The happy little days of the Ye family

Father Ye was just about to go to the bun stall next door to buy buns when the fat man who had been there in the morning came to the stall again.

"Boss, I want everything on your stall," the middle-aged man said.

"Okay, the total of 55 kilograms of dried mushrooms is 1265, the total of 17 kilograms of dried bamboo fungus is 3060, and the total is 4325 Wen."

Father Ye quickly calculated the price. In fact, Father Ye had already calculated the price in his free time and was waiting for someone to come and buy it.

"Boss, can I exchange these dry goods with something?"

"What are you going to use in exchange for these dry goods?" Before Mr. Ye could speak, Father Ye said anxiously.

Last time, Father Ye saw merchants from Shu exchanging fine cloth for tea. He didn't expect to meet merchants exchanging goods for things today.

Father Ye looked at the man's clothes carefully. There were exquisite dark patterns on the fabric. Father Ye guessed that this must be a merchant from Shu.

"I have a small batch of damp fabrics on hand. If you two are interested, you can follow me to the warehouse to have a look."

"Let's go to the warehouse and look at the fabrics first." Father Ye wished that there were fabrics with patterns. Both Ye Mu and Ye Qingqing liked that kind of fabric very much.

In fact, Mr. Ye still liked giving money, but seeing that Father Ye was very interested, he agreed to go and have a look first.

Mr. Ye and his father followed the middle-aged man to a remote small warehouse. The man opened the door of the warehouse and saw a dozen pieces of crumpled cloth inside.

The fabrics were all semi-dry and wrinkled, and they looked like they had fallen into the water rather than being damp.

"Here are 6 bolts of cheesecloth, 4 bolts of muslin, and 2 bolts of patterned muslin. There is also a bolt of white silk that has been torn."

Father Ye stepped forward and looked through the fabrics in the warehouse. The cheesecloths were common gray and blue and were of average quality. Three pieces of muslin are aqua blue, and the other is a very nice red.

Father Ye looked through the cotton cloth casually. What Father Ye was really interested in were the two pieces of patterned fabric. The two pieces of fabric are the same, with an orange background and a yellow pattern of auspicious clouds on them. They are exquisite and noble, and Ye Mu will definitely like them.

"My brother, you have such good eyesight. These two pieces of fabric are sold at the cloth store for 3 taels of silver each. They are just a little wrinkled due to moisture. Take them back and wash them and they will be fine."

When the man saw Father Ye looking straight at the patterned fabric, he knew that Father Ye was knowledgeable.

After looking at the patterned fabric, Ye's father picked up the damaged silk. The quality of the silk was very good. It looked better than the silk that Ye's mother bought for embroidery. It was a pity that some of the weaving lines in the middle were damaged. . There is no way to make clothes, but it is possible to cut them into handkerchiefs and embroider pictures.

"These fabrics are so wrinkled that we can't sell them, and we can't use them to make clothes." Mr. Ye doesn't want these fabrics.

"This batch of fabric was originally worth nine taels of silver. If it hadn't been damp and I had rushed back, it would have been impossible to exchange it for 4 taels of silver."

The man did not trick them. If he took these batches of fabrics back, washed them, dried them, and then sold them, he would definitely make double the profit.

Ye's father was a little excited. Ye's mother and Ye Qingqing had been doing embroidery all year round. Ye's father also knew a little about fabrics. The quality of these fabrics was no problem. Just go back and wash the wrinkled ones.

Father Ye looked at Mr. Ye eagerly, but Mr. Ye didn't want to take this risk. It would be great to hold the money safely.

"I bought these fabrics. I will give you the money when I go back. Believe me, you will definitely earn twice as much if you sell these fabrics." Father Ye whispered in Mr. Ye's ear.

In the end, Mr. Ye reluctantly agreed and gave the remaining dry goods to the man. The father and son carried the Zou Baba cloth to the donkey cart.

When Father Ye saw Mr. Ye holding the silk cloth, he quickly warned: "Dad, this piece of silk cloth is dry. Remember not to put it together with these wet cloths, but to put it separately."

"I see that your mother and your daughter-in-law usually buy fabrics that cost tens of cents or more than 100 cents per piece. You spent more than 13 taels of silver on these 4 pieces of fabric, which is more than 300 cents per piece of fabric."

Farmers generally don't pay much attention to their clothes. The patches on their clothes are one after another. They don't bother to make new clothes until they can no longer be mended. Mr. Ye is really worried that these fabrics will not be sold.

"These coarse cotton cloths and fine cotton cloths only cost more than 100 taels each. The most valuable ones are these two pieces of patterned cloth. The patterned cloths are unique to Shu. They can be sold in cloth shops for three taels of silver, and the more expensive ones are five taels. There’s all the money.”

