Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 242 - 165 Good Person_1

Chapter 242: Chapter 165 Good Person_1

Qian Yixiu was bargaining with the waiter when Shopkeeper Zhao came downstairs after seeing a customer off. He overheard Qian Yixiu’s words and laughed, sending the customer out before turning back to stand by Qian Yixiu’s side. He spoke quietly with a smile, "Miss, are you here to buy another hairpin again? Good, I’ll give you a 20% discount. However, next time you have something good, make sure to sell it to our Silver Tower."

The Silver Tower’s business was booming exactly because Prince Consort Pan had bought the unique pearls sold by her family. Therefore, the astute Shopkeeper Zhao was hoping that her family still had some pearls left to sell.

Qian Yixiu was determined to obtain that hairpin and would have bought it even without a discount. When she saw that Shopkeeper Zhao was offering a discount, saving her six taels of silver, she was even happier. She took out a hundred tael silver note to give to Shopkeeper Zhao, who in return gave her one fifty silver note and twenty-six taels of silver. He also placed the pearl hairpin inside a pretty little lotus purse before handing it to Qian Yixiu.

He then asked, "Aren’t you going to buy something for yourself, Miss?"

Qian Yixiu shook her head and said, "Your shop’s jewelry is all beautiful, it’s just a bit pricey for me; I can’t bring myself to buy it."

Shopkeeper Zhao laughed again and took a small, fine silver hairpin from the counter. At the tip of the tiny hairpin was a little silver fish. He enticed her gently, "I’ll give this hairpin to Miss, just remember to bring your grandfather’s good items here next time."

Qian Yixiu nodded with a smile and accepted it; Shopkeeper Zhao was even more lovable than she had imagined. It seemed that they could cooperate more in the future.

After leaving the Treasure Silver Building, she went to the Dew Fragrance Store not too far away. Her mother had cried because she didn’t buy any fragrance grease, so Qian Yixiu wanted to buy some skincare for herself and also get a gift for her mother on behalf of her brother.

The Dew Fragrance Store was the most upscale rouge and face powder shop in Jizhou Province, selling not only their own fragrance grease and scented dew but also products from Capital City, Jiangnan, and even the Western Regions and Persia, all of which were very expensive.

Qian Yixiu didn’t dare to go upstairs and just walked around on the first floor. The majority of the customers here were women, and they were women swathed in silk, adorned in gold and silver, which is why the waiters were two teenage girls and a boy around thirteen or fourteen years old.

The waiters didn’t look down on her, a little girl dressed in cotton clothes, and served her patiently as she picked and chose.

As she selected and sniffed, she felt that the lotus perfume cream she bought for her mother in Erliu Town was inexpensive and extremely good value for money. The color and fragrance of that cream were comparable to the middle to high-end products here, but due to inferior packaging and lack of fame, it couldn’t command a high price.

It seemed that upon returning, she would have to think of a way to get her family’s Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop to collaborate with that incense paste workshop, to package and promote the fragrance grease.

After much comparison, she bought a small bottle of Clear Lotus Scented Dew for her mother. The small bottle was made of glazed porcelain and was extremely attractive. In her view, this glazed porcelain bottle was much more high-end than a glass bottle. However, rarity is the precursor to overpricing, so here, any scented dew packaged in small glass bottles was outrageously expensive.

Those in small porcelain bottles were considered low to mid-tier; the tiny bottle she bought cost her two taels of silver.

She also bought a box of Osmanthus incense paste for her own skincare and thinking of the beauty-loving Qian Manting, she bought one more box, spending one tael and eight coins of silver.

Nowadays, she didn’t have to worry about her little aunt; Wan Dazhong had already bought her a complete set of cosmetics including incense paste, rouge, eyebrow stones, and fragrance cakes. As for Grandma Wu, buying her something might just earn Qian Yixiu a scolding, so she let it be.

The jewelry and fragrance grease she bought today were the cheapest products from upscale shops, and yet it still cost so much silver. Women’s items are always the most expensive no matter the era.

After leaving the Dew Fragrance Store, Qian Yixiu turned to Liang Gao, who had accompanied her all this way, and smiled, "I’ll treat Big Brother Liang to some longan buns."

Liang Gao laughed, "Now that you’re calling me Big Brother, how could I have the heart to let my little sister spend money? Let’s go; we’ll buy some buns to take back, the young masters must be hungry."

The two went to the Yixiang Building and bought ten baskets of longan buns, five baskets of shrimp dumplings, and five baskets of jade-green shaomai.

When they got back to the Wuxi Teahouse, the morning storytelling session had already ended. But the boys weren’t satisfied and tipped the Mr. Storytelling to continue in a private room.

Uncle Liang was very pleased to see Liang Gao bring back so much food, saying, "You’re quite clever, lad."

After everyone finished eating, they listened to the afternoon session. Later in the evening, after dining at a restaurant, Wan Dazhong took the four children and called a donkey cart to return to Qian Sigui’s house.

Let’s not talk about Qian Yixiu’s reflections on the life of the rich. Even the little girl Qian Manting said, "It’s nice to have money. Not only can you eat out every day, but you can also sit in a teahouse and listen to storytelling every day."