There are many cars and horses on the road in Hebei Township.
The dirt road was trampled to pieces, mud was splashed everywhere, and there was feces from time to time.
When the weather is good, the cow dung dries in the sun; when the weather is bad, the mud and the dung are fate.
Ancestor Yeman came out with an umbrella and looked at the blue cloth shoes. He was going to be miserable.
No matter how dirty the ground is, sitting in a car will be fine, but sitting without a car will cause trouble.
The wind was so cold that my ancestor put on his thick coat and carried such a small baggage.
Although the maid gave me a baggage before, which was a change of clothes and a small amount of money.
A sling of money weighs about eight to ten kilograms, which is very heavy to carry on your back.
However, now that I have money, can my ancestor be more free and unrestrained? However, I still have to consider my future expenses in the capital.
In the end, she spent ten pennies and took a donkey cart to leave Hebei Township, less than thirty miles away, to the town of Honghua County.
The county seat is a little further away, and it was also very dirty today.
It was probably noon, it was getting light, and the county town was also in chaos.
Meng Yinggui's death is a bigger deal than Thirteen Fifty-Seven, after all, he is the older generation.
If Meng Yinggui adds three nephews, the matter will be even bigger. It would be strange if the Meng family doesn't go crazy.
The silk and satin shop is full of people.
Ancestor Yeman carefully stepped in.
The boy looked at her and frowned: "What are you doing?"
The ancestor held the baggage in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and asked carefully: "Can I work here for two days? I, I..."
The boy was surprised: "What kind of work do you do?"
There were several people in the shop, and they were all attracted.
The ancestor's feet were muddy and her hair was dripping with water. Fortunately, the people outside the door were so dirty, so she didn't have to feel ashamed.
The ancestor's accent was thicker and nasal, and he was a little bit cold: "I am the granddaughter of Rong Bai, and I came to Beijing to find my biological mother. I am a good female celebrity, and I used to make and sell things. I want to work here for two days and change some cloth.
, Make something for my mother. Just a little thought."
Everyone else was stunned.
The ancestor muttered in a low voice: "I was moved to the countryside when I was born, and I never met my biological mother. I have lived a good life these years, whether raising chickens, feeding pigs, farming and cutting firewood, or cooking and being a celebrity.
I can make money for my mother. I just want to know if she is well, and I hope she can live a long life."
Wipe away tears secretly.
There were more onlookers, but everyone was still stunned.
The shopkeeper came over and asked, "What will you do?"
Ancestor Yeman looked up and saw that the shopkeeper was a woman in her forties, who seemed to have a good heart. She was a little eager: "I can do it. Even if I don't know it, I can learn quickly. People from all over the country know that I can do it."
The ancestor had tears in his eyes again: "I don't want a lot, just a piece of cloth, and I can borrow some needle and thread to make a purse."
A lady came to show interest. Anyway, there is nothing to do on a rainy day: "A piece of cloth is not valuable. You can make a purse for me to see."
Ancestor Yeman looked at her and the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper thought for a moment, asked the young lady to stay in the corner, and gave her a piece of cloth and a sewing basket.
The ancestor kept thanking him, took out another bowl, and asked the boy for a bowl of water.
The boy brought the pot and poured half of the bowl for her.
Ancestor Yeman drank it in one gulp and sat down to work with peace of mind.
The county town was in chaos, and more and more people crowded into the silk and satin shop. Several young ladies watched on the side.
This corner is dark, even with a lamp on.
Ancestor doesn't care, he cherishes this opportunity very much.
Even her female celebrity didn't say that sewing purses is comparable to stitching.
Naturally, it is embroidered daylily as a gift to my mother.
Day lily is also used as medicine and food. My ancestor bought a big bag of day lily from Yaoshan County.
I'll make some daylily stew later, and my character as a filial mother will be stable.
Ancestor Yeman's head was lowered and he basically didn't move, only his hands were moving.
Although the hands are not pretty, the work is real.
So at noon, some people left, some stayed, and new people arrived.
The shopkeeper was very confused. During this period of time, business has improved a lot.
Although it was inconvenient on a rainy day, a lot of cloth was sold. She didn't even bother to eat.
Occasionally, I stopped to take a look and saw that the young lady was sitting there, very quiet. Even though she was worn and dirty, she did not stain the luxurious silks and satins in the shop.
None of the ladies thought it was dirty, so they went over to take a look.
A young lady exclaimed: "It looks great!"
The shopkeeper came over and took the purse from the young lady's hand. He looked carefully and saw that the workmanship was exquisite and the words embroidered on it were also excellent.
"The wind is fine today, and daylilies are blooming in front of the hall. I am holding a cup for my mother's birthday. I am happy that there is no noise."
The characters are small and clever, and the emotions almost come out of the cloth. It seems that the young lady is not only literate, but also understands poetry.
A lady looked at it: "What a poem! What a beautiful calligraphy! What a skillful hand!"
Ancestor Yeman is shy, can she work for the shopkeeper?
The shopkeeper is thinking about it.
A young lady hurriedly said: "Embroider a purse for me and I'll give it to my mother. Can I give it to you for a hundred coins?"
The ancestor looked at the shopkeeper and saw that she had nothing even if she wanted to take over the job.
The shopkeeper was happy. The things were affordable and affordable. The young lady obviously didn't understand. It was a trivial matter for a silk and satin shop. However, it was no small matter to boost sales.
The shopkeeper thought about it: "If you make three, I will give you one hundred coins."
The capital of three is less than fifty cents, and you can make half of it.
Ancestor Yeman thought: "Today, plus tomorrow, if I stay up late, I should be able to make nine. But I need food, accommodation, and lamp oil."
The shopkeeper said: "What's this? If you make nine, I'll give you three hundred coins."
The ancestor nodded in agreement.
One daughter-in-law thought: "You are really quite profitable."
Not to mention making 300 Wen in two days, even making 100 Wen in two days is still a lot.
I can earn more than ten taels of silver a year. If I do other things, I might earn dozens of taels of silver.
Ancestor Yeman said in a low voice: "I go out to work during the day and work as a female celebrity at night. I support my brother in studying and make clothes for my sister. My brother will also prepare for enlightenment next year."
The daughter-in-law asked: "You are the only one working in your house?"
The ancestor said: "Grandma does it."
The lady asked: "Where is your mother?"
"She..." the ancestor's voice became lower and lower, "housekeeper."
The wife was delighted: "How old is your home that you need her to take care of?"
Ye Man said: "My family has fifteen acres of land. It is not a trivial matter for my brother to study. My sister is good-looking, so there is no ambiguity about that."
The daughter-in-law said: "Are you just being vague? This is definitely treating people like maids and cows and horses."
Ancestor doesn’t want to say more.
The shopkeeper took her to the back and arranged her in a small room.
The room is relatively clean, but cold.
Ancestor Yeman was not picky and thanked the shopkeeper again.
Everyone who is willing to take her in is a good person.
After all, you can't make much money by doing ten purses.
The silk shop does not specialize in selling purses.
The little lady chased after him and shouted: "I want to watch my purse."
Another young lady sneered: "You don't want to study."
The young lady responded: "How do you know? Didn't you realize that this sister is also literate and can write poems?"
The young lady provoked: "Can you embroider something else for me? I'll give it to my grandmother."
Ancestor Yeman nodded.
Although there is sincerity in doing it by hand, getting what the ancestor did is not a matter of a few cents.