Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

Chapter 276 The troops are divided into two groups

Seeing that Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were eating happily and not paying any attention to them, the two sisters-in-law couldn't help it anymore. They swallowed their saliva, picked up the chopsticks and put the food into their mouths.

They were really hungry. In order to save money, they usually ate a little at noon and a little at night, and just forced themselves to eat in the morning.

Besides, there were no fine grains like noodles at home, only coarse grains like corn paste.

So even though the two tried their best to restrain themselves, they still finished the bowl of noodles in no time and even drank up all the soup.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin could understand the two of them. When they first came through, if they were given a bowl of noodles like this, it's hard to say they would eat it faster than this.

"Can I give you another bowl?" Zheng Yuan put down his chopsticks and prepared to call the proprietress over.

"Madam, no need! No need! We are already very full." Mrs. Luo hurriedly pressed down Zheng Yuan's raised hand.

"Yes, we are all full." Mrs. Wang also agreed.

Seeing that the two insisted, Zheng Yuan let go of his hand.

It is true that they have not been full for a long time, and suddenly consuming a large amount of refined pasta is a burden on their stomach.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were not very hungry, but they still finished the bowl of noodles.

The taste of this restaurant is OK, just like the standard of an ordinary breakfast restaurant.

After eating, I thought about how I asked Shunzi to help them find someone in the morning, and I thought that there would be a result soon.

So they decided to split into two groups.

Duan Minmin took Mrs. Wang home to wait for Shunzi and watched the masons build the stove, just in case someone from Mr. Liu's side sent roses and no one was home.

Zheng Yuan took Mrs. Luo, who was relatively cheerful, to find shops selling things and bought everything.

The four of them separated in front of the breakfast shop and went in different directions.

Mrs. Luo must have been looking for work in the county town all year round, and she knows everything about every place.

Plus, the bowl of noodles that Zheng Yuan and the others had treated her to just now might have made her open up her heart, and she started chatting with Zheng Yuan.

Perhaps because no one had listened to her for a long time, Mrs. Luo talked a lot with Zheng Yuan along the way.

Zheng Yuan learned that she and Wang's wife lived in the west of the city, where people like them gathered. Their families had no property, but they didn't want to sell themselves into slavery, so they could only do odd jobs or small businesses day after day.

In addition to her husband, Mrs. Luo has three children at home. They are all in their teens and can help with some housework, so she can relax a little now.

But Wang's wife is more pitiful. Her husband is an alcoholic bastard who never goes out to work. If Wang's wife earns some money, he will take it to buy alcohol. She also has a strong mother-in-law who beats or scolds her every day. The two children are still young, and the burden of the family falls on Wang's wife.

After hearing this, Zheng Yuan fell silent. Sister Wang was too miserable.

Noticing that Zheng Yuan suddenly stopped talking, Luo's wife quickly stopped talking: "Oh, Madam, it's all my fault! It's all my fault! Look at me, I've been talking nonsense all day, disturbing you with all kinds of bad things."

"It's okay, Sister Luo. I was just thinking about something else. You were just describing your life. How can that disturb me?" Zheng Yuan smiled and comforted Sister Luo.

Mrs. Luo was relieved to see that she was indeed not angry, and continued to chatter about things she found interesting.

As Mrs. Luo chattered, the two soon arrived at the blacksmith shop.

When the old blacksmith heard that Zheng Yuan wanted three large iron pots, his voice trembled with excitement. Normally, no one would order iron pots for ten days or half a month, but he sold three of them at once, and they were large ones. How could he not be happy?

The blacksmith originally sold a large iron pot for five taels of silver, but Zheng Yuan asked for three at once. The blacksmith straightforwardly charged only four taels and fifty cents for each, and promised to deliver all three pots to the courtyard before tomorrow.

Zheng Yuan took out the silver for a pot and gave it to the blacksmith as a deposit. He then asked Mrs. Luo to tell the blacksmith the address, and the two of them continued to the next house.

The iron pot is ready, the next step is the colander. With so many roses, I'm afraid dozens of colanders will be needed.

When Mrs. Luo heard Zheng Yuan say they needed so many baskets, she was dumbfounded. Which shop would have so many baskets at once? So she couldn't help but ask Zheng Yuan what they needed so many baskets for?

Zheng Yuan did not hide it and said directly that he wanted to use it to dry rose petals.

"Madam, you can just use a straw mat to dry the rose petals. There's no need to buy so many baskets." Mrs. Luo was a little anxious.

How much would so many baskets cost?

"Straw curtain?" Zheng Yuan didn't react to what a straw curtain was.

"Yes, the straw mats made of mugwort stalks are large, easy to use, and cheap. A bundle is only about twenty wen. If you buy ten bundles, they are enough to cover the whole yard. This amount of money is only enough for you to buy a few dustpans."

After hearing what Mrs. Luo said, Zheng Yuan remembered that his grandparents in the village seemed to have used straw mats made of mugwort stalks to dry various dried vegetables.

Later, when my grandparents passed away, no one knew how to weave straw curtains, so gradually straw curtains disappeared from our homes. If it weren't for Mrs. Luo's suggestion today, I'm afraid she wouldn't even remember that there was such a cheap and useful thing.

"Mrs. Luo, do you know where to buy straw mats?" Zheng Yuan asked.

"This straw mat is cheap, and most people can make it, but not many people are willing to buy it, and most shops are unwilling to sell it. Only when there is a market will villagers bring some to try their luck."

"But there are a few families in our area who go there to cut mugwort and weave it, but it's a little far away."

"It's okay, just lead the way." Zheng Yuan didn't care.

Mrs. Luo responded and led the way.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the houses on both sides began to look a little dilapidated, and the smell in the air was not so pleasant.

Zheng Yuan knew it was almost time.

"Madam, be careful with your steps... Madam, go this way... Madam, there is water here..."

Mrs. Luo knew that the road here was difficult to travel on, and was afraid that Zheng Yuan would be unhappy, so she kept reminding him carefully along the way.

"Mrs. Luo, you're back? Don't you have work today?" Someone greeted Mrs. Luo.

"Aunt, it's done. Our master needs to buy some things, so I brought her here." Mrs. Luo replied.

The old man glanced at Zheng Yuan who was following behind Mrs. Luo, said "oh" vaguely, and walked into the door.

Zheng Yuan was a little puzzled. She was not a terrible creature, so why was the old man so afraid of her?

"Don't be surprised, Madam. Aunt Li hasn't left this alley for many years, so she is very afraid of outsiders."

Zheng Yuan nodded, indicating that he didn't take it to heart.

Mrs. Luo continued to lead her inside. Along the way, many people greeted Mrs. Luo, and some were curious about Zheng Yuan's identity, but no one asked directly.

Although Zheng Yuan was dressed very casually, his demeanor clearly showed that he was not of the same kind as them.

After walking a little further, Mrs. Luo finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

It's called a house, but in fact it's just a shack. Long and short pieces of wood are pieced together to form a rickety shed.

"Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Are you home? Uncle Wang..." Sister Luo knocked on the door and shouted loudly inside.

"Hey! Here you come."

After shouting for a long time, an old voice finally responded from inside.

"He's at home." Mrs. Luo breathed a sigh of relief. "Uncle Wang's hearing has been a little bad in recent years, so we have to call him louder."

After a while, the door finally creaked open from the inside, and an elderly man appeared inside.

"Is it the Luo family? What's wrong? Is there anything?" The old man opened his confused eyes and carefully identified it before asking.

Zheng Yuan took a look at the condition of the old man's eyes and it seemed that he had cataracts. The medical conditions at this time could only allow the condition to develop as it was.