My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

It fell on Wu Songsong's head.

Wu Songsong felt relieved when he saw the fat pigeon fly away, and returned to Song Qingcheng.

*

The next day, the day of the Qiqiao Festival, the streets were more lively than usual. Song Qingcheng came to the shop early, and it must be said that the location of this shop is very advantageous. It is well connected, because Hua Xiangrong focuses on the new fashion from the capital, which is eye-catching enough. In addition, many lion and dragon dances from the north were invited on this day, and the stilts and firecrackers were very rare in the gentle and graceful Jiangnan, showing the grandeur of the entire north.

People are curious, and this attracted many people to stop and take a look.

Once you enter the store, you will find that the interior decoration is still mainly in the Beijing style, which is extraordinary and makes people linger.

Song Qingcheng wore a veil and went straight up the stairs.

Such a scene naturally cannot be without Jinling City's number one lady, Deyang Village Lady. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a girl trying on the most elaborate clothes in Hua Xiangrong. The flowing smoke and sand on her body were embroidered with beautiful peonies, which made her temperament more noble. With every step she took, the flowers on her skirt flowed like water waves, giving a feeling of lotus blooming with every step.

"Take it off for me!"

Deyang looked at the person in front of him with a proud look on his face.

The girl who was trying on the clothes heard the voice and looked over to see who was so aggressive. She stopped talking when she saw the person coming. However, the clothes on her body were so gorgeous that she couldn't let them go and whispered, "Village Master, let me try this first. Everything has a first come first served rule!"

Deyang shouted to the crowd: "Who is the shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper squeezed through the crowd and asked, "Do you have any more dresses of this quality? I'd like to give this village master one of the same kind."

The same dress, worn by different people, would be a matter of who looks better. But in order to avoid this, Song Qingcheng drew the same dress when she was drawing the pictures. They were all the same, so there would be no embarrassment of wearing the same clothes. This is also the difference between Hua Xiangrong and others.

"I'm sorry, but all the styles of our Hua Xiangrong shirts and dresses are unique. We don't make any after-sales repairs. We will launch new styles later. You can take a look at the others."

"This village master, I like this one, she has paid for it, if you don't have this much money, I will pay for it!" When Deyang came in, he only saw people trying on the clothes, but he didn't pay.

Everyone gasped. There was a full fifty taels on the table. This dress was so expensive!

The shopkeeper said, "This piece of gorgeous brocade costs thirty taels, and you, the village master, keep the twenty taels!"

This problem is really difficult to solve. The girl who tried on the dress was so angry that she cried. If she had known, she would have paid first. Now she had to reluctantly return the dress and handed it to Deyang.

When everyone saw this, they were all shocked. "Boss, are you stupid? You have money to lose!"

The shopkeeper bowed repeatedly, "The boss's daughter told us that the clothes of Zifan Hua Xiangrong are spiritual, which means that they are worn by the girls in both directions. There is only one of them, which means that every girl in our Jinling City is also unique and precious!"

Everyone was ashamed: "No wonder it's so expensive, so this is it!"

Some clever girls, upon hearing the reason, had hesitated at first, but now rushed over and grabbed the dresses to try them on in the private rooms. In a short while, all the clothes in Huaxiangrong were sold out. Those who didn't get any paid a deposit and reserved their sizes, waiting for the next batch of new clothes to come out.

On the second floor, Song Qingcheng leaned on the railing and looked out, her heart finally settling down.

"Girl, it should be ready now, but it will take at least half a month to make a new one. By then, will it be possible..."

Song Qingcheng ordered Wu Songsong to pass the message to the shopkeeper to take the order, and then he brought up a thick stack of orders.

Seeing the pile of orders, Xia He beside her became even more worried. She knew how much work went into making the previous dresses. Seeing the people beside her worried, Song Qingcheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, slow work produces fine work, and things are precious because they are rare. The less you can get, the more you want them. When we Hua Xiangrong completely become the symbol of noble ladies, we won't have to worry anymore."

"Okay, gather yourself and go back home!"

Today, Hua Xiangrong has only launched ten sets. The accounts are very simple, but most of the money paid in advance is quite a lot, so they need to be sorted out.

After a careful count, there are actually more than a hundred sets. Now she has to design more than a hundred sets of various styles, so the next few days will be quite busy.

*

At the same time, Pei Huaizhi's land survey and equal taxation was also progressing in an orderly manner. Although there were many obstacles, it had been very effective.

After dealing with several wealthy families today, Pei Huaizhi finally got away and returned home. Sitting in the carriage, he finally had some free time. He gently pressed his brow with his fingertips. Noisy laughter and hawking sounds continued to be heard outside the carriage.

Pei Huaizhi has always been close to the secular world, but this time he rarely lifted the curtain of the carriage, and then he found that colorful lights had been hung on the streets and alleys. He was a little surprised and asked Shuqi, the driver, what day it was today.

Shuqi drove the carriage with one hand and turned back to say, "Today is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Qiqiao Festival. My Lord, please send a lantern to the young mistress."

Pei Huaizhi was stunned for a moment, thinking of the previous beauty incident, the more he felt that he was being too sentimental. He asked the carriage to stop, then got off and stood on the busy street to enjoy the breeze. The colorful lights on both sides of the Qinhuai River shone on him, giving him a layer of ethereal charm, which made his aura seem even more otherworldly and tranquil.

Walking along the street of Qinhuai River, suddenly a childish voice came from below. Pei Huaizhi looked closely and found that it was a little girl of five or six years old, carrying a basket of flowers. She looked up and asked: "Brother, would you like to buy a bouquet of red beans? My wife will definitely like it."

Hearing this, Pei Huaizhi squatted down, handed a silver ingot to the little girl, and asked in a rare gentle voice, "How do you know that my brother has a little girl?"

The little girl blinked her innocent eyes and said, "Mother, let me put it this way. Mother said that when she met her brother in a brocade robe, she would say this."

Shuqi stood aside and continued, "I think the girl's mother wanted to attract business."

Pei Huaizhi took the basket of red bean curd from the little girl and handed it to Shuqi beside him.

The little girl ran away happily with the silver in her hand, although she didn't know how much the silver was.

Shuqi was confused and blushed, "Sir, I didn't plan to give you red beans."

Pei Huaizhi looked at him like a fool, "What nonsense are you talking about? Go give it to her!"

"Who!"