Xu Ling has absolutely no feelings for Liu Niang.
Nonsense, she was originally a woman.
She fell in love with Gu Tao partly because Gu Tao was her responsibility. Since she had made up her mind to live with Gu Tao for the rest of her life, she had to accept and adapt.
The other part is that Gu You is very nice and she really likes him.
But if I want her to be half-hearted and have three wives and four concubines, I can't do it. I really can't do it.
Even if Liu Niang was interested in her, she only felt guilty and wanted to compensate Liu Niang and repay her for taking good care of her during the days when she was seriously ill.
Without Liu Niang's care, he would have fallen seriously ill with a fever alone, and he would have died in the house without anyone knowing.
Xu Ling has always adhered to the principle that people respect me one foot, and I respect others one foot. Anyway, when he makes enough money selling Qiuli paste, he will go home and have his wife and children on the kang.
He distributed the Qiuli ointment recipe to Liu Niang and sold it himself without delay.
So Xu Ling saw through his younger brother and sister's thoughts, and just shook his head, immersed in making Qiuli ointment, and had no intention of explaining.
Xu Ling was busy until midnight, when the watchman knocked the gong in the alley to remind him, and finally finished a large pot of Qiuli paste.
Xu Ping and Xu An didn't stay up very late and fell asleep long ago.
Xu Ling packed the jars of autumn pear paste and moved it back to the house, and then quietly took out some pears from the space to fill the gap.
After finishing his work, Xu Ling washed his face and feet, took a breath of hot air, rubbed his hands and went to bed.
Early the next morning, Xu Ping got up quietly, and when he rolled over Xu Ling, Xu Ling woke up.
After giving Xu Ping twenty coins and asking him to go out and buy some food and come back early, Xu Ling got up, brushed his teeth and packed his things.
After eating, Xu Ling left a hundred coins for his younger brother and sister, asking them to stay at home to eat by themselves and not to run around while he went out to sell Qiuli paste.
Xu Ping and Xu An agreed, but Xu Ling was worried and went to the tea shop in the front yard to ask Liu Niang to help take care of it. Liu Niang also agreed.
Xu Ling then left with peace of mind.
He used to use baskets to carry Qiuli ointment when he walked around the streets. Now that shotguns were replaced by cannons and carts were available, Xu Ling naturally used carts to load them.
Who would have thought that after shouting outside all morning, only two cans were sold.
Xu Ling was puzzled. He walked from the east city gate to the west city gate and walked around half a circle. The sun was shining brightly at noon. Xu Ling bought two steamed buns and sat by the river, eating and thinking about the reason.
The streets were bustling with pedestrians, and a few who occasionally looked over quickly looked away.
Xu Ling was a little anxious after not making much money all morning. Before going home, he thought that with the ability to earn dozens of taels in those few days, he would be able to make enough money soon when he came back. It would be enough to pay off debts and build a house when he returned.
Unexpectedly, he was frustrated when he came back, which made him regret spending so much money.
Xu Ling couldn't sell Qiuli paste, so he had to go to Carpenter Lu's shop to get a custom-made shelf. He put the shelf on a cart and pushed it to an unoccupied corner, and took it back while no one was around.
Xu Ling planned to stop selling things today and find a place to free up space.
The land with limited space is filled with vegetables from all four seasons. The pears and things he bought are all stored in the corner. With shelves, they can be tidied up.
Xu Ling pushed the cart towards home. He passed a stone bridge on the road and saw a blind old man telling fortunes on the bridge. The old man, also named Xu, was carrying a cloth banner with the words "Xu Banxian fortune telling" written on it.
He seemed to be full of talent, and there were actually several people surrounding him waiting for him to do the math for them.
An idea flashed in Xu Ling's mind, but unfortunately it flashed too fast and he didn't catch it, so he had to stop there and watch it quietly for a while.
The small river under the stone bridge was sparkling, and there were a few boats moored. There were men and women on the boats, and it was quite leisurely.
Xu Ling also saw an old acquaintance. When he was selling printed pears, he asked a scholar named Luo Cheng to write red calligraphy for him. There were several scholars in green shirts sitting on the boat not far away. One of them stood up and chanted some sour poems loudly to the willow trees on both sides of the bank.
Luo Cheng sat in the cabin, shrinking his neck. The other people seemed to be teasing him, making him beg for mercy.
Xu Ling looked around, looking at all kinds of people. He could guess a person's identity simply by looking at each person's appearance...
identity!
Xu Ling's eyes flashed and he patted his thigh, "I'll go!"
He only cares about the large quantity of Qiuli ointment he pulls on a cart, but he is not selling goods wholesale. Which one can sell the goods at a high price, a vendor pulled by a cart or a medicine vendor holding a cloth banner and pretending to be a master?
Of course it’s the latter!
No matter how good his product is, it is just sugar paste made from pears, and it is not real sugar cane sugar. If he didn't wear the skin of a half-baked charlatan, how could he sell it so quickly?
Thinking of this, Xu Ling quickly found an open space to take back the cart, and continued to carry Qiuli paste in a backpack, selling it in the streets.
Sure enough, more Qiuli paste was sold in the afternoon than in the morning!
In the evening, Xu Ling went to the wealthy area.
Unlike where ordinary people live, the people who live in these streets are either rich or noble. Red vermilion gate, stone lion, and sometimes you can see X mansion written on the plaque in front of the gate.
It's a pity that traders are not allowed to do business here. Soon after Xu Ling entered, he was driven away by the servants.
How did you say that?
"Don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the middle-aged to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor..." Xu Ling muttered to himself, making himself laugh: "The dead are the most important."
But soon, Xu Ling discovered a loophole that could be exploited.
He saw some people going in through the intestine-like alley, so he followed them curiously. As a result, he found that every household of these wealthy people had side entrances.
This is where the maids and servants often stay. Some of them are brave enough to open the back door and look outside.
When a little girl saw Xu Ling, her eyes lit up and she shouted softly: "Hey, what are you selling? Do you have a double-sided brocade handkerchief from Quanzhou?"
what is that?
Xu Ling had never heard of it.
He stood some distance away and said honestly: "I am a cough syrup seller. I don't have the handkerchief you want."
The girl was young, and the light in her eyes dimmed. She pouted and stamped her feet: "Why don't you sell anything? How can you make any money?"
Xu Ling quickly asked: "Where can I buy the double-sided brocade handkerchief you mentioned?"
"Where to go? Of course it's Quanzhou!"
The girl choked her nose, seeming to dislike Xu Ling's short-sightedness.
Xu Ling was a little amused, "Since we can only buy it in Quanzhou, why do you make things difficult for us little traders like us and not go there to buy it?"
"You..." The girl's round face and eyes widened in anger, "I am giving you ideas to make money. Do you know who my father is?"
Most of her body leaned out from behind the door, her hands on her hips and she said arrogantly to Xu Ling.
Xu Ling saw the clothes she was wearing, the jade bracelet on her wrist, and the pearls on her head, and he knew she couldn't be a maid.
Maybe it's some mistress who wants to see the world.
Xu Ling replied casually: "I don't know."
After that, he raised his feet and left.
