binnovel Chapter 160 Reservation
Chapter 160 Reservation
Perhaps because she was shocked by the realistic drawings, Chen Yuer didn't even notice the wedding quilt that Song Dahao mentioned. She carefully took the thin pieces of paper. Chen Yuer had not touched many pieces of paper before, but she could tell the difference as soon as she touched the paper.
"Such thin and tough paper! Such good paper must be expensive, right?"
Song Daha pondered: "...Yes, it is true." The entire grand scene is probably only available in Song Chunlin's space.
Chen Yuer couldn't hear the hidden meaning in his words. She was completely focused on the drawings. She flipped through several drawings and pointed at one of them and said, "This peony is so beautifully embroidered. It would take at least ten embroiderers to embroider so many peonies together."
Song Dahe continued to ponder: "...Well, probably."
Chen Yuer finally realized Song Dahe's perfunctory response: "What are you talking about?"
Song Dahe: "No, no, take it back and look through it slowly, then choose the one you like."
Chen Yuer glared at him in disapproval: "You're still choosing one? It's already this late, can you get it just by choosing?"
Unexpectedly, Song Dahe said firmly: "Well, you can choose it if you choose it."
Chen Yuer naturally didn't believe this, but she still carefully selected it and finally chose the big peony that she had liked from the beginning. She thought that it would take ten days or half a month to embroider so many peonies, and it would not be enough in terms of time. She did this to make things difficult for Song Dahao.
However, she didn't expect that her casual gesture did not cause any trouble to Song Daha, because he immediately went to Song Chunlin to get the finished product, and it took no more than an incense stick of time.
Song Dahe planned to move and get married on the same day to have double happiness. Grandpa Song and Grandma Song had no objection. They said their son was already that old, so he could do whatever he wanted.
The court had previously granted Song Daha land. Song Daha had originally planned to keep enough produce from the land for his family of three to eat. However, after he had eaten the grain produced by Song Chunlin's space, he decisively sold all the produce, used the money to exchange for grain of equal value from Song Chunlin, and then directly stored it in Song Chunlin's space.
Song Chunlin was speechless at the time. He always felt that his second uncle was using him as a mobile warehouse.
As the year was coming to an end, the market was indeed opened again. However, due to the skyrocketing grain prices before the New Year, this market was not as lively as the previous two years. However, the Song family's jam has become famous in the past two years, and their stall has the most people in front of it.
This time they had a large amount of goods, so the whole family, young and old, went out. Even the youngest, Song Yuanyuan, lay quietly in Lu Ming's arms, with her round eyes open, watching her parents and brothers working hard to sell goods.
Lu Ming held Xiao Yuanyuan in his arms and did not stop packing things for people. With Fu Nian's help, he soon became proficient in the task.
Some regular customers would order a lot at one time, so Song Dahao and Song Dazhuang would be responsible for delivering the goods for them, while Grandpa Song and Amma Song would be responsible for settling the bills and collecting the money.
This year, Song Dazhuang bought another horse carriage for his family, and Song Dahao borrowed an ox cart from the village. They thought that their family had prepared enough goods, but by the afternoon, only a dozen cans of jam were left on the stall.
Those who arrived late found that there was not much stock left, so they bought up all the remaining ones in one go, which made the people behind them unhappy.
The customer complained to the person in front of him: "You bought all of them at once, what should we buy?"
Then people kept complaining to that person: "Brother, you can't be so cruel, at least give us a bottle."
The customer who paid for the entire meal was a middle-aged man. He looked apologetic and bowed to everyone, "Everyone, I'm really sorry. My family runs a bakery, and one of the cakes uses the Song family's jam. We have tried jams from other shops, but they don't taste as good as the Song family's. If we couldn't find a substitute, we wouldn't want to pay for the entire meal."
"We don't care what kind of business you do, so can you give me a bottle?"
The middle-aged man looked embarrassed, obviously it was not possible, but the man tried to raise the price, but the middle-aged man remained unmoved, and kept saying: "Our master asked me to buy more back. I'm really sorry, how about you come back tomorrow?"
"Hey, are you the one who opened the new showcase in Bright Moon Tower last year?"
As soon as this person finished speaking, someone in the crowd recognized him.
