Su Yanger and the others followed Su Qianyi to Zaotuan Lane, but saw that there were only three yards here, and the gates were locked. They couldn't help but feel suspicious and asked, "They are all open to do business, why are there no one here?"

Su Qianyi led them to the gate of the middle yard, and then he replied while flipping through the keys: "There are not many people buying soap balls, and only after having a list will it start work. It is empty here on weekdays."

"Empty?" Su Yanger was stunned when she heard this, looked around and asked again, "Are these three yards belonging to your family?"

Su Qianyi shook his head and said, "There are three companies in Yixing Zaotuan Store, all of which are here. My family is just one of them."

Due to the narrow supply area of ​​soap balls and the complex spice formula, it is already amazing that this small mountain city has three suppliers.

In Yixing, the most famous business is naturally a tea business, but tea is one of the special products of Songting. The tea business has a close relationship with the government, so there is no such business in the special business; as for salt, iron, and wine, the same is true for the financial and tax revenues in the Song Dynasty, relying on the control of the special products and the complex business management model.

As he said, he found the key, threw the door open and slowly pushed it open, saying, "Two ladies, please."

Su Yang'er looked inside the door, but found that there was a room behind the door. There were two shelves in the house. There were balls wrapped in sesame oil paper on the shelves. There was a small wooden sign under each pack of oil paper, which seemed to be a price tag. There was a small door behind the shelves, which was also locked.

Even when the door was opened, the cottage was still a little gloomy. When they walked in reluctantly, they smelled the pungent fragrance in the cottage, as if it was radiating from the sesame oil paper on the shelves. When Su Yanger was still surprised, the door suddenly squeaked and closed.

The light in the house was dim. Looking back, Su Qianyi closed the door with his backhand.

Su Yanger said with a faint look: "What are you...what are you going to do?"

Xiaoling then said in fear: "Pretty blind man, don't come here!"

Su Qianyi blocked the door of the house and said, "Don't be afraid, two ladies, just put on the soap ball and don't be able to see the bright light."

Hearing this, Su Yanger felt a little relieved, but when she saw Su Qianyi standing at the door motionless, she felt something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Then how do we see clearly what's happening in this room?"

Su Qianyi took a deep breath and said, "Miss, I am really forced by others. Please believe me!"

"It turns out that he's still doing this..."

After hearing this, Su Yanger, who was as timid as a mouse, breathed a sigh of relief. She had no intention of exposing him, but seeing him being so worried about this little thing, she found it very interesting. At that moment, Dimple said: "I can trust you, but..."

Su Qianyi said nervously: "But what?"

"But I don't think there is anything good to look here. If you open the small door, I want to go to the backyard of the house to take a look."

Unexpectedly, Su Qianyi flatly refused and said, "No!"

Su Yang'er frowned slightly and said, "Why?"

Su Qianyi's tone remained unchanged: "There is a workshop area behind, so outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Seeing that his attitude was so tough, as if threats were useless, Su Yanger had to give up and said, "It's okay if you don't go in. Then if you do something for me, I won't tell Su Weng what you did yesterday."

Su Qianyi was delighted when he heard this, and said softly: "What do you want Su to do?"

Su Yanger took out the bunch of buppa and said, "You can help me sell it in the store, it doesn't matter how much it costs."

Su Qianyi was slightly stunned when he heard this. He had just seen it. Naturally, he knew that the parry was wrapped in a bun of soap. He also grew up in the market and was very familiar with the soap balls and textiles. Just because of the bad product made by Su Yanger, it can only be called a low-quality product in terms of the quality and texture.

He was right now: "If my wife's masterpiece is put in a store, if she is bought by the ignorant person and scolds me for bullying customers, what should I do? Besides, I can't make the decision here, so why don't my wife change something?"

As soon as these words were said, Su Yanger immediately became angry. It would be fine if Weng Su looked down on him, but even the little scholar who was held by him looked down on him. She wanted to rush out of the room and reveal this person to Weng Su.

But she thought about it and sighed quietly: "Okay, since you are so embarrassed, then forget it..."

Su Qianyi was overjoyed when he heard this. He never expected Su Yanger to be so understanding. When he was about to speak, he heard her say.

"Anyway, you have done that to me, and I have no shame to see anyone again..."

"That kind of thing?" Su Qianyi was stunned for a moment and said in confusion: "What kind of thing?"

Yesterday, except for being beaten by 6 Jingyuan for looking at Su Yang'er, he didn't seem to have any advantage.

But Su Yanger said the more she said, the more outrageous he said: "The uncle likes to bully women so much. I must have done that kind of thing to many sisters outside... I told Su Weng all these things, he must be very sad, right?"

The so-called upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Xiaoling has been infected by Su Yanger for a long time and even said, "You bullied my wife yesterday. Our whole family saw it. The old man will not let you go!"

Seeing the master and servant singing and reconcile, Su Qianyi's face changed drastically: "You...you..."

"Xiaoling, let's go."

As he said that, Su Yanger pulled Xiaoling toward the door, looking like she was going to complain.

Su Qianyi hurriedly blocked their way and said with a knot: "I...I'll sell, I'll sell, okay?"

Su Yang'er took his hand as if no one was around, put the ball of buppa into his hand, and said, "I'm so sensible."

Feeling the softness of Su Yanger's palm as soft as boneless, Su Qianyi couldn't help but feel aroused. When he came back to his senses, he found that the two had walked out of the house. Then he glanced at the bunch of bupa in his hand again.

He sighed in his heart: "Forget it, let's put it here. Anyway, no one will buy such things. After a few days, I will withdraw some money to her and say that it has been sold."

Thinking of this, he wrapped it in sesame oil paper, placed it on the cabinet, took another wooden sign, wrote a random number and hung it on it, and sorted out the finished product on the surrounding racks forward, and hid it behind it.

When he walked to the door, he seemed to be worried. He walked to the shelf again, took off the price tag, wiped the ink mark, rewritten a number, and hung it on the reverse side, and then he left satisfied. But when he walked to the street, he found that Su Yanger's family had already driven away, leaving only Su Weng standing in the original place.

Su Qianyi looked at the carriage that was gradually moving away, then looked at the hand that had been held by Su Yang'er, and couldn't help but smile.

Su Yanger's "masterpiece" across the era is only sold for 5 documents...
Chapter completed!