The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Chapter 115 The First Day Ji Yinghuai Left

After breakfast, Jiang Shian felt less annoyed because Ji Yinghuai had left.

Now that I have my own shop, I don’t have to rush to the market early to reserve a stall like before.

After cleaning up the dishes, Fangzi came back with a basket full of green grass.

The two men harnessed their carriage and headed for town.

When we arrived at the shop, there was already a long line at the door and two shop assistants were busy inside.

When the two assistants saw him, they stepped forward as if they had seen a savior. "Boss, you are here. We have too many people here today. We are running out of goods. A gentleman just came and ordered 500 boxes at once."

The goods in the shop will be sold out so soon. Jiang Shian glanced at the sky. The sun had just risen. Without thinking too much, he asked the two to move the things off the carriage.

"There are still goods in the carriage. Move them to the shop first." He glanced at the long line and called Fangzi, "Luckily you came with us today. This is definitely not enough to sell. There is more in the warehouse. Hurry and move more."

"Okay." Fang Zi responded quickly.

After moving the things down, Fangzi drove the carriage away without stopping.

It’s worthy of being a big market. People are coming and going on the streets early in the morning, pushing and shoving each other.

Many people carried a tall basket on their backs and walked forward with the crowd while looking at the things sold in the shops on both sides.

When seeing a lot of people gathered in front of a shop, everyone would become curious and rush over.

The two waiters were soliciting customers and taking things out, while Jiang Shian was sitting behind the table and collecting money.

It would be fine if he gave copper coins directly, he just needed to count them. But if it was small change, he would have to weigh it for a long time before giving the change.

No one who bought the soaps we sold before complained that they were not good, so when they heard that a new soap had been released this time, they all gathered at the door of the shop.

Some poor country folk felt that it was just something to wash their faces, and that it would be enough to wash with just a handful of water. It was not cost-effective to buy something so expensive, so they just looked at it and left.

Those who are more particular will feel that their face is refreshed and they will be full of energy for the whole day. I gritted my teeth and bought one, deciding to give it a try first.

The shop owners of other shops around were so jealous that their teeth were about to break. This Jiang was really capable. His business had been booming since he started selling tooth powder and toothbrushes. Now he has made two soaps and scented soaps. It can be said that the supply is in short supply.

But they did what they were told, and tried all sorts of methods, but to no avail. No one doesn't love money, so they secretly sent people to inquire about it.

This young man was really stingy. He actually did it secretly at home. Fortunately, he asked other people in the village for help. They also asked tentatively, but either they didn't know or didn't want to tell them, or some fierce old women chased them out of the village with brooms.

In less than an hour, Fangzi came back driving a carriage with sweat on his face. As soon as the carriage stopped, he jumped off and started moving things into the shop.

Yingmo also arrived at the same time as him. Yingmo suddenly appeared in the shop quietly, and the two shop assistants in front were busy and didn't notice him.

Jiang Shian was sitting behind the desk and was startled by the sudden appearance of a black figure, but fortunately he saw the familiar face and swallowed back the scream that was about to come to his mouth.

Yingmo scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. He was used to this, but he had forgotten that his sister-in-law didn't know kung fu.

"Sister-in-law..."

"Stop!" Jiang Shian hurriedly stopped the last word from falling, and said helplessly: "Just call me by my name, Jiang Shian."

"How can that be possible? You are the one the master likes. This is against the rules. I'd better call you Master."

Jiang Shian waved his hands helplessly. As long as she wasn't sister-in-law, that title was too embarrassing.

Now there were two more people helping, so Jiang Shian was sent to the back to rest, and none of the four people wanted him to help.

Jiang Shian said "tsk" in his heart and went to the kitchen happily.

The fat aunt's surname was Yu. She was already preparing breakfast. When she saw Jiang Shian come in, she thought he was hungry and said, "Brother, you didn't have breakfast. I'll make you whatever you want."

Jiang Shian shook his head: "I've already eaten at home. Auntie, please help me boil some water. There are so many people here today, and I'm afraid I won't even be able to take care of tea if I get busy."

"Eh, okay."

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After a busy day, I was a little tired, but the benefits of the day were considerable.

In addition to the 500 boxes bought early in the morning, several more passing merchants came in the afternoon.

Some were unfamiliar with the business and asked curiously when they saw these things for the first time. The two new shopkeepers were cautious about soap and only ordered a thousand boxes from him.

There were two others who had ordered soap here before. Now the sales are very good, so they came again in less than half a month.

Everyone sat in the backyard, drinking tea and chatting. After they had reached an agreement, they stamped and signed their names, and agreed on a time to pick up the goods. Then the other party left, and two more people came right after they left.

Jiang Shian saw from a distance that several people in the corridor were led by Yingmo towards this side.

He put on a smile again and took a few quick steps to meet him.

When they talked, their tones were full of the familiarity of old friends meeting each other.

They were all well-traveled merchants who had seen everything. They did not look down on him, a young man, but showed admiration on their faces.

Having cooperated once before, and having been impeccable in terms of quality and other aspects, the two of them felt more reassured and ordered more goods this time.

Yingmo stood steadily on a tree branch nearby. He seemed to be writing something in his hand. He could hear laughter coming from the house from time to time. His hands were moving and his face looked solemn.

Before his master left, he had told him to write down all the matters, big and small, that had happened during these days. The young master was handsome and likable, and he didn't dare to think how unhappy his master would be if he knew that the young master was chatting so opportunistically with others.

These secret guards grew up with their master. Their master doesn't show it on his face and appears calm, but he has many ulterior motives in his mind.

And in the words of their secret guard leader, the master is a mean person, especially when it comes to the things he likes, even if others just look at him or think about them, his master will remember it in his heart and will definitely find a way to get them back in the future.

He recalled what happened when he was seven years old. At that time, his master was only nine years old. One day, he got a rabbit, which happened to be seen by the third prince in the palace. He made a scene and asked the third prince's mother, the imperial concubine, to take it away. His master smiled at the time and looked indifferent.

Not long after, all the precious parrots, big and small, kept in the Third Prince's mansion had their cages opened and flew away overnight, and the rabbit disappeared as well.

The next day, the master wanted to rub salt into the wound and asked the third prince if he wanted another rabbit to be found for him. The third prince was reminded of his sad memories and burst into tears in the classroom. Not only was he punished by being slapped on the palm of his hand by the teacher, but the late emperor also thought that the third prince was too naughty and punished him by confining him to his room for half a month.

Thinking of these things, Yingmo shuddered secretly, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for the young master in the room.

But what he wrote very honestly was: They chatted for about half an hour and had a great time. The two were sent out by the young master, who had a happy smile on his face. When saying goodbye, he asked the two to come to his house next time.