in2ebook Chapter 119 Brother Wang, you have been deceived!
Chapter 119 Brother Wang, you have been deceived!
Spring outing.
Apricot blossoms blow all over my head.
Who is the young man on the road, so elegant and charming? (Excerpt from Wei Zhuang's "Thinking of the Imperial Hometown on a Spring Day")
Lin Xiaoman took out a paper sign from the bamboo basket and hung it on the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, his eyes fixed on the scholar in the light blue robe.
A single book by a scholar would cost one or two taels of silver, and those who could study in the academy in the county town must be children of wealthy families.
And this paper sign is what attracts them the most.
The second thing is the taste of the pastries.
Soon a young man in a blue robe came over with his hands behind his back, stopped in front of the paper sign that Lin Xiaoman had just hung up, and leaned in to look at the painting on the paper.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
The young man, who looked to be just over 20 years old, praised the painting.
Lin Xiaoman struck while the iron was hot, "Guest, this is a lucky Qingming gift basket. It contains four Qingming rice cakes, four peach blossom cakes, two mugwort cakes, and a congratulatory paper sign drawn by the Peach Blossom Gentleman. It is perfect and auspicious. It is the most suitable gift for elders, teachers and friends. Please try it first~"
Lin Jingzhe brought the plate to the young man.
After all, they have been selling food together for half a year, so they work together very well.
After the young man tasted the Qingming rice cake, Lin Xiaoman saw that his eyebrows were raised and he seemed a little surprised.
"How to sell it?"
Lin Xiaoman smiled and said, "For only 500 Wen, the delicious and unique Qingming gift will be yours."
The young man looked at the four people at the stall, three men and one woman, and found it quite interesting to see the youngest girl hawking her wares.
"Then give me one."
Lin Xiaoman asked: "Excuse me, are you sending this to an elder or a friend?"
Seeing that he looked unswerving, Lin Xiaoman hurriedly explained, "Each piece of paper has a different meaning. Take a look."
Lin Xiaoman took out a few pieces of paper and gave them to the young man. He looked at the paintings on the paper and liked them more and more.
It may not be stunning when viewed alone, but if you look closely at just a few strokes and pair it with the Qingming gift basket, it can be considered elegant.
The young man liked both the ones on the left and right and couldn't make a decision. In the end, he was hesitant between the two slips of paper.
Seeing that the jade pendant on the young man's waist was quite good, Lin Xiaoman guessed that he was a wealthy man, so he made a friendly suggestion: "If you are unsure about the choice, you can buy another one and share it with your classmates during the outing."
The young man hesitated, two portions cost one tael of silver.
Although he is not short of money, but...
"This...seems a bit expensive!"
Lin Jingzhe was surprised and said, "It's not expensive at all. You are a scholar. I heard that scholars spend several taels of silver on a book."
When the young man heard this, he thought it made sense, as a normal storybook would cost five or six hundred coins.
This Qingming gift, which includes a bamboo basket, cakes and paper signs, only costs 500 wen, which is not expensive.
The young man paid the silver readily, took the two bamboo baskets and left. He was going to give them to the teacher at the academy.
"Brother Wang, you really shouldn't have bought it. This... a bamboo basket costs 500 coins, which can buy a storybook."
"Yes, you feel sorry for that little girl and you want to cherish her, right?"
The young man surnamed Wang glared at the people who were talking and said, "There are poems and paintings in each bamboo basket, and each one is different. The salty Qingming rice cake tastes just as good as I like. Don't block my way. I want to send it to Master Li."
After saying this, they left one after another despite their classmates' attempts to stop them.
"Brother Wang is actually going to give a gift to Master Li? You are really a person who is seeking fame and reputation." The short and thin young man sneered, thinking that he would get a response from his classmates. Unexpectedly, the classmates who had just stood with him all stood ten feet away from him.
"Brother Lin, Brother Zhang, Brother Hu...you guys?"
"Giving gifts to elders during Qingming Festival shows respect. How can you say that you are seeking fame and reputation?"
"Yes, we will also buy one and give it to Master Li as a token of our gratitude."
All of a sudden, five or six scholars gathered around, each carrying a bamboo basket, paid the money and rushed to the academy.
During this period, some people bought some after tasting them to honor their elders at home, and most of the buyers were students in the academy.
The light blue robe is the uniform of the academy and is very easy to recognize.
Half an hour later, another group of students came over.
"Is this where the Qingming Cake gift basket that Brother Wang bought is from?"
Lin Jingzhe stepped forward and asked: "Did you buy some for the Master as well?"
"Yes, this bamboo basket is beautifully woven and can be used to store books. It's great."
With Lin Xiaoman's vigorous promotion, more and more people gathered in front of the stall.
Seeing Lin Xiaoman and Lin Jingzhe being pushed to the back, Xie Ci'an stepped forward and picked up the middle-aged man who was trying the free Qingming rice cakes and kept squeezing in, "Don't push. Uncle, you've eaten several pieces of Qingming rice cakes. Since they are so delicious, how many would you like?"
When the man who was being held by the collar heard that he was being asked to buy something, he ran away in shame.
When Gu Changsheng saw that even Xie Ci'an had stepped forward, he realized how could he, the son of a businessman, be a coward.
So I walked up to him, caught someone and introduced myself to him stumblingly...
In less than a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen bamboo baskets were sold.
In total, thirty-two Qingming gift baskets were sold.
Ping'an brought tea from Jixiang Bookstore and poured a cup for each person.
Lin Xiaoman drank three cups in a row but still felt thirsty.
Scholars are really good at speaking. She explained until her mouth was dry.
Wave after wave of people would come forward to take a look when they heard about the salty Qingming rice cake, but would back off once they heard the price. Only a few people who were wealthy would buy one or two baskets.
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"My lord, my lord?"
"Do those people over there look familiar to you?"
"I don't know. Hey, isn't that the only son of Mr. Xie, the Imperial Censor whose property was confiscated years ago?"
"Take a look at the others."
"Sir, this... Lin'an City's richest man, Gu You's only son is also here. Why are they gathered together?"
It is interesting to see County Magistrate Zhen holding a fan and laughing.
Gu You actually let his only son come to Jialin County to do business?
Or is it that Boss Gu is finally planning to train his only son to inherit his legacy?
However, there were two young boys and girls standing with them, who were obviously poorly dressed. Who were they?