LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 3 There is actually pen and ink at home
Shopkeeper Lin took a deep look at Wen Li, who was so frightened that he didn't know whether to follow him in or not.
"This is my husband. He has always been timid and is scared to be here alone. Do you mind if we go in with you, Mr. Lin?"
Shopkeeper Lin was obviously a little surprised. The wife of the family went out to do business and brought her husband to see the world. It was rare to be so pampered, so he said: "Of course I don't mind."
The decor of the private room was very noble. Song Tingran sat down politely, while Wen Li stood aside. She knew that he was very uncomfortable now, so she went straight to the topic with shopkeeper Lin.
Shopkeeper Lin opened the broken lid of the basket, and the plump and red lychees inside came into view.
This is a rare fruit, rarely seen in the city, not to mention Ping'an Town. Shopkeeper Lin saw it once by chance when he came to the city two years ago.
"I wonder where you got this precious lychee?"
Even if he wanted to do this business, he had to ask clearly. Song Tingran would have difficulty eating due to the way he was dressed.
"Shopkeeper Lin, don't worry. This is what our family grows, but the yield is not much. That's all, we sell it to subsidize our family."
Shopkeeper Lin's eyes lit up when he heard this. Since it is planting, it can be a long-term cooperation. If Zuixianglou has a long-term supply, it will definitely be the largest in Ping'an Town. If it is provided to dignitaries, it will be a huge sum of money. Make money buying and selling.
Song Tingran knew that things were stable when she saw Shopkeeper Lin's appearance. She was not in a hurry and waited for Shopkeeper Lin to take the initiative.
"We, Zuixianglou, need this basket. It's twenty taels of silver in total. Do you think it's okay?"
Wen Li was too frightened to say anything. If the people in Daniu Village had two taels of silver a year, they could feed and clothe the whole family. What on earth is this? It can be sold for twenty taels!
"They say Zuixian Tower is the most sincere. I think they are right. It's only twenty taels."
Shopkeeper Lin saw that she was happy, so he kept the basket with the lychees and gave her a new one. He said affectionately: "I made an extra one some time ago. If you don't mind, just take it."
Song Tingran understood that shopkeeper Lin was trying to win over her, so she was not polite and thanked her directly, took it and handed it to Wen Li to carry.
"Master Wife of the Song Family, if the fruit matures in the future, you must come to our Zuixiang Restaurant first. We will definitely give you the best price."
Shopkeeper Lin sent the person to the door of the restaurant, still a little reluctant to leave. Song Tingran took the heavy twenty taels and left.
There were many small vendors on the roadside, and the hot buns and pastries among them caught Song Tingran's attention.
"Boss, here are fifteen pork buns."
The boss thought he heard wrongly and asked, "Do you want fifteen pork buns?"
"Yes, please hurry up."
Song Tingran couldn't wait any longer. She was so hungry. The bowl of rice cereal she drank before had been completely digested.
"Take it and come back when you're done eating!"
Song Tingran took one out directly, handed it to Wen Li, who had always been invisible, and said, "Eat it while it's hot."
"My wife...such a precious thing...I..."
The buns were pushed directly into Wen Li's hand, and Song Tingran also took out one, ate it in small bites, and put the rest into the new backpack.
Song Tingran was thinking about going home to deal with those messy things, so he bought ten kilograms of pastries nearby, ten kilograms of polished rice, ten kilograms of polished noodles, and all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
Wen Li was so frightened that he couldn't walk unsteadily. He didn't dare to eat a bite of the meat bun in his hand and hid it in his sleeve. He was afraid that his wife was just on a whim and could still leave something to eat and share it with everyone.
Song Tingran had already taken Wen Li to the place where the oxcart was located, when he suddenly met a roast duck and bought two more.
"Can't you carry it anymore? I'll do it."
Wen Li stepped back repeatedly and said, "My wife, I can carry it on my back, let's go home quickly, okay..."
Song Tingran looked at his small face. In fact, even with scars, his features were pretty. She saw the greased paper inside the sleeves and knew that he had not eaten the meat buns.
"When will the buns be finished and when will we go home to rescue Sang Cheng? If it's too late, Wang Ying will take him away."
Song Tingran came here just to tease him, but he burst into tears immediately, took out the bread from his sleeve, and wolfed it down.
It seemed that he was a little too big, and Song Tingran didn't expect Wen Li to be a little crybaby.
She didn't know how to comfort her for a moment. Passers-by were already looking at her. She quickly got on the bullock cart and hurried back to the Song family.
Before he reached the door of Song's house, he heard the curses at the door.
"Your wife must have run away, it's been several hours."
"Who said I ran away? That's a lie."
Song Tingran's words seemed to be a life-saving straw, and the villagers automatically made way for her. Only then did they realize that Village Chief Zhou had also arrived, and saw the wife of the Zheng family with a swollen face on one side, and remembered , and this stuff.
As a senior official, Shi Yan was holding a broom and standing side by side with Xiao Yuchen. Sang Cheng's face was swollen from crying.
It is really a shameful thing to be sold out by the wife halfway. Even the mother-in-law's family can't hold their head high.
"Oh, have you raised the money?" Wang Ying was angry, but she kept looking at the basket behind Wen Li.
When the wife of the Zheng family came up to demand compensation, Village Chief Zhou didn't even have time to ask first.
"Shut up and talk about your business later."
Song Tingran was so fierce that he temporarily frightened the wife of the Zheng family.
Song Tingran walked up to the village chief and said, "Wang Ying tricked me into gambling before. Now I have woken up. Please ask Village Chief Zhou to be a witness and write a receipt to prove that the money has been returned. Don't do anything else in the future." dispute."
After saying this, she took out the two taels of silver she had prepared in advance from her waist. Wang Ying's eyes widened when she saw it. She came up to take it, but Song Tingran glared back.
"Okay, just do as the wife of the Song family says. I'll go home and get pen and paper."
Village Chief Zhou stood up, and Shi Yan said: "Village Chief, Shi Yan knows that I have no right to speak here, but I have paper and pen at home, so I won't bother the village chief to make another hard trip."
Shi Yan's pens, inks, paper and inkstones were the cheapest. He usually helped children in the village to learn literacy and made money to support his family. However, everyone regarded him as a husband, not a female gentleman, so he gave very little.
It is precisely in this way that everyone can drink brown rice porridge that is full of rice soup.
Song Tingran glanced at Shi Yan. She didn't know about this. She saw that he had gone back to the room for a long time before he took out the things and put them on the only table.
The brush was frayed and the paper was very rough. When Song Tingran used it to go to the toilet, he would hate it for piercing his buttocks. The ink... let’s not talk about it.
The village chief was not surprised and wrote a letter stating that the debt had been paid off and there were no disputes. Song Tingran said thank you and then signed and fingerprinted the letter.
Wang Ying walked up. Song Tingran stretched out her hand and said, "Bring me the IOU."