She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 287: 【286】Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 137 (4 Updates)

Chapter 287: 【286】Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 137 (4 Updates)

Since it was a farm, it of course wouldn’t be complete without poultry and livestock.

She bought two cows, ten silver taels each. Fearing that a single cow might exhaust someone when put to work, she bought two.

With five silver taels, she got a donkey, which would prove useful later. For now, it was kept on the farm with the cows and horses.

Then she bought about ten each of chickens, ducks, and geese. The farm already had cages for raising poultry, so she didn’t need to build any more.

She purchased six piglets all at once. Depending on their weight, a piglet cost between 500 cents and one tael.

All this added up to around sixty to seventy silver taels.

Money had to be spent everywhere, and with not a penny coming in, it was naturally a cause for insecurity.

Aside from those expenses, she spent another forty or fifty silver taels on farm tools. The category of farm tools was broad, including carts, baskets, plowing and hoeing equipment, so the costs were inevitable.

She had brought about 5,500 taels with her. Buying the farm cost 1,500 taels, and miscellaneous expenses took away another 500, leaving her with 3,500 taels. Starting a shop with this amount was risky; she would need to prepare at least five thousand taels.

So as the long-term workers busily tilled the fields, and Aunt Yuan and Yaya cooked, she herself was in her room bottling shampoo, cleansers, and moisturizing creams, as well as soap, into small porcelain bottles that she had bought. Since it was her first time selling these items, she didn’t dare prepare too much—just 50 bottles and 40 bars, which she packed into a small case.

She had bought these little bottles on her last trip to the city. A bottle cost five cents, and although it was a more expensive choice, the contents were unheard of in this era, so she was targeting the high-end market. A bottle could hold ten milliliters, and she planned to sell them for 50 cents each. The soaps, measuring five centimeters by three, would go for twenty cents a bar.

Without a shop, she had to peddle goods temporarily at the rouge and powder shop. She felt slightly awkward as she, a man in disguise, entered a place usually frequented by young, pretty girls. Her sudden appearance drew quite a bit of attention.

The shop attendants could tell from her clothing that she wasn’t wealthy, so they ignored her, favoring the young ladies instead.

Xiao Yu lingered there for about fifteen minutes, examining different items but receiving no attention.

When the crowd thinned, she approached to peddle her box, but as soon as she began to speak, she was dismissively waved off by the shopkeeper.

"All right, that’s enough. We don’t need any, understand? We are Beijing’s biggest rouge and powder shop. Every kind of rouge here is concocted by the finest perfume masters. Which master crafted your goods?"

Xiao Yu was at a loss for words, "There’s no famous name behind these. They aren’t rouge or powders; they’re for cleaning the face and hair. I could provide you with some samples to try."

"Try what? What if someone’s face gets ruined? I can’t take on such risk with no assurances. Off you go. Try your luck elsewhere; maybe someone else will be interested!"

Xiao Yu was pushed out the door, feeling unexpectedly thwarted. She found it both laughable and not a bit demeaning.

Beijing was no ordinary place—it was under the feet of the Emperor. For someone without status to come here and attempt to sell her wares was truly not easy.