"Hey, you really are the owner of Bright Moon Tower. I remember their cakes and pastries are delicious."
"Is it really delicious? How does it compare to this jam?"
The person being asked touched his chin and shook his head. "It's impossible to compare, but they do have a kind of cake with jam as the filling. You know what, it tastes really good."
After hearing what they said, everyone also wanted to try the taste of the cakes. The shopkeeper of Jiaoyue Tower also took the opportunity to help promote his own shop: "Thank you all for your kindness today. You can come to our shop when you are free. The cakes made by my master are also the best in the capital. As for today, I'm sorry, the master is still waiting for me to buy jam to make cakes. Please come again tomorrow."
Song Dazhuang also helped to persuade them: "That's right, we will come again tomorrow. Otherwise, you can leave your name and the amount of jam you want here. We will reserve the jam for you tomorrow. You don't need to queue up when you come tomorrow. You can take it away after you tell us your name. How about that?"
The method Song Dazhuang suggested was not impossible, so everyone came to sign up. Song Chunlin hurriedly found paper and pen to register these people.
After all the registration was completed, everyone left satisfied. When the crowd dispersed, the shopkeeper of Jiaoyue Tower did not leave immediately. It was all because of the reservation that Song Dazhuang had just mentioned. Their Jiaoyue Tower had already sent people to buy a round of things before, but they did not expect that there were so many people buying jam and pastries today, and the jam stock in the shop was about to run out. Therefore, the shopkeeper had to come in person to queue up to buy jam.
When he saw Song Dazhuang said that he could make a reservation in advance, he rolled his eyes and decided to stay.
"Boss Song, can I have a word with you for a moment?"
Song Dazhuang was a rough man, and seeing the shopkeeper's look, he guessed what he wanted to do.
"Shopkeeper, do you also want to order jam?"
The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly: "It's refreshing to talk to an understanding person. To be honest, Boss Song, our shop is open for business. This kind of jam cake is selling very well. This morning our master sent people to buy jam several times, but your jam tastes good, and the cakes made with it are more fragrant than those made with jam from other shops. Passers-by smell the smell and come here. Our cake sales today are several times more than in the past. So, he sent me out to buy jam."
After hearing this, Song Dazhuang understood that this person wanted to buy in bulk. Since he wanted to buy in large quantities, the price could not be the same as before. The shopkeeper was also a shrewd man. He kept praising the taste of their jam. As the saying goes, you should not hit a smiling person. Since the person had said this, Song Dazhuang could not sell it to him at the original price.
So Song Dazhuang asked tentatively: "Then how much jam does your bakery need in a day?"
The shopkeeper of Bright Moon House calculated with his fingers: "In the past, we only needed ten cans of jam. Today, we have switched to yours, so the number has tripled. At the end of the day, we need at least fifty cans."
Fifty cans a day may sound like a small amount at first glance, but if he drinks fifty cans every day, it would be a lot.
Song Dazhuang thought for a moment and waved for Song Chunlin to come over. Song Chunlin stood in front of the owner of Jiaoyue Tower and looked up at him.
"If the shopkeeper is willing to supply fifty jars a day, then we can sign a short-term agreement with you. Everyone knows that our jam is only available before the New Year, so the supply to Bright Moon Tower will only last until the day the market is closed. I wonder if the shopkeeper knows this."
The shopkeeper of Jiaoyue Tower was a little surprised. Before he came, he always thought that the Song family's jam was available all year round, and the jams of other shops were available all year round. He didn't expect that the Song family only supplied it for half a month. What could he do with half a month's output?
The shopkeeper was a little confused. He frowned and thought for a long time before he slowly said, "How about this? I'll need three days' supply first. Please prepare it tomorrow, Boss Song. I'll send someone to pick it up then. As for the rest, I have to go back and report to my master before I can make a decision."
This made sense. Song Dazhuang nodded and signaled Song Chunlin to write it down. The shopkeeper thanked him profusely and left with the jam he had bought.
Song Chunlin casually stuffed the account papers into Song Dazhuang's arms, then hugged his father's arm and looked at him with a smile.
When Song Dazhuang saw his expression, he knew that the boy was interested in the cakes.
"Are you greedy?"
Song Chunlin shook his head frantically: "No, I just want to see what kind of person can make our jam into flowers."
