The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia still wanted to refuse, but Song Jingchen's words sounded inexplicably in her mind, and finally she reluctantly agreed.

In the end, it was negotiated that only 15% of the silver money Fumanlou sold was drawn, and the money was settled once a month.

As soon as the three of them left, the window of the box on the second floor of Fuman Building, which had only one slit open, suddenly opened.

"Do you know them?" The young man, dressed in brocade clothes and holding a folding fan in winter, asked the middle-aged man dressed as a steward next to him.

The man leaned over and looked at it for a long time, until the carriage disappeared from sight before he replied respectfully: "There is a boy in there who has something on his body that the master wanted, and suddenly disappeared a while ago. I thought it was leaving our Qingping Town, but I didn't expect it. met here."

The son-in-law was not interested in the person who the steward said, licked his lips and asked, "Do you know that little lady?"

The man frowned and thought, only to think that the little lady was indeed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, so he could only shake his head.

Brother Young Master looked disappointed, knocked on the folding fan and instructed: "Go check..."

After speaking, there was a look of impending doom on his face.

Compared with Song Jingchen's ornaments, Lin Shao's spices are much more popular. In the past, many incense powder shops wanted to cooperate with the Lin family and were rejected by Lin's father. Now that Feng Laoliu is dead, there is no taboo, and naturally there are shops willing to accept it.

Holding a silver ingot of ten taels, Lin Shao rarely showed joy, and handed it to Shen Yijia: "Sister-in-law, this is for you."

Shen Yijia glanced at him, then accepted it and said nothing. But in my heart, I thought of saving it for him to marry a daughter-in-law in the future.

After hearing Widow Wang talk a lot that the money for marrying a daughter-in-law hasn't been saved yet, Shen Yijia thinks that a lot of money is needed to marry a wife here.

It's a pity that when Song Jingchen married the original owner, she hadn't come through yet, and the betrothal gifts were all deducted by the Shen family, otherwise she would definitely snatch it back.

When I came to the rice shop, there were still many people who took out some of the food at home after the autumn harvest in exchange for money to buy winter clothes.

Shen Yijia bought a hundred taels of rice noodles as soon as she entered, and the eyes of the people around her changed instantly.

There are not many rich fools at this time.

The iron egg rests on your forehead, boss, you should keep a low profile.

When the shopkeeper of Mipu saw the big client coming, he hurriedly greeted him. Because Shen Yijia bought a lot, the shopkeeper asked for two cents less per catty.

One hundred taels of rice and flour. It’s a lot, but fortunately, the rice shop can send someone to deliver it.

Iron eggs bought whole grains. Shen Yijia added 5 taels to make up 10 taels for him, and brought him back directly in a carriage.

When she helped Tie Dan put things away and returned home, the rice shop also brought the food. The three scooters were fully installed, and the villagers saw what kind of thoughts they had in their hearts, not to mention for the time being.

Shen Yijia was bringing the rice shop clerk to the cellar.

"Sister Li, why does your family buy so much food?" Aunt Tian asked.

Mrs. Li immersed herself in needlework and said with a smile, "Stay at home to eat for the winter, and Sister Tian's house can also stock up more."

Aunt Tian smiled embarrassedly and didn't speak. She glanced at the bags of grain and calculated the money she would probably need, feeling envy in her heart.

Her family just sold a lot of grain a while ago, how could she be foolish enough to buy it back.

The charcoal fire in the room was warm, and An Xiuer listened to the conversation between her mother and Mrs. Li, quietly burying her head in the embroidery work, only occasionally glanced at the direction of the backyard when she raised her head.