After selling spicy soup in the morning, Zhao Ling'er borrowed pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the inn, returned to the room, and based on her memory and imagination, she drew three styles that she thought were both suitable for ancient people and modern. Fortunately, she used to make PPTs often.
, I still know a little bit about color matching.
Today's Hu spicy soup sold a total of 122 Wen, plus the remaining 79 Wen from the previous two days, the total is 201 Wen.
I'm afraid I don't have enough money to make 3 sets of clothes.
Not as good as...
"Sister Wan'er, look at this picture. How much does it cost to make this outfit?"
"Did you draw this?" Lin Wan'er's eyes lit up: "I have never seen such a style of clothes! Oh, in fact, the fabric does not cost much at all, the main thing is that the style must be novel. Clothes like this only cost 200 at most.
The text can be sewn out. I think the result is even better than the clothes we embroider Chunfang!"
"200 cents?" Zhao Ling'er took out all the money in his pocket, leaving only one cent, and gave the rest to Wan'er.
"Sister Wan'er, can you make this dress according to Mrs. Su's body shape?"
Lin Wan'er looked at Zhao Ling'er doubtfully: "Didn't you wear it yourself?"
Zhao Ling'er blinked: "I plan to sell this piece to Mrs. Su. When she gives me the money, you and I will share it equally. How much do you think this dress can be sold for?"
"I think this dress can be sold for at least 1 tael of silver. Young Madam Su is the daughter-in-law of our Master Zhou, so she can definitely afford it!"
Zhao Linger smiled and said nothing.
"Sister Wan'er, I'll leave it to you. I hope you can make it as soon as possible!"
"Don't worry, I'll go buy the fabric right now. You can come to my house to pick it up at 5 pm tomorrow."
Watching Wan'er and Zhou You leave, Zhao Ling'er suddenly felt a little lonely.
I’ve lived for 22 years and I still don’t have a boyfriend!
It would be great if there was someone who could accompany me in this world!
Zhao Ling'er shook her head and thought, she only had one penny in her hand, which was only enough to buy a bun. She couldn't even eat enough, so what kind of boyfriend did she need?
Zhao Ling'er was walking along the Liyun River. From time to time, one or two small boats would pass by on the sparkling river. There might be two people on the boat, or in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing, which was very pleasant.
"When I get rich, I will also take a boat trip on the river!" Zhao Ling'er muttered and found a place to sit down.
"Meow!" A small white cat suddenly walked slowly over from behind her right side.
It walks around as if looking for food.
"What a cute kitten!" Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
This kitten is all white, but skinny and pitiful.
Zhao Ling'er looked around. There were only fallen leaves and dirt on the road. There was nothing to eat.
"Little kitten, are you hungry? Where is your mother?" Zhao Ling'er stroked it with her hand, but she didn't see any other big cats nearby.
"Kitty, let's go, I'll take you to buy food!" Zhao Ling'er stood up holding it, walked to a shop selling steamed buns, and bought two steamed buns.
She broke off a bit of the steamed bun and threw it on the ground. The little white cat immediately came up to it, sniffed it, then turned and walked away.
"Hmph! You little thing, you're so skinny and yet you're still so picky!" Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but complain.
"I'll eat what cats won't eat. This is my dinner for the night!"
Zhao Ling'er broke off the steamed bun and ate it while walking. Well, eating the steamed bun alone still found it a bit sweet!
It is getting dark and there are fewer and fewer people on the road.
A gust of wind blew, and Zhao Ling'er shivered all over. Oh, it would be great if I could ride in a carriage!
She quickened her pace.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Zhao Ling'er let out a terrifying scream.
A strong hand was pulling her around the corner.
"Help!" Zhao Ling'er yelled at the top of her lungs. Isn't this going to sell her to a brothel? Is she going to fall into prostitution so soon?
Suddenly her mouth was covered by a hand.
But she could feel that this hand did not look like an adult's, and it was not covered tightly at all.
Zhao Ling'er simply stopped shouting to see where he was going to pull her.
"Take out the money!" The man pulled Zhao Ling'er to a corner, pointed at Zhao Ling'er and said.
Zhao Ling'er looked at this boy, who looked about eleven or twelve years old. His face was gray, his hair was messy, his sleeves were drooped, and his trousers had holes. He didn't look professional at first glance.
"I have no money." Zhao Ling'er looked at him calmly.
"No money! If there's no money, I'll sell you!" The boy sniffed and stared at Zhao Ling'er.
"Sell? Then sell me."
"You, you, you really want me to sell you? Aren't you afraid?" The boy was a little confused, and the girl's reaction was a little abnormal!
"If I had money, I would definitely give it to you! But I am really penniless now. And if I had money, I would rent a carriage and go back. Wouldn't I be wandering around the streets at night?" Zhao Ling'er looked at the boy.
, said sincerely.
"Yeah," the boy nodded, and Nuo Yousuo said thoughtfully, "That's true. However, if you finally catch one, you can't make no money at all! My mother is still waiting for me to buy steamed buns!"
"Another child from a poor family." Zhao Ling'er sighed secretly: "Well, come to me at Junpeng Inn at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will give you 10 Wen, you can use it first."
A light flashed in the boy's eyes, but then dimmed immediately: "No, my mother is dying. I also have a sister, and she hasn't eaten for two days and two nights. I want my mother to die before she dies.
Have a full meal!”
"Let's go!" After saying that, the boy pulled Zhao Ling'er up, twisted her arm and pushed her forward.
"Hey, if you have something to say, please tell me. Can you please stop being so violent?" Zhao Ling'er twisted her body hard, but the boy was pulling very tightly, and it was impossible for her to move him.
"No, I'm going to sell you! Buy food for my mother and my sister! They are still waiting for me at home!" The boy kept walking forward.
"Then where are you going to sell me to? I'm not going to the brothel!" Zhao Ling'er shouted.