Shen Bingning continued to return to her stall. She had a feeling that this woman would become her repeat customer.
Her bag is the only one in the market. People who come and go will take a look at it and actually want it. However, each of her bags costs five taels of silver, no more, no less.
She didn't bargain. She had only sold one bag since the morning, and she was not in a hurry. She believed that someone would come to buy the bag soon.
By the way, she suddenly thought of something. I should create a brand. What should it be called? She nodded her chin and thought about it seriously. It was easy to remember but not outstanding. It was hard to remember and it sounded nice. What did she think?
What name should she choose? Like LV, Chanel, etc., they are very famous, but it seems that it is not practical for people in ancient times. She needs to choose a more profound name, Peony,
Haotu, Feiyun, can't do it either. How about calling him a kangaroo? But the question is, did the ancient people know what a kangaroo was? She couldn't tell others by pointing out a mouse. This one looks very similar to a kangaroo, but it's just a kangaroo.
It's a little taller, a little bigger, and there are bags on it.
She thought of several names in a row, but she was rejected by PASS. Now she feels that she really has no culture and can't come up with a name.
Huanian, no, how about calling me Jinse? She picked up the bag on the stall and looked at it. Well, this name seems to work. She thought about it. This name seems to have some artistic feeling, right.
, that’s it, she wants to put the brand on each bag, so that she has a brand. Even if there are piracy in the future, her bags will still be unique.
The bags were still not sold, but there were a few sneaky people. She clearly felt the eyes of those people looking at them. They were either looking at her or looking at the bags. She knew these people.
Is it because of uneasiness or good intentions?
She pretended not to notice and continued to sit in front of her stall, waiting for others to buy bags. As for what those people were going to do, she would always know.
It was here, just when she was a little drowsy, she heard a voice above her head. She suddenly looked around and saw a young girl in bright red clothes pointing at her bag and looking at the other girls behind her.
Said.
Her nose immediately smelled the smell of silver, and she cheered up.
This is the store I'm talking about. My bag was bought here, but it's different from mine. "See, I'm right. You can't buy the same bag as mine."
Shen Bingning arranged the bags on the stall one by one and said in depth, "A woman needs many types of bags to enhance her status and taste. Therefore, although each style is different, it has its own
feature."
Although these girls felt a little strange when they heard this, it was like a heavy object hitting their hearts.
"I want one." A shy-looking girl in green came over and took a bag. She looked around and said, "I like this." She fiddled with it for a long time, and then took it out of her purse.
A piece of silver was given to Shen Bingning. Shen Bingning had just received the money. The other women took a piece of silver from her stall and took away all the bags on her stall. There were still some that were not picked up. It seemed that they were all gone.
Almost crying.
Shen Bingning sometimes feels strange, does she really like it so much? In fact, she doesn't know that it has something to do with these bags, and the other thing is comparison, especially for this young girl in ancient times, she usually doesn't compete with embroidery skills.
, they are just playing the piano, or they go out to poetry gatherings to show off their literary talent.