through time.
When she arrived in the county town, Qian Chunhua decided to take the opportunity to choose a new pair of shoes for each of her two children.
On the way to the county town, Qian Chunhua carefully observed and found that Zhao Qingyun was wearing cloud-head brocade shoes. The shoes were gorgeous and warm, and could be considered the best and most fashionable shoes of that era.
There is no need to buy new clothes for Zhao Qingyun for the time being, but buying new shoes for Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling is a top priority.
In addition to shoes, Qian Chunhua also wanted to buy clothes and quilts for them.
She wanted to give the best things to these three children who came through time travel.
Of course, considering that the family has not yet split up, Qian Chunhua cannot be too ostentatious.
This time, she decided to buy only shoes, and as for the rest, she would plan it slowly later.
Qian Chunhua walked hurriedly, looking around, and finally, she found a clothing store.
Walking into the store, she glanced at the clothes hanging on the racks. The colors were dull and the styles were old-fashioned, which obviously could not meet her needs.
"Madam, do you want to buy some clothes for your family?" The shopkeeper noticed Qian Chunhua's eyes and took the initiative to ask.
Although Qian Chunhua was dressed simply and looked like an ordinary country woman, the shopkeeper was still keenly aware of her dissatisfaction with those clothes.
This made him very interested in Qian Chunhua's identity.
Qian Chunhua nodded and pointed to a pair of cotton shoes for children. "Please show me those shoes."
In her opinion, it doesn’t matter whether the style of the shoes is good-looking or not, the most important thing is to wear them warmly.
She couldn't bear to let the children suffer from the cold because they had no shoes.
"Madam, do you want to buy shoes for the son or daughter of your family?" The shopkeeper asked tentatively, trying to get some information from Qian Chunhua.
Qian Chunhua smiled and thought that the shopkeeper was quite good at talking.
I dress so casually, how can I be worthy of being called a lady?
"Buy shoes for my son and daughter. Please give me a pair for each, one is three years old and the other is six years old." Qian Chunhua was satisfied with the shopkeeper's attitude, so she continued.
She took the shoes and tried them on, and when she left home in the morning, she measured the child's size.
The two pairs of shoes were priced at one hundred coins each. Qian Chunhua paid a total of one hundred coins and bought new shoes for the two children.
In this era, most people are used to buying materials and making their own clothes and shoes. Few people buy products directly, so the prices of shoes are generally high.
However, Qian Chunhua did not have much time to worry about these trivial matters.
Nanzhou County, a small but well-equipped county, consists of only five streets.
These streets are bustling and bustling, with many shops, from clothing stores to cloth shops to grocery stores, all of which reflect the vitality and vigor of the county.
Here, almost everything every family needs can be found.
Qian Chunhua strolled along these streets and visited these shops one by one.
Quilts were also on sale. After learning the price, Qian Chunhua left without hesitation.
Her purpose of this trip was not to shop, but to observe the goods for sale on the surface so as to cleverly "smuggle" the supplies in the space out.
After all, in this day and age, objects that are too modern are bound to arouse suspicion from others.
The grocery store is filled with a wide variety of items.
While looking at the goods, Qian Chunhua silently memorized this information in his mind.
As they left the county town, Qian Chunhua was suddenly attracted by a tempting aroma. She followed the scent unconsciously and saw an inconspicuous little restaurant standing quietly at the end of the street.
Although this restaurant is inconspicuous, it seems to encompass everything, and the mouth-watering aroma comes from the freshly baked meat buns wafting out of the store.
Qian Chunhua touched his rumbling stomach. The bowl of bland corn porridge he had eaten in the morning had already been digested.
Although there was food hidden in her space, she couldn't take it out easily at this moment.
So, she decided to satisfy her appetite.
Walking forward, Qian Chunhua bought two steaming hot meat buns, three cents each, a total of six cents.
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