When Jing Xiaotian heard this, he felt secretly happy in his heart, but his face became tense.
He turned around and came out and took two pairs of shoes from Uncle Azhong's hand.
The shopkeeper took it and inspected it carefully.
He couldn't help but secretly wonder: "Sure enough, a master with such good craftsmanship among the people can be regarded as the first embroiderer in the workshop."
At this moment, a group of maids and women walked over, chatting and laughing, and in the middle was a young woman with beautiful flowers and tender skin.
When the shopkeeper saw him, he hurriedly said hello: "Grandma Qian, I have some free time today."
"Yes, have you got new goods in your store?"
Qian's grandma replied with a smile in a good mood.
The shopkeeper was about to answer, when a little girl of four or five years old, who was holding the young woman's hand, looked at the shoes in the shopkeeper's hand, quietly pulled the young woman's skirt and said, "Mom, these shoes are so beautiful."
When the young woman heard this, she laughed and said, "It's rare to find something that my sister can praise.
Come and take it over and have a good look at it."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he quickly offered it with both hands.
A woman over there had already taken it and handed it to Grandma Qian's family.
The young woman looked at it carefully and motioned to the maid to compare it with her sister's feet to see if it was suitable.
The mother-in-law asked: "How much do these shoes cost?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Jing Xiaotian quietly, and seeing his calm face, he said: "This is the first batch of goods sent by our new embroiderer.
Grandma Qian's family often comes here, and this batch is The first buyer of the goods, I will make the decision today and give Grandma Qian a discount.
What do you think of one hundred and eighty cents?
If these shoes are put on the counter, they cannot be bought without three hundred cents. ” After hearing what the shopkeeper said, the grandma of the Qian family took the little girl in her hand and walked around the cabinet.
Sure enough, she didn't see shoes that were better handmade than this one, so she motioned to the mothers-in-law to pay the money and bought both pairs.
Got it.
Before leaving, he also confessed: "When the embroiderer's shoes come back, I will pick some suitable ones and send them to my home.
My brothers at home will also wear them."
When the shopkeeper heard what she said, he looked at Jing Xiaotian.
It seemed that he was not sure and wanted Jing Xiaotian to give him a try.
Jing Xiaotian said hurriedly: "Yes, Zhang Shui is sending someone to pick up the goods.
They will arrive in a day or two."
When the shopkeeper heard this, he became more courageous and said quickly: "I will send people to the house to deliver the goods in the next two days.
Grandma Qian, please go slowly."
Seeing that this group of people were getting further and further away, the shopkeeper looked at Jing Xiaotian and said with a half-smile: "What a clever little brother, please bring all your goods into the house, and we can do it too."
Discuss and discuss.”
Jing Xiaotian also smiled, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "Uncle Azhong, please bring all your shoes into the store."
Azhong never imagined that Jing Xiaotian could sell shoes in such a good store.
When he held the bag, his hands were shaking slightly.
The shopkeeper looked at the 30 pairs of shoes in front of him and praised him with enthusiasm: "It's great.
Now the products in the store can be upgraded to a higher level.
Our products are qualified to enter the Imperial City."
After saying this, he remembered that he should have found fault with these goods to leave room for bargaining.
So, he put away his smile, coughed lightly, and said, "Brother, where did you get these things?"
Jing Xiaotian raised his face, looked directly into the shopkeeper's eyes and said, "My mother worked day and night to make this in order to exchange for some money so that the whole family can have a good year."
In a word, the shopkeeper found it difficult to negotiate the price, so he added: "The appearance of these shoes and the materials used are not very exquisite, and they do not match the craftsmanship.
I think you can get some materials from my shop.
I'll bring the shoes over after I've made them.
I'll give you one hundred yuan for each pair.
What do you think?"
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Azhong, who was standing nearby, quickly lowered his head when he heard this.
He was afraid that his expression would reveal his inner thoughts.
"Oh my God, if our young lady can make a pair of these shoes in a day, wouldn't she be able to earn three taels of silver in a month?
Oh my God, our family is really going to make a fortune."
After hearing this, Jing Xiaotian sighed deeply and said, "My mother's fingers were worn out and her eyes were red from making these shoes.
Can you please add more?"
But the shopkeeper's face suddenly became grim: "It's not easy for us.
It's your blessing to fall in love with your shoes.
If you hadn't put them on our counter, your shoes would never have been sold at this price.
It's so unpopular." , This is not good, there is no way to cooperate. " When Jing Xiaotian heard what the shopkeeper said, he had to smile and said, "Okay, just follow the shopkeeper's advice."
The shopkeeper then asked the young man to give 300 Wen to Jing Xiaotian for the money he had just sold for the shoes, and kept 60 Wen for himself.
He took some more materials and gave them to Jing Xiaotian.
He agreed to take the money from selling shoes next time and sent Jing Xiaotian away.
Jing Xiaotian was depressed, but he had no choice but to endure it.
After leaving the shoe shop, I started chatting with Azhong: "Why?
My mother worked very hard, but he took most of the money away from us.
We still have to bow to him."
"Well, there's an old saying.
If all the dirt is in front of the house, there won't be any tiles on the house.
If you don't touch the mud with your fingers, you will live in a building with scales."
Azhong said in a sullen voice.
"Uncle Azhong, you can also recite poems?"
Jing Xiaotian was very surprised, and most of his annoyance was relieved.
"No way.
It turns out that when the young lady was at home, I heard the young lady reciting it and remembered it."
Azhong said with some embarrassment.
"I was thinking that we would open a shop in the future to sell things made by my mother.
But after hearing what you said, I don't know if I should let my mother do the work."
Jing Xiaotian said with a sad face, pointing out that her mother was doing needlework to support the whole family, which really made her feel a little embarrassed.
Thinking of this, she became even more anxious, thinking about putting out the soap and purse in her hand as soon as possible to see the market.
He didn't care that the sun was turning to the west, so he found a place with a lot of people, listened to the shouts and shouts around him, and shouted: "Smell it, give it a try, the fragrant soap will wash your face."
Soap for hands and face, beautifying face, soap, everyone is welcome to try it.”
Jing Xiaotian said, picking up the specially made small piece of soap and sending it to the well-dressed passers-by.
While giving it away, he said: "It's much better than soap for washing your face and hands.
You can take it home and try it."
Seeing dozens of small soaps measuring one inch square, they were sent out in the blink of an eye, but they were all in vain and there was no response.
Jing Xiaotian suddenly felt that this method was not right and he had to think of another clever way
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