Xia Qingyuan went to the old street and talked to Jiang Peilan and Axiang respectively.
The first is Jiang Peilan.
Xia Qingyuan said: "Peilan, you must have guessed why I came to you today, right?"
Jiang Peilan nodded: "I know."
Xia Qingyuan went straight to the point: "Our family will go to the provincial capital soon.
After I get there, I will continue to run the clothing and salad business.
If you go with us, then I will leave all the management of the old street to you and my mother-in-law, and the profits will be divided according to this proportion.
If you choose to stay here, this store will be transferred to you, and you can continue to operate it after we leave."
At present, the profit in the old street is one to two thousand yuan per month, but after moving to the provincial capital, it will only be much more.
It's just that she doesn't have much time to spend on it anymore. She has new ideas in the clothing and jade business.
Going to the provincial capital to open a cold dish restaurant was just to kill time for Lin Dongxiu.
In fact, the news of Xia Qingyuan's trip to the provincial capital had already been revealed to them.
Jiang Peilan struggled for a long time about whether to go to the provincial capital or not.
In the end, considering that no one would help take care of her daughter there, she reluctantly chose to stay in Diancheng.
But what Xia Qingyuan said about transferring the old street to her was really beyond her surprise.
From Jiang Peilan's expression, Xia Qingyuan had already seen her choice.
She smiled encouragingly: "It's okay, it's close to your parents' home, so you can take care of anything you need.
You can continue to operate in the old street, I just hope you can adhere to our original intention of doing this business and pass it on."
Hearing this, Jiang Peilan shed tears.
She held Xia Qingyuan's hand and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will do it."
As he spoke, he took a few more breaths before continuing: "I don't know how to repay your kindness to me in this life."
Xia Qingyuan was also a little sentimental: "Don't doubt yourself, these are all obtained through your efforts."
Jiang Peilan followed her, from selling cold dishes on a tricycle on the street to having her own shop. She never dared to speak or didn't understand anything, but now she can completely stand alone...
Xia Qingyuan watched her grow up step by step.
This is the award she gave her and the affirmation for her.
Xia Qingyuan finally explained various things in the old street to Jiang Peilan, and finally transferred the tenant of the shop to her. The handover was completed.
After chatting with Jiang Peilan, Ah Xiang was next.
Compared to Jiang Peilan's sadness, Axiang is much happier.
She said: "Sister Xia, I will go with you."
Xia Qingyuan smiled: "Is your father and mother willing to let you go with me?"
Ah Xiang said: "I was reluctant to leave you at first, but when I heard that I was following you, I immediately told me to get out of here."
Axiang's joke made Xia Qingyuan's sadness over Jiang Peilan dissipate a little.
She took Axiang's hand and said with a smile: "That's it, you can hang out with me from now on."
To be honest, if Axiang's answer was to stay in Diancheng, she might have to try to persuade her to stay.
After all, I personally took care of him for half a year, and it was almost ready to start training. I really couldn't bear to let her go like this.
And making clothes is no different than anything else. In addition to hard work, you also need talent.
Xia Qingyuan checked the clothing inventory again, and found that there were still more than 500 pieces of clothing and more than 100 pieces of underwear that had not been sold out.
She said: "However, I still have some preparations to do when I go to the provincial capital, so please wait for me here first.
In about a week or two, I'll take you over after I've taken care of things over there."
She patted the notebook and said, "The remaining clothes can be sold for as much as you want.
If there is any leftover, we will take it to the provincial capital for promotion."
Even if you sell the leftover clothes and take them to the provincial capital, they will be no different from those in specialty stores.
Moreover, people in provincial cities have stronger purchasing power, so she has no worries about not being able to sell.
As if thinking of something, Axiang asked Xia Qingyuan cautiously: "Sister Xia, when we go to the provincial capital, you will take me to buy goods, right?"
Xia Qingyuan nodded: "Of course."
Axiang rarely spoke to her in such a tone. Seeing her evasive eyes, Xia Qingyuan understood instantly.
She thought that after so long, she had forgotten about He Yufeng.
What is this?
That rough guy He Yufeng successfully took root in the girl's heart?
Shen Yizhou told her that He Yufeng was 29 this year, 11 years older than Axiang.
Could it be that she told Axiang: "He Yufeng is very old. In a few years, he can be brothers to your father."
She suddenly said this, and Axiang was afraid that she would cry.
In the end, she could only pat Axiang and said nothing.
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Before going to the provincial capital, Xia Qingyuan and Axiang finally sold most of their clothes.
After counting, there are about two hundred pieces left, not much.
Especially underwear, after Xia Qingyuan's unpretentious explanation, it attracted waves of young girls, and they bought two or three pieces at a time.
Just like Xia Qingyuan said, I need to change this underwear every day. If I don’t buy a few more pieces, how can I wear them in rotation?
Xia Qingyuan said to Axiang: "I can spend more time with your parents when I have time. I may not be able to come back often in the future."
Axiang finally felt a little sad in hindsight: "Okay."
Two days before leaving, Xia Qingyuan took Lin Dongxiu and Shen Yilin to the best barber shop in Dian City.
She came in and said, "Please give me a big wave perm, and my mother-in-law's hair should be trimmed into small waves."
She glanced at Shen Yilin, who was forcibly captured by her: "If this brat doesn't obey, give him a haircut, even a watermelon head chewed by a dog."
Shen Yilin: "..."
Barber in the barber shop: "..."
From this time on, Shen Yilin no longer even wanted to bathe Lin Dongxiu occasionally.
Even when I went to the street with the two of them, I still had a bad look on my face: "I don't want to go shopping with women."
The barber laughed and said: "How can you cut a dog's head?
Such a handsome young man should have a more fashionable hairstyle, don’t you think?"
When he said this, he said it to Shen Yilin.
Shen Yilin's sullen face finally showed a smile, as if a little reluctantly: "Yeah."
Lin Dongxiu was reluctant to part with the money: "Qingyuan, how about I go back and get some hot iron pliers and iron them."
She had seen the women in the village doing this.
It's just that the hair done in this way not only has a burnt smell, but also cannot maintain its shape for a long time.
But what Xia Qingyuan was talking about with curly hair, she had only seen in movies shown in the village before.
Later, when I came to Diancheng, I occasionally saw women in the courtyard having their hair permed and curled.
Her hair was cut and sold when her family was poor.
The person who cut the hair was very ruthless and cut it almost to the scalp.
Later, she grew it for a long time before her hair grew back a little.
She felt that washing her hair was a waste of water, so she only grew it to her shoulders and never grew it longer again.
Isn't it a waste of money to let an old lady like her do her hair now?