The two successfully escaped from Cao's mansion.
Cao Yingying found a quiet place and started writing a letter. She was careful not to send the original letter found in Mrs. Cao's room. Instead, she copied a copy and put it in the letter and sent it together.
"I didn't expect your handwriting to be so beautiful." Zhao Ergou said in surprise, "Have you been reading and writing since you were a child?"
"This is hairpin regular script. I practiced it based on the calligraphy written by my mother." Cao Yingying sealed the book and said in a low voice, "Zhao Ergou, I really envy you four brothers for having such a good and gentle mother. …”
Zhao Ergou didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only accompany her silently.
After the letter is written, it needs to be sent.
When people want to send letters, they usually ask acquaintances or merchants to take them with them, but this is too slow, and it takes a while to find a merchant who happens to be there, and it is difficult to find them. It is best to choose a post station.
On the surface, the post station was dedicated to serving the imperial court, but in fact, the court did not have much work. The people in the post station were idle on weekdays, so the service of sending letters to the people naturally evolved.
However, the price is very expensive, and instead of sending the letters immediately, you have to wait until the number of letters is sufficient, and then arrange for someone to send the letters.
The price of sending a letter to Quanzhou is two taels of silver.
Although Zhao Ergou was smacking his tongue, he still happily paid.
After coming out of the station, Cao Yingying thanked her sincerely: "I don't even remember how many times you have helped me. Wait for me..."
"When you return to the Cao family, you will repay me well, right?" Zhao Ergou interrupted her, "My mother said that I don't need any repayment from you, as long as you can go home happily. If you really If you want to repay me, come with me to Ping'an County to buy cloth. It's getting late today, so you can go home after shopping."
Cao Yingying hummed softly.
The two returned to the gate of the city. Zhao Da was lying on the bullock cart and had just woken up. It was actually still early, and he had just arrived at Shenshi.
The three of them took an ox cart back to Ping'an County.
Last time, Zhao Ergou took out 50 or 60 taels of silver to buy cloth. When he turned his hand over, it became more than 80 taels, and he threw it all in.
Coarse cloth, linen cloth, and fine linen cloth, all the money was invested in purchasing these three items, because other materials could not be purchased by the villagers.
But when we walked to the third cloth shop, the shopkeeper said very apologetically: "A man came here this morning and bought hundreds of pieces of coarse linen from my warehouse. The next batch of goods will not arrive until half a month."
Zhao Ergou had a bad premonition in his heart.
He asked: "Why did that person buy hundreds of pieces of coarse cloth?"
He always buys more than a dozen horses as a family, accumulating a small amount into a big sum. He is afraid that if he buys too much, others will follow him and imitate him.
The shopkeeper explained: "He claims to be the purchasing manager in the Wang Yuan's residence. He seems to be making autumn and winter clothes for his servants..."
Zhao Ergou breathed a sigh of relief. He just didn't come here to compete with him for business.
He bought a dozen bolts of linen and fine linen at this house, and then went to the next house to continue his purchases.
Cao Yingying stopped him: "How much quantity do you plan to purchase this time?"
Zhao Ergou replied: "I am ready to invest all the eighty-seven taels of silver in my hand."
"I don't think so." Cao Yingying said, "No one has done this business before. It's because everyone doesn't know there is such a huge profit. If you do it twice in a row, it should have spread. Some brave people , we may start trying to sell cloth today, and the market in Baiyun Town may be affected."
Zhao Ergou thought for a while and said: "There are more than thirty villages in Baiyun Town. I purchased more than 500 pieces of cloth twice before. I only visited four villages and sold out. My current volume of goods is about There are more than 800 horses, which can be eaten by six villages. There is actually a lot of room in the market, so it should not be a problem."
Cao Yingying said nothing more.
Although her family is engaged in business, and although she owns a shop, she does not take care of it herself. Her understanding of business is limited to talking about it on paper. Zhao Ergou has personally understood the market, and he must be more knowledgeable than her. Knowing this, she still didn't interrupt casually.
In less than half an hour, more than eighty taels of silver were spent.
The bullock cart was piled high with cloth and covered with a piece of coarse cloth. People on the street didn't know what was on the cart.
The oxcart swayed back to Dahe Village.
The sun is getting westward.
Cheng Wanwan started to prepare dinner.
Chunhua was quick to help. She hadn't stopped since she came here this morning, for fear that she would be kicked home by her uncle if she was lazy.
Seeing the girl pick up the ax and prepare to chop firewood, Cheng Wanwan said quickly: "We'll wait until your brother Dashan comes back to chop the firewood. You go to the backyard and feed the lambs and rabbits. Otherwise, when that girl Yingying comes back, the kids They should all be going crazy with hunger.”
I don’t know if Yingying can check the news if she goes to town today.
She suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have made a bad idea to let this little girl counterattack the stepmother. If no evidence was found, and the stepmother caught her and forced her to marry again, it would be the end of the world.
She was a little uneasy.
Chunhua's voice sounded in the backyard: "Auntie, it's not good, one of the chickens has a broken leg!"
Cheng Wanwan quickly put down the kitchen knife and went to the backyard. Over there in the corner, there was a chick lying on the ground dying. Its right leg was broken and it was bleeding a lot. It looked like it was about to die.
The chickens and ducks at home are almost two months old. They can lay eggs if they wait another month. It would be a big loss if they die at this time.
Cheng Wanwan sighed and picked up the chicken.
"Mom, let me go find Doctor Zheng and have a look." Zhao Sidan said very distressedly. He raised these chickens and ducks by pooping and peeing. Seeing the chickens injured was more serious than his own injury. Still uncomfortable.
Cheng Wanwan was speechless. It was only this little fool who could think of treating a little chicken.
She said: "Chunhua, can you kill chickens?"
Chunhua nodded: "I have seen my father kill before, so I know a little bit about it."
She threw the chicken into Chunhua's arms: "Kill it quickly. Let's make fried chicken today."
"Mom, how could you...what, fried chicken?" Zhao Sidan swallowed, "What is fried chicken? Is it delicious?"
"You'll know when it's cooked."
Cheng Wanwan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
After coming to this era, she tried her best to restrain her appetite. She suppressed all her thoughts about boiled fish, spicy hotpot, barbecue, hot pot, milk tea, fried chicken, barbecue, and snail noodles.
But when she saw the chicken, she couldn't help it.
When making fried chicken in modern times, white-feathered chickens that have been produced for a little more than a month are used. The meat is fresh and tender and has a soft texture.
This little baby chicken is perfect for making fried chicken.
Just as she said, Cheng Wanwan locked herself in her room, bought a fried chicken tutorial, and slowly read it.
Before I finished the tutorial, I heard shouts from outside the yard.
She quickly opened the door and went out. Standing at the door of the yard and looking out, she could see a carriage driving in on the road at the entrance of the village.
"It's my dad!" Chunhua couldn't believe it, "How can my dad drive a carriage?"
The person sitting on the carriage was indeed Zhao Youcai. He went to town wearing new clothes and new shoes in the morning. Now his body was covered with mud and he was in a miserable state.
He really has no talent for driving. What others can learn in half an hour, he learned it hard for most of the day. He didn't know how many times he fell, and he didn't know how many jokes he was made... But fortunately, he finally learned it. , finally succeeded in driving the carriage back. Of course, he would never tell anyone that the horse almost ran away on the way. If the horse ran away, selling him would not be worth twenty taels of silver...
"Uu——!"
He shouted loudly, and the carriage stopped at the door of Cheng Wanwan's yard.
