In ancient times, iron products were regulated and relatively expensive.
A large iron pot costs a full 750 coins, a large soup pot costs 530 coins, and a kitchen knife costs 120 coins.
Jiang Wanwan bought a large iron wok for stir-frying, a large soup pot for stewing soup or cooking rice, and a kitchen knife.
These three items cost her one tael and four hundred coins.
However, from now on, you won't have to worry about leaking broth when stir-frying or stewing, and cutting meat won't be so difficult anymore.
Since they needed to buy other things, carrying them would be too inconvenient. So, Jiang Wanwan discussed with the bearded man that they would leave the pots with him for the time being and pick them up when they went home.
The burly man with the thick beard readily agreed.
After leaving the blacksmith shop, Jiang Wanwan led her second uncle on a leisurely stroll, eventually stopping in front of a shop called "Ruixiangju".
"Wanwan, this is a spice shop. What do we want to buy?" Uncle Jiang asked curiously.
Jiang Wanwan shook her head, "It's not buying, it's selling!"
Uncle Jiang: "..."
This niece of mine just loves to boast.
Uncle Jiang looked up and tsk, the other person's signboard was even gilded, it almost blinded him.
Then he craned his neck to look inside. The spice shop was luxuriously decorated. What could she possibly sell to the shop?
Before he could figure it out, his eldest niece had already walked into the shop.
Uncle Jiang immediately went into a state of alert. When his eldest niece was kicked out, that would be his chance to shine!
He followed closely beside Jiang Wanwan, his eyes wide open like two copper bells.
The manager of Ruixiangju was a woman who looked to be in her thirties. She wore an elegant dress, her hair was neatly tied up, and she wore light makeup, exuding a dignified and graceful air.
Liu Qing smiled gently and asked softly, "Young lady, what kind of spices would you like to buy?"
Jiang Wanwan shook her head, squinted her eyes, and smiled sweetly, "Pretty sister, my name is Jiang Wanwan. You can just call me Wanwan. I'm not here to buy spices, I'm here to sell things."
After saying that, Jiang Wanwan sweetly praised, "Sister, you are so beautiful! You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
Liu Qing was dizzy from the young girl's constant praise of her as a "pretty sister." She was already thirty-six years old, and her child was about the same age as the young girl in front of her, yet the girl called her a "pretty sister."
Tell me, which woman wouldn't be happy to hear that?
Liu Qing covered her mouth and chuckled, "Wanwan, stop teasing me. My child is already as big as you, so how can I still call him 'older sister'?"
"Huh? Is that so?" Jiang Wanwan covered her mouth, her eyes wide open. "But, beautiful sister, you look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who hasn't married yet. You can't tell at all that you've had a child."
Look at you, you don't have a single wrinkle on your face, your skin is so smooth and supple you could practically squeeze water out of it.
"Hehehe, you have such a sweet tongue, kid." Liu Qing's smile deepened, and it became more genuine.
Uncle Jiang, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed. "Who said there are no wrinkles? Can't you see those wrinkles at the corners of your eyes?"
She looks young, but she doesn't look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl at all. My niece is exaggerating her abilities to the skies!
Because of Jiang Wanwan's compliments, Liu Qing's smile became more genuine. "Wanwan, you just said you came here to sell something? What are you selling?"
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