There was a hint of embarrassment in Yu Weiyin's soft words.
"In the fragrant market, the host usually entertains the guests. Now Yinyin can introduce these satin materials to my cousin in detail, but if I want to answer, I still need my cousin to come in person."
"This...cousin, even if I learn it now, I can't remember it all! I'm afraid I will really lose the Yu family's face later!"
"Cousin, the rules are like this. There's nothing Yinyin can do about it. Cousin, you'd better write it down carefully now."
Regardless of whether he remembered everything, Yu Wei told him one by one the fourteen different types of fabrics in front of the stall, and also explained in detail the thirty-four different types of silk fabrics under the general category.
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Hearing that Zhao Wushan was one of the top two, I really regretted not doing my homework in advance.
But now, it's too late.
I couldn't help but feel anxious, hoping that the person who came later would be an unreasonable person, so that he could just get over it.
Just as I was thinking about it, a gorgeously dressed woman came over, followed by a girl named Pingting wearing a plain hat.
Judging by her appearance, the person in front of me must be the housekeeper of the mansion.
The girl whispered something to the woman, and the woman went to the stall, picked up a tawny Ruyi Camellia, and looked at the stitching carefully, nodding her head and saying, "The fabrics from Yongxing Silk and Satin Factory are quite good.
, why is there a change of manager today? Isn’t it usually Director Duan who comes here?”
The woman's face was like the moon and her voice was like a bell. Her eyes looked up and down at Zhao Wushan in blue clothes and black hat, and she was a little surprised.
"How come a talented scholar comes to sell goods in Xiang Market? This is my first time seeing you."
As soon as her words came out, the people walking around also looked at Zhao Wushan and agreed: "It's really neither fish nor fowl, a good scholar is not a good scholar, and he has to compete with businessmen for jobs!"
The vendors on both sides burst into laughter.
When they saw Zhao Wushan's attire, they already disliked him. They also saw that his eyebrows were high and his eyes were low. They complained a lot at first, as if they wanted to laugh at him, so they started talking one by one.
"We are also puzzled. The person in charge of the Yu Mansion is a clean and tidy person. Today, a white-faced scholar comes here, and he is not afraid of ruining the Yu Mansion's signboard!"
"Yeah yeah……"
Zhao Wu cleared his throat and showed off his appearance.
He didn't take the villagers' words to heart at all, and only bowed to the housekeeper with a smile on his face: "I am Mr. Yu's nephew, my name is Zhao Wushan, and he will also be the steward of Yongxing Silk and Satin Factory in the future. I dare to ask my sister's house
Where to go?"
When the housekeeper heard this, she didn't say much, but the people around her talked non-stop.
"It's Zhao Wushan! Did you hear that? It's Zhao Wushan! That beast who has no regard for human ethics and is worse than a pig or a dog!"
"The matter between him and the second young lady in the mansion has been spread all over the place. Everyone doesn't know about it, but he still has the nerve to come to the market to punish Wei Feng. Bah!"
"I heard that Mr. Yu is stupid and wants to recruit him as his son-in-law! Poor Miss Yu, who is so beautiful and resourceful, she wants a flower to be folded on this smelly cow dung! It's really heartbreaking!"
Zhao Wushan's face suddenly turned red.
When he was scolded, the group of people talked about it with more gusto. They talked about what he had done with Yu Chutian in the Tingzhu Villa, and even criticized Yu Song, Liang and others.
His face turned red, blue, and white again.
But the housekeeper, like a kind-hearted person, said to everyone: "Since Mr. Zhao can take over from Mr. Duan as steward, there must be something special about him. Mr. Zhao, my lady has taken a liking to this piece of cloth, please introduce it to me."
Bar."
Zhao Wushan was extremely grateful, bowed deeply to her, and then looked at the material in her hand.
My mind suddenly went blank.
He had some impressions of what Yu Weiyin told him just now, but now that he was told this by this person, he can't remember anything at all.
He quickly glanced at Yu Weiyin.
He saw her standing under the plum tree, flicking a brightly blooming red plum in her hand, standing with her eyes lowered, not even meeting his eyes asking for help.
Zhao Wushan's heart was pounding anxiously, but he heard the man in the neighboring stall mockingly say: "Xiu Cai Lang! Could it be that you are mute and can't speak? Or is your mind simply blank and you don't recognize what kind of fabric this is?"
"Shut up! I am a talented scholar, how can I not recognize the cloth?"
He shouted, then lowered his head and thought about it. He saw that it was light in his hands. He thought it was gauze, so he said: "Sister, this brown camellia gauze has a light and thin texture, and its tentacles are smooth..."
He only said a few words, and laughter burst out from all directions in the corridor, making it extremely noisy for a while.
I saw some people pursed their lips and snickered, some laughed heartily, and some stretched out their hands, burst into tears from laughter, slapped the table hard, and kept screaming.
One person exclaimed: "He actually said it was yarn? He couldn't even recognize a simple silk fabric. I don't know why Mr. Yu promoted him to be in charge?"
Zhao Wushan was even more embarrassed and replied angrily: "What did I say wrong? With such a thin texture, what is it if it's not gauze?"
Having been scolded by others all day, he was filled with resentment. At this time, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he started to quarrel with the vendor next door.
"Do you think I, Zhao Xiucai, have never worn a silk shirt? I am so disrespectful!"
When I was confused, a lazy and wanton voice came over.
"Tsk, tsk, this is the first time I have seen such an ignorant scholar. It really makes me laugh out loud. This is obviously Luo. How can you just say it's silk?"
A red robe dazzles the crowd like the scorching sun.
The gorgeous color contrasted with his fair face, and his fragrance became more and more charming. However, his handsome features and noble temperament made it impossible for anyone to dare to blaspheme.
Yu Weiyin was quietly admiring the plum blossoms, not paying attention to the noisy scene, but when he heard the surroundings suddenly quieting down, there seemed to be a low voice of admiration in the crowd, he couldn't help but move his eyes and glanced at the man through the curtain hat.
It was the man in red robe that I saw outside the temple earlier.
He stood in front of the stall, holding an ebony fan inlaid with gold and jade in his hand, and looked at her with a profound look in his eyes, which was a bit dazzling.
She was puzzled, and she didn't know him, so why did she ask for help?
I saw him lighting Ruyi Camellia and Dark Flower Luo, with a smile on his lips.
"The warp threads of yarn and Luo are intertwined and woven with each other, and there are holes on the surface. But the fabric with holes all over the surface is yarn, and the holes are segmented according to regular rules, which is Luo. Mr. Zhao, do you want to see it?
Look carefully, is this yarn or Luo?"
The housekeeper looked at it carefully and sighed: "It's obviously Luo! How can Mr. Zhao not be able to distinguish yarn from Luo? How can he be in charge of this? The slave family will not dare to buy anything from you.
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After saying this, he threw away the piece of leather and led the girl away.
Everyone in front of the stall and behind the stall was laughing and sarcastic. After hearing this joke, the crowd came to stand next to each other. They all shook their heads and sighed, saying: "What a pity! In the past, when Director Duan came,
Yongxing Silk and Satin Factory sells the best cloth, and today, Zhao Xiucai is leaving the army, and I am afraid he will take the lead."