Song Dazhuang nodded: "I'm still greedy."
Song Qin patted his shoulder unhappily and said, "Don't tease him. It's just right that we're closing the stalls so we can go shopping. We haven't been to the capital for a while. Let's go to the cloth shop to buy some new fabrics so that we can make some new clothes for Yuanyuan to wear during the New Year."
Speaking of his daughter Yuanyuan, Song Dazhuang immediately smiled and took the little girl from Lu Ming's hands. It was the first time for the child to see so many people, but she didn't cry or make a fuss. The half-year-old baby found everything around her new and new, and looked around without blinking.
Song Dazhuang hugged his daughter and kissed her for a while, which made the child giggle. After cleaning up the stall, Grandpa Song and Amma Song sat beside the carriage and watched.
"We two old bones won't go. We are old and don't want to move."
Lu Ming and Fu Nian also had difficulty walking. Fu Nian was not convenient in a wheelchair, and Lu Ming was not interested in the excitement, so in the end the four of them stayed where they were, waiting for them to come back from shopping.
Song Dazhuang, along with his wife, children and younger brother, walked out of the market stalls. Outside was the Taipei City. Although it was not as lively as in previous years, there were still a lot of people. Song Dazhuang told the children to hold the hands of the adults around them and not to get lost.
As the eldest brother and sister-in-law, Song Chunsheng and Zhou Ning naturally took on the responsibility of taking care of their younger siblings. They both held Song Chunxiao's hands, while Song Dahe took Song Chunming and Song Chunlin. He mainly looked after Song Chunming, and as for Song Chunlin... forget it, he couldn't lose anyone anyway.
The group walked to the largest cloth shop in the capital, which was often visited by the Song family. The quality of the clothes was good and the prices were affordable. Song Qinshi and Zhou Ning rushed into the crowd and selected cloth for the whole family, from top to bottom and from inside to outside. Song Yuanyuan was the favorite of the family and she had the most cloth for her clothes, including pink, red, yellow and any other beautiful cloth. Song Qinshi did not forget to select a piece for her daughter. Soon the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had selected a lot of clothes.
After selecting the fabrics for daily use by the family, Song Qin also selected several pieces of bright red and light red fabrics for Song Daha. Both of these are festive colors and very suitable for a newlywed woman.
Song Qin showed the selected material to Song Dahe: "Come, Dahe, look at how beautiful this color is. Yu'er has fair skin, and this piece with a hint of rose red will suit her skin tone better. This piece is darker in color, and is much more pleasing to the eye than the bright red you just picked. Yu'er has a quiet personality, and bright red will make her look exaggerated and not good-looking."
Song Daha felt a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to choose by himself, but as soon as he came in, he was dazzled by the dazzling array of red. He himself did not expect that the color red alone would have so many considerations. After choosing for a long time, he couldn't pick out a few good-looking ones and had to rely on his sister-in-law to choose for him.
Listening to Song Qinshi explaining each color to him one by one, Song Dahao felt that it made more and more sense. In the end, he discovered that the ones he had chosen were indeed extremely ugly.
After choosing the red material, Song Qin picked out a few pieces of everyday solid colors. The colors were elegant and fresh, and very beautiful. Song Dahao also liked them very much. He bought them with a wave of his hand!
In addition to Chen Yuer, Song Dahe also did not forget to buy some fabrics for Li Gensheng. Li Gensheng was a man, and men were not so particular about clothes. Song Dahe directly chose a royal blue and celadon color. After seeing it, Song Qinshi matched him with a light crimson color.
"It's New Year's Day, we should wear something festive. We still have time now. Let his mother make it for him. He can wear it on the day you move in."
Song Dahe smiled brightly: "Sister-in-law is really thoughtful. Let's take this one."
There were many people in the family, including not only the Song family, but also Lu Ming and Fu Nian. Song Qin also selected the materials and packed them together. When the waiter saw that they bought so much at once, his mouth was about to crack from the corners to his ears, and he also asked them attentively if they needed the goods to be delivered to their door.
It was certainly not easy to carry so many things at once, and they still had to go to the bakery later. So after Song Dazhuang paid the money, he told the waiter the location of their stall and asked him to deliver all the things there later.