Chapter 130: Buy cloth

Cheng Wanmiao returned to the room. The old lady on the bed lazily opened her eyes and asked, "How did he say that?"
Cheng Wanmiao bowed his head and replied: "Cousin said... Let me find another good match, not wronged me."
"If he really doesn't want to wrong you, he should marry you!" Mrs. Fu was furious and pulled out the book under the pillow and fell to the ground!
It's a comic book. Compared with the old-fashioned talents and beautiful ladies, the stories of generals and Sirius are now more popular.
"No harmonious, private life! Is he a dead man?! If you had brought this book, I didn't know that it had been discussed like this! This unfilial son!" Mrs. Fu gasped and gasped. , Actually trembling with hands and feet.
Cheng Wanmiao brought the medicine immediately and fed it to Mrs. Fu.
After drinking a small half of the bowl in this way, the old lady could not drink any more, waved her hand away, and said, "Drinking the medicine every night, except for crying in my mouth, there is no taste, and I don't see any improvement."
"Auntie, you are too angry, so I didn't feel it. I looked at you, it was better than before."
Cheng Wanmiao comforted her softly, then put down the medicine bowl, took a piece of dried apricots from the delicate clay pot on the table, and fed it into the old lady's mouth.
Mrs. Fu had sweet and sour sweet apricots, her eyes narrowed, and her emotions finally relaxed.
Cheng Wanmiao looked at Mrs. Fu's complexion and said softly, "Auntie, otherwise... let's forget it? Wan Miao's status is low, I'm afraid I don't deserve my cousin..."
Mrs. Fu glanced at her and sneered, "Isn't your status low, wouldn't that Mrs. Sibing be even lower? Without the title given by the emperor, what would she be? It's just a lowly woman in a military barracks asking for life!"
Yeah, isn't it a humble woman who makes sword bows with a group of craftsmen in the barracks every day?
Cheng Wanmiao remembered Hua Qingxue's snowy face, and she was jealous in her heart.
Isn't it that the woman in the north is the most old-fashioned in the wind and sun? Why is Hua Qingxue so tender that she can't pinch out the water?
Cheng Wanmiao thought: What about looking good? Her hands must be rough! Calluses!
"Cousin has always been very affectionate to Mrs. Si Bing..." Cheng Wanmiao bit her lip, as if tolerating the weight. "Wanmiao does not want to make her cousin bore, nor does she want to embarrass her aunt."
"Then you don't want to be famous?" Mrs. Fu stared at her with hatred.
Cheng Wanmiao was sobbing, "Wanmiao is useless and can't please the cousin. The cousin intends to marry Mrs. Sibing as a wife. Wanmiao can't stay as a concubine. I only hope that the Green Lantern Buddha will be there for the rest of his life. !"
Mrs. Fu said angrily: "I brought you up, is it just to make you a concubine?!..."
She said, her expression suddenly stunned, as if thinking.
Cheng Wanmiao asked: "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"
Mrs. Fu's mouth twitched with a smile, and his old face was a little weird. "You naturally can't be a concubine, but... the people around me are all wives and concubines. My son is so big. Concubine is accepted."
Cheng Wanmiao lowered her head, and there was a trace of poison in her eyes.
...
The next day, Fu Tingye rarely took the time to go to the other courtyard during his busy schedule.
The two had dinner together, and Fu Tingye asked her, "My mother has been here?"
Hua Qingxue was stunned and nodded.
She does not like to complain, nor will she complain like the aggrieved daughter-in-law, she said nothing. Fu Tingye heard about that day.
As the Son of Man, he couldn’t blame his elders. He was silent for a long while, and sighed:
You have been wronged. Mother, she used to be different.
Although the relationship between the mother and the child is estranged, Mrs. Fu at least understands the affair, and in the recent period of time, she seems to have lost her mind and no cultivation.
Hua Qingxue is not good at talking about other people's parents, and she agrees with the sentence: "Probably because you are older..."
The two of them didn't want to talk more about this topic. They fell silent and ate quietly.
...
Luo Muyu invited Hua Qingxue to go shopping.
She is a non-stop character. In the past, she helped Lu Zhengqing to deal with herbs and take care of the pharmacy at home. Now Lu Zhengqing does not allow her to do anything, even to prevent her from touching the needlework. Luo Muyu can only go shopping and buy thing.
I heard that there are a lot of good materials in the cloth shop on East Street. Luo Muyu wanted to buy some for the unborn children.
"It's okay for you to pick a general for the general. It doesn't matter if you don't do it. It's your intention to find another tailor after choosing it." Luo Muyu encouraged Hua Qingxue.
Did you pick the cloth for Fu Tingye...
Hua Qingxue imagined that picture in his mind. Fu Tingye usually wears two kinds of clothes, one is the court clothes, and the other is the general clothes. Both of these clothes are under the special official office of the court. As for what he wears in casual clothes...
Hua Qingxue couldn't think of it.
She was very impressed with her shirtless look...
However, she kept raising her body at home every day, and she was really panicked. It was not bad to go out with Luo Muyu.
The two went out together hand in hand, with a few maidservants.
Today is a good day with no wind, blue sky and white clouds, the sun in the early winter is warm and distant.