Ye's father planned to sell one of the two pieces of fabric and keep the remaining one for Ye's mother to make clothes.

"This fabric is actually worth three to five taels of silver. You didn't lie to me, did you?" Mr. Ye didn't believe it.

"When you came to the dock last time, weren't you staring at the mountain goods stall? I went to other stalls to look at the patterned fabrics from Shu. It is now very popular in the county. There are three to five pieces per piece. Very normal price.”

When Mr. Ye saw his father swearing so confidently, Mr. Ye felt at ease.

"And this silk material is worth two taels of silver. Although the silk material is damaged in some places, it can still be cut to make embroidery patterns and handkerchiefs for Xiuxiu and Qingqing."

The good part of this silk material is even better than the silk fabrics Ye Mu usually buys.

The donkey cart that Father Ye and the others used this time was the old donkey cart they bought last time. Fortunately, it was blocked by a shed and no one saw the cloth along the way.

These fabrics are better than those in the town, and the eldest girls and wives in the village will definitely like them, but the price is much more expensive than ordinary fabrics. Father Ye doesn't want to argue with them, and he doesn't know which one is the best.

Father Ye planned to wash and dry the fabrics before selling them in the county.

When the father and son returned home, Mrs. Ye was busy dividing the cabbage seedlings in the small vegetable garden at the door.

"Mom, we're back!"

"Why did you buy so many things?"

There was a shed blocking it, so Mrs. Ye couldn't see clearly what was inside, but she could vaguely see that there were a lot of things inside the donkey cart.

"The good stuff is here, let's talk about it when we get home." Father Ye drove the donkey cart into the yard.

Hearing the sound, Ye Qingqing, who was embroidering handkerchiefs in the room, ran out quickly.

"There are so many fabrics, why are they all wrinkled?" Ye Qingqing was very curious when seeing so much fabric.

"Move the fabric down first, I'll give you a surprise later."

My daughter has loved beauty since she was a child, and she will definitely like this fabric with auspicious cloud patterns.

"This silk fabric is so slippery! Dad, is this the surprise you said?" Ye Qingqing hugged the white silk and stroked it gently.

Father Ye took out the two horses with auspicious cloud patterns from behind. "Look at this fabric, do you like it?"

"I like it. Mom will definitely like it too. I'll call her."

Ye Qingqing carefully put down the cloth, ran to the kitchen like a gust of wind, and pulled Ye Mu over who was cooking.

"Mom, do you think this fabric looks good?"

Ye's father sent the Xiangyun cloth to Ye's mother out of hand.

"This pattern is so beautiful. Why is this fabric so messy? And why did you buy so much fabric?"

Only then did Ye Mu realize that there were still a lot of cloths placed in the hall.

"A fabric merchant from Sichuan wanted to exchange this batch of damp fabrics for our mountain products. Dad didn't agree, so I spent my own money to buy the fabrics."

"How much money did you spend? These fabrics are so wet that they don't look like they are damp. Have they been soaked in water?"

"I bought it for 4325 yuan. The fabric dealer said it was damp, but I guess it fell into the water when it was shipped here. The fabric is fine. It looks wrinkled now, but it should not wrinkle after washing. ”

Ye Mu knows a lot about fabrics. These fabrics are rare and good in town. They won’t wrinkle after washing. They can be sold for eight or nine taels of silver. This batch of fabrics is not a loss.

"Of these two pieces of patterned fabric, one will be kept for you and your daughter to make clothes, and the other will be washed with other fabrics before being sold in the town or county."

The last time we went to the dock, Ye's father knew that Ye's mother and Ye Qingqing liked this kind of patterned fabric, and it was because of this that Ye's father wanted to buy this batch of fabrics.

"How can this expensive fabric be worn by women from mountain villages like us? All the clothes in the village are linen, and I don't dare to wear the fabric outside."

"Keep two pieces of cheesecloth, one gray and one blue, and I will make a new set of clothes for the whole family. Sell the rest."

"Bring a piece of cheesecloth to my father-in-law's house. Get a blue one. You can wear it in this color."

"I'll take it over after it's washed." Ye's mother is on good terms with Mrs. Ye and Mr. Ye, and Ye's father has a good relationship with Ye's mother's family.

"Mom, there is also a piece of white silk. This silk is so smooth, but the weave is damaged in some places."

Ye Qingqing saw that Ye Mu didn't see the piece of silk, so he went over to show Ye Mu with the silk in his arms.

"This piece of silk is broken, so we can't make clothes. Leave the big piece for embroidery, and use the smaller piece to make two bellybands for you." Ye Mu said with regret while holding the white silk.

"Make two for yourself, too." Father Ye whispered in Mother Ye's ear with a look on his face.

"Go away, my daughter is still here." Mother Ye pushed Father Ye away with a red face.