Transfer Fubao four and a half years old

"Boss, how about we sell it on the street? It'll be cheaper."

The other three people murmured quietly and looked at the steward, their expressions already disappointed.

"Selling it foot by foot? If we want to sell it, someone has to ask for it. The largest shop in Qingliu County is Xian Shufang. This is the only one that can eat such a large amount of cotton cloth. Who else would stock up on ten carts of cloth at once?"

"Why don't you go to the capital? There are many shops in the capital."

"Hey, it's difficult! The big shops in the city have their own purchasing channels, and some even have their own weaving and dyeing workshops in the south. They won't come to us to stock up on goods."

"Besides stocking up, who knows if the prices will be lower next year? Isn't it said that most of the north is in drought? If we don't have anything to eat this year, we won't be able to grow all the food next year? Who will grow cotton?" The manager was clearly worried. He was angry, and he couldn't tell who he was angry with.

"But I think there will be less cotton planted, and cotton will definitely be more expensive." Unfortunately, this voice is not loud, and it is a bit lacking in confidence.

"It's no use to us. Is it possible that we have to rent a warehouse and keep it for a year and a half, waiting to be sold?"

"The imperial court will definitely not watch the people starve. With the imperial court's relief, won't we be able to plant cotton next year? We will make money from it. If we can sell it, we will sell it at a loss! Only when we return to our hometown can we feel at ease and save some capital. Only then can we make a comeback.”

Fu Bao had sharp ears, and she listened to what these people said.

Fubao's original dream was indeed because the heavy snow had affected spring planting. Cotton would no longer be able to be planted by then, and rising cotton prices were unavoidable.

However, Fu Bao, a little pudding, doesn't have such a brain to think so long-term. Huahua reminded her in the space. Huahua said: She can earn money next year by hoarding cloth, and she will give gold coins if she helps the cloth merchant with a lot of space.

"Grandma hugs."

When they arrived at the county town, they felt that everything was strange. Fubao, who insisted on holding hands and walked alone, was about to enter the store when he suddenly extended his chubby little hand to Grandma Yan.

Grandma Yan quickly hugged her, thinking that there were too many people and her little Fu Bao was scared.

"Grandma, Huahua said: next year when everyone grows food, the price of cotton will increase. We can buy the cloth and leave it to our third uncle to sell."

"Fu Bao thinks you can stock up on cloth?"

The third child in the family is the only one with the brains, and he can do some small business, but he has never thought of expanding the business. Grandma Yan is a little unsure of her decision, even though the suggestion is her most trusted Fu Bao.

"How about we discuss this with your grandfather and fourth uncle tonight?" At the critical moment, she still thought of those two intellectuals. After all, they were well-informed and their decisions were more weighty.

"Grandma, aren't you afraid of being robbed first?"

Fubao was just talking about these words. In fact, Huahua told her, and she just copied the exact words.

That's true. Not to mention how much it costs to bring ten carts of cotton from the south, the original price has now been reduced by another 20%. This kind of discount is not available in this village or that store.

"Grandma, there is a lot of silver in Fu Bao's box." Fu Bao thought grandma didn't have enough money to buy it, so he quickly reminded her.

“If Fu Bao says to buy it, buy it!”

Grandma Yan finally made up her mind, mainly because she had heard that Fubao never missed anything, but she was hesitant and a little resentful of the old man. Why did she always have to make the decision at the critical moment? And they are all critical moments that make people weak.

"Tsinghua University, you follow the list and go in first with your Aunt Chen to pick out cloths. We won't need autumn clothes or autumn cloths for the time being. We will pick out all the thicker winter cloths and cottons. Fu Bao and I will wander outside for a while before going in."

Mrs. Chen saw Grandma Yan calling Zimo over, as if she had something to discuss, so she didn't ask any questions and went in with Tsinghua University.

Grandma Yan was thankful that she hid a two hundred tael banknote when she went out. Although ten loads of fabric may not be enough, it should not be too different. The remaining balance can be paid when the fabric arrives in Daqiao Town. If not, you can also borrow a few ingots from Fubao's box.

At the door, he told Zimo about his plan to buy fabric.

"Grandma, are you going to buy all the autumn cloth?"

Even Zimo was surprised by such a temporary decision. This grandma was not simple. She was quicker and more decisive than Princess Chun.

He couldn't help but look at Grandma Yan twice more, and then at Fu Bao: It's not like a donation of 100 taels, it's the lady's idea again, right?

"Buy it back and sell it to your third uncle." Fu Bao said to Zimo with a wink.

Zimo understood: The young lady is really powerful. Not only did she capture the whole family, but even the prince could not pass her level.

"Okay, I'll go bargain with them again." Zimo took Grandma Yan's banknote.

People who practice martial arts have sharp ears. Zimo also heard what the three people and the steward said just now, and he also knew the approximate price.

"Zimo just make a decision. If we can negotiate, let them bring you back to Chu Pavilion. Unload the goods into two empty rooms first. As for how to save them, we can make plans after we get back."

Zimo thought that it wouldn't take much time to go back and forth. If Fubao had anything to do in the county, he should be able to find Mr. Xiao directly, so he didn't hesitate.

In the shop, Mrs. Chen followed Yan Qinghua, watching her choose fabrics according to the list in an orderly manner, ticking the boxes after selecting them, showing off her style without stage fright, and she was very thoughtful despite her age.

Occasionally, Yan Qinghua would politely ask Mrs. Chen or the waiters in the shop for their opinions when she didn't understand. She didn't feel ashamed to ask questions and was calm in times of crisis. She didn't look like someone from the countryside. Instead, she looked a bit like a housekeeper from a well-to-do family. She couldn't help but pay more attention to her. Some people have more calculations in mind.

With Mrs. Chen taking care of her and the proprietress giving her a lot of respect, a batch of winter clothes and quilts really saved a lot of money.

The goods I bought filled my carriage again, and together with the autumn cloth, there were eleven carriages in total.

When we returned to Mrs. Chen's house, the food was ready.

Zimo also came back and quickly picked up two bowls of rice before going back. He didn't even take a few more bites of the food. He still wanted to go back as soon as possible to finish unloading the goods and rush back as soon as possible to guard Fu Bao.

Yan Qinghua helped her mother-in-law prepare the meal together, and she was quick and neat. Mrs. Chen became more and more satisfied as she watched.

"You're a very diligent girl. I'm afraid you do a lot at home, right?"

"Well, how can farmers be so particular? Our family was in trouble in the past few years. Although several sisters-in-law let her go, she was not idle. She was good at washing, cooking, and sewing clothes, but she was wronged. ”

"Children who have been through hardships can withstand things. I like children like this. They cry and moan like a young lady when nothing happens. They are unwilling to do small things and can't do big things well. What's so good about them?"

Mrs. Chen was getting more and more satisfied with Yan Qinghua as she looked at her, and she wanted to arrest him directly. However, no one could see how careful she was. Grandma Yan only thought that she was too enthusiastic, even catching up with her own sisters.