The news of Luo Muyu is really sensitive. The cloth shop has indeed bought a lot of new goods. Many ladies and ladies are picking and choosing in the store. The scene looks quite lively.
The shopkeeper recognized Hua Qingxue's clothes and fabrics as the finest goods in the first-class goods, and knew that the patron had arrived, and he greeted him with a smile, and led the two to the elegant room on the second floor. The men in the shop presented the samples of the cloth one by one to the two.
Luo Muyu was somewhat flattered and secretly whispered to Hua Qingxue: "Maybe it's a change of owner, this store's service has not been so thoughtful before..."
Hua Qingxue was whiter than Romu, and when he heard the words, he believed, "Well, maybe it is."
The two were drinking tea while choosing fabrics. They didn't know how many times they were more comfortable than the ladies who had endured crowding downstairs.
Luo Muyu finished picking up the children, and picked up a lot of good materials for the husband, planning to make some comfortable blouses.
Hua Qingxue originally had the mentality of being accompanied, watching and watching, and gradually got interested.
Whether it is ancient textile skills or traditional dyeing and weaving skills, she has opened her eyes, and she ended up picking more than Rom.
Luo Muyu took out a stone-blue fabric and smiled: "Who are you going to wear in this color? Will it be too tender for the general to wear?"
Hua Qingxue smiled embarrassedly.
This color is indeed too fresh for Fu Tingye.
She just thought that the color was beautifully dyed and couldn't help but wanted to buy it. It doesn't matter. Anyway, she still has two apprentices. Su Shaowen and this color are very good.
The two picked up for a while, Hua Qingxue had a whimsy, and asked the man: "Is there a cloth in your house, very thick and tight, very wearable... Oh yes, the water is sprinkled on, it is not easy to get wet Planting cloth?"
Because Yinhua Qingxue bought too much, the guy knew that this was a patron and did not dare to neglect. He replied: "Wait a moment, I will ask our shopkeeper."
Let's just leave the fabric and go downstairs quickly.
Luo Muyu asked her curiously: "Is there such a cloth? Isn't the water wet?"
"Well... It's not that it's not wet, but it's very poor in water absorption. Unlike ordinary cotton cloth, it gets wet into a large piece when it gets wet." Hua Qingxue explained, and sighed with a smile, "I just suddenly thought Get up, so ask if you don’t have one.

But after a while, the guy in the shop came back and followed the shopkeeper of the cloth.
The old shopkeeper is obviously more knowledgeable and more experienced than his friends. After Hua Qingxue described it, he immediately said: "Oh! Are you talking about canvas?"
Hua Qingxue thought for a while and nodded, "Well, it's a kind of canvas."
"Canvas is mostly used in the Liangjiang River Basin and coastal areas. Only shipbuilding will use it. Most people in Shengjing buy cloth for tailoring, so there is no canvas in the store."
Hua Qingxue disappointed, "Do you know where I can buy it?"
The old shopkeeper pondered for a moment, and said: "If the guest official wants a large amount, we can buy a batch of cloth, but if the amount is small, this... I am afraid that the cost of the light road will not be overwhelmed."
Canvas belonged to the category of coarse cloth in ancient times, thick and bulky, and the price can not be compared with fine silk. If the amount is too small, the carriage fee may not be earned.
Hua Qingxue didn't know how much it was a big deal, and asked: "A hundred horses, is it too much?"
The shopkeeper almost fell!
"Guest, are you going to build a ship?!"
This is more than that, I am afraid that it will have to transfer goods from north to south to make up this amount! No one cares about this canvas at ordinary times. Only in the spring and autumn season every year, the major workshops will make some, so now there is not much inventory, who expects Hua Qingxue to open one hundred horses!
Hua Qingxue laughed: "It's not shipbuilding, it is to do something else."
Is the shopkeeper embarrassed: "In the short term, there may be less than one hundred horses, is the official anxious?"
"It's not anxious, just give me as much as you can." Hua Qingxue's attitude is very easy-going. "When the goods arrive, I will send someone to pick them up."
She left the address of her other courtyard, reported her name, and the shopkeeper almost knelt!
"It turned out to be Mrs. Sibing!"
Hua Qingxue smiled and left the cloth together with Luo Muyu.
The two women were seated in the carriage, and the carriage continued to stroll forward slowly, as if to continue shopping.
The man above the teahouse looked at it for a long time and laughed with amusement: "I can't think of Mrs. Si Bing in Daqi, it really looks a little bit, it turns out that the comic strips are not all fake, so delicate, how can there be no flowers around them? warrior?"
He got up and prepared to be pulled down by another man with a knife at the table. "Your Highness is slow."
The man smiled frivolously, "Relax, Axun, I won't be a darling, but I'll just get to know him."
"Your Highness, let's take a closer look." The Sabre man glanced expressionlessly underneath.
His Highness frowned, and was impatient, but still according to what he said.
"...Fu Tingye protects the wife of the soldier, but he is very well protected." His Royal Highness saw the eyebrows and raised his lips.
It seems that Hua Qingxue only took the maidservant, in fact, before and after the carriage she was riding, there were dark guards arranged to protect him silently.
There is no doubt that this is necessarily Fu Tingye's arrangement.