Datang: Li Er, are you teaching me how to do things?

Chapter 15
The weather was fine today, and Wei Wanyu took her maid, Xiaochan, out.

They have been looking for several days, but they still haven't found Li Yun.

Wei Zheng felt distressed when he saw it, and told Wei Wanyu to forget it, the fate has not come, so he can't force it.

But Wei Wanyu is not a person who gives up halfway. She rejected Wei Zheng's proposal and led Xiao Chan to continue searching outside.

At this time, they came to the West Market and passed by Wanjia Spice Shop.

However, there was a whole row of carriages parked in front of the spice shop. These carriages were luxuriously decorated, and they were clearly the carriages of noble families.

Xiaochan's eyes were sharp, and she said in surprise: "Miss, the wife of Duke Zhao is in front, and there is... wow, isn't that Mrs. Wei Guogong?"

Zhao Guogong is Changsun Wuji, and Wei Guogong is Li Jing.

Fortunately for Changsun Wuji's wife, Li Jing's wife has always lived in seclusion, and generally does not go out, except for imperial banquets.

Xiaochan only recognized Li Jing's wife when she met Li Jing's wife at the banquet hosted by Empress Changsun.

Wei Wanyu was also stunned. What's going on? Is this spice shop so popular?

These [-] spice shops are indeed the best shops in Chang'an, but Wei Wanyu thinks that their spices are of good quality, but they are not as distinctive as the spice shop she opened.

But what's the matter with so many princes and wives coming to this spice shop now?

Could it be that the queens used their spices?
Wei Wanyu subconsciously took two steps forward, and then saw Fang Yiyu, daughter of Liang Guogong Fang Xuanling.

"Sister Fang, you are here."

Fang Yiyu's eyes lit up, "Sister Wanyu, I didn't expect to meet you. I'm going to hold a poetry meeting in the mansion in two days. How about you come over then?"

Fang Yiyu is the eldest daughter of Fang Xuanling, and she has an older brother who is the famous Green Hat Wang Fang Yiai of the Tang Dynasty.

Fang Yiyu likes poetry, and Wei Wanyu is a well-known talented woman in Chang'an, so Wei Wanyu is always invited to poetry gatherings.

Wei Wanyu nodded with a wry smile.

She doesn't like today's gentle poetry style, she feels a little moaning and groaning without illness.

"Sister, why are there so many ladies and ladies here today?"

Fang Yiyu smiled and said: "Good stuff, the perfume sold here has become popular among the nobles in Chang'an, I just came here to give it to my mother, and I bought a few bottles for myself."

"perfume?"

Fang Yiyu nodded, then took out a bottle of perfume from his bosom, twisted the cap, poured out some perfume, clapped his hands together, and said with a smile, "Isn't it very fragrant?"

Wei Wanyu was taken aback for a moment, and then smelled a very pleasant smell.

"Is this the perfume?"

"Yeah, you can sprinkle it on your body. It smells good all day long. These thousands of spice shops have already told us that there are only one thousand bottles. It's not certain that Shi Hang will come out in the next batch, so we're all grabbing it now." crazy."

Wei Wanyu was a little worried at first, but when she smelled it, she knew that perfume must be more popular than spices.

Now that there are only [-] bottles, I feel relieved.

"How much is a bottle?"

"Five hundred dollars."

"What... five hundred dollars..."

Wei Wanyu couldn't help but widen her eyes, it's too expensive.

In her spice shop, a big bag of spices is about half a catty, and it only costs ten yuan. Now this small bottle costs five hundred yuan. Is this a money grab?
Wei Zheng's family has never been considered wealthy, and Xiaochan was shocked, "It's too expensive."

Fang Yiyu shook his head, and then showed the bottom of the perfume bottle, "Sister, this perfume is called Chanel, and now it is selling Chanel No. 750, you see there are numbers here, mine is Seven Five One, which means that when it is my turn, A bottle of [-] has already been sold, and I guess it will be sold out in half an hour."

"This this……"

Wei Wanyu still couldn't accept it.

This is too expensive, is it different to write a number?

Fang Yiyu smiled lightly, and then showed the body of the perfume bottle, "Here is a poem, this perfume is not only trendy, but also has excellent poems."

"Yun Xiang clothes Hua Xiangrong."

After Wei Wanyu read a sentence, she couldn't help being stunned.

What verse is this?Yun'er wants clothes, and Hua'er wants looks?
She quickly realized that it was describing a person, Yun'er wanted her clothes, and Hua'er wanted her appearance.

What kind of beauty is this?

Wei Wanyu's eyes widened afterwards, the word was too familiar.

Isn't that what the man wrote?

"This word..."

"Isn't this word beautiful? Hey, according to the shopkeeper, this word and verse were written by the inventor of this perfume. I really don't know what kind of man this is. He must be very handsome and talented."

Wei Wanyu nodded, "Sister, I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

After saying that, she hurried into Wanjia Spice.

"Sister, don't worry, if you want, I'll give you a bottle."

Xiaochan giggled, and said mysteriously: "Miss Fang, our lady knows this poet writer."

She then hurriedly followed.

Wei Wanyu walked into the Wanjia spice shop, and found that the front was already crowded with ladies, and she couldn't get to the front at all.

The shopkeeper of Wanjia Spice was introducing the perfume to Mrs. Zhao Guogong, and Mrs. Zhao Guogong nodded repeatedly.

With so many dukes and wives here, Wei Wanyu couldn't jump in the queue, so she could only line up obediently at the back.

Two quarters of an hour later, shopkeeper Wang said regretfully: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm really sorry, Mrs. Zhao Guogong bought a hundred bottles of perfume just now, and the Chanel No. [-] perfume in our store has been sold out, so please go back first."

"Shopkeeper, what are you talking about, we have come all the way, are you treating us like this?"

"That's right, we're already regular customers, isn't it too embarrassing for you to do this?"

"Treasurer Wang, can we keep the money, and the next batch will come in, and you will give it to us first."

The remaining ladies and ladies were very dissatisfied.

Shopkeeper Wang nodded with a wry smile, "Ladies and gentlemen, what you said is reasonable, but I'm really sorry, we can't make the decision. This perfume is not produced by our shop, but our business partner asked us to sell it on behalf of us, so you have to keep the money for it?" problem, but we can’t guarantee when it will be available.”

"It's okay, save the money for now, I'll order fifty bottles."

"I'm ordering thirty bottles."

"I'm ordering eighty bottles."

Wei Wanyu lined up at the back, her eyes were dazzled.

Her spice shop doesn't know if it can earn 50 yuan a day, but this Chanel perfume sells [-] bottles a day, which is a full [-] yuan.

"It's true that people are more popular than people."

The lady in front was very generous, and shopkeeper Wang happily took the money for the record.

Finally it was Wei Wanyu's turn, "Shopkeeper, can I meet the man who wrote this poem? Isn't he very handsome, isn't he very good-looking?"

(End of this chapter)