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Song Xiaoyue looked at the smiling middle-aged man as he walked into the courtyard. The smile on her face froze. Who else could it be …? Oh, right, she remembered. It was Manager Feng, the owner of the largest cloth shop in town.

Hey, why is he here?

Song Xiaoyue had gone to Manager Feng's cloth shop twice to buy cloth, so she naturally knew him. However, Boss Feng was busy and had countless customers. He had no impression of a small customer like Song Xiaoyue. He saw Song Xiaoyue sizing him up and smiled even more modestly. "This sister-in-law, is this Wen Xiu's home?"

"That's right," Song Xiaoyue answered without a second thought. Then she turned to the kitchen and shouted, "Xiu Niang, the shopkeeper is here to see you."

Wenxiu was packing in the kitchen, but when she heard Song Xiaoyue say that the shopkeeper was here, she immediately thought of Manager Feng. But she was just as confused as Song Xiaoyue. "Why did he come?"

Could it be, because the idea she sold last time was unattractive, Manager Feng felt cheated and came to make trouble for him? However, this was unreasonable. Being wrapped up was much simpler and easier than being taken apart and sewn back together. How could it not be popular? How is this possible?

Unless, in this era, people were stubborn and refused to accept new things. Otherwise, the blanket that she thought of would definitely be able to sweep through the entire nation's population with consumption at all levels.

I'm afraid that Manager Feng came for something else!

Forget it, she'll just go out and get him for a while.

In the few breaths of time while Manager Feng was waiting outside, Wen Xiu had finished singing a big play in her heart. After she washed her hands, she walked out of the kitchen with a smile on her face. "Manager Feng, which wind blew you here?"

When Manager Feng saw Wen Xiu, he immediately felt relieved. Who knew how much trouble it took him to find this place. "Sister-in-law, you made it easy for me to find you. You really took a lot of trouble."

Fortunately, the shop assistant said something extra and asked Li Jun what the grass targets were. Otherwise, why would he want to go to the academy to ask about it? If he didn't go to school, why would he go to the bun house? If he didn't go to the bun house, how would he meet the people from Xi Tang Village? He did not know Wenxiu's name or where she lived until he met her from the village of Xitang.

Sigh, you've been going through a lot, but you've finally found the person.

Hearing the spittle flying everywhere from him, Wenxiu seemed to have spent quite a bit of effort to find herself. She held back her laughter as she invited him into the yard, moved a stool over to invite him to sit down and then went to the kitchen to pour him a bowl of water.

"Manager Feng, there are no tea leaves in my house, only plain water. Please order some."

As he spoke, Manager Feng took the bowl.

Although the yard was cold, Li Jun had disappeared again. She was no different from a widow. Furthermore, her original body was known as a widow. As the saying goes, widows often go to the door to cause trouble, and Manager Feng was a middle-aged man. If a man and woman were alone in the room, it was hard to tell how they would talk about it. Who knows? When the Li family's black-hearted wives heard the news, they would probably yell for her to sink into the pond again.

It was better to be slow than slow down!

Although Song Xiaoyue had a straightforward personality, she was a smart person. She knew that Manager Feng had something to discuss with Wen Xiu, so she left the yard after informing her. However, she intentionally left the courtyard door open so that the long-tongued women in the village wouldn't hear the man's voice and start talking again.

Wen Xiu understood Song Xiaoyue's good intentions and did not close the door. She went in and picked up a stool to sit on.

Manager Feng went out early in the morning. He walked in a hurry and didn't even have a sip of water. At this time, he was thirsty. He gulped down a big bowl of water and put down the empty bowl.

The three thatched cottages were broken beyond repair and were still very narrow. The room was dark, so it was not possible to see what was inside. Since Wenxiu could come up with such a lucrative idea, she should be rich. Why was she so poor and living in such a crappy house?

When Wen Xiu saw him sizing up his family, she didn't mind. Who told this house to be so broken that it was difficult to look at? She swore that when she made money, she would first build a new house, which would be spacious and bright.

"Manager Feng, you came specially to find me for something?" Wenxiu said, thinking that he wouldn't really ask her to return the money, right?

Manager Feng's thoughts were interrupted and he came back to reality. He smiled awkwardly at Wen Xiu and then said, "To be honest, sister-in-law, the idea that you sold to me is very popular and your business is very good. Your income is also very objective. Even if the other factories follow suit, if you let me go door-to-door in advance, I would have already taken the lead. "

The idea that Wenxiu had sent him back then was to have him go to a large family to promote his products and seize the initiative. It seemed that Manager Feng was an activist. If he said he was going to do it, then he would have done it. Otherwise, his business would have been robbed by the other villages.

Wenxiu smiled. She knew that her idea must be valuable, but she didn't know why she doubted it so blindly.

Sigh, the more he lived, the more he would return. This person doesn't even have the confidence to live anymore.

Seeing that Wenxiu didn't say anything, Manager Feng continued to explain the problems he had encountered to Wenxiu, "Thanks to you, I made a huge fortune. But, this single business will last for a long time. Since everyone knows about it, it's naturally not that novel and won't be that valuable. The other merchants had already imitated his actions and were fighting over food in the same pot. I was just thinking, if you can sell out the idea of being trapped, then what else can you do? "Oh right, don't worry, the price is negotiable. You definitely won't suffer a loss."

This time, Manager Feng was even more respectful than last time. The peasant woman in front of him was a money grubber!

Upon hearing this, Wenxiu was overjoyed. She thought that the 10 taels of silver was the final payment for the previous transaction. It seems like this ancient man's brain was not good enough to create something like this.

"Manager Feng, this is a good idea. However, how do you plan on giving this price to avoid losing me?"

For the past few days, he had been both excited and worried. Although he wholeheartedly wanted to not mistreat Wenxiu, he really didn't want to give her so much money.

"Sister-in-law, how much do you think is appropriate?"

Wen Xiu's expression was the same as usual. She continued to discuss the price with Manager Feng calmly and then extended a finger.

He knew Wen Xiu was not a greedy person. He immediately beamed and said proudly, "Ten taels of silver is too little. I'll give you twenty taels. How about it?"

Twenty taels?

You're sending the beggar away!

Xiu shook her head!

Shopkeeper Feng was surprised. "You said a hundred taels?" This price was a bit too expensive!

Unexpectedly, Wenxiu shook her head once again.