Wang Yongzhu naturally knew in his heart that now there was nothing else, and the gap of this yellow pine mushroom was really difficult to fill.

After thinking about it, I still have to breed it artificially.

Looking at Guan Yifei's posture, if he didn't give some happy words today, he probably wouldn't be able to let himself go, so he had to nod: "Don't worry, I've always kept it in my heart, and I'll keep it to Zhang Da's shopkeeper when the time comes." ”

When Guan Yifei heard this, he was overjoyed, this is what Boss Zhang has been thinking about, and he has asked several letters, and today he can finally hear Wang Yongzhu's affirmative answer, and he can also explain.

After the silver came out, Wang Yongzhu began to worry in his heart, and he said happily, but even if the remaining yellow pine mushrooms were to be planted, they had to find a place.

Now that the Wang family is in such a situation, it is categorically impossible to plant in the Wang family.

Song Chongjin has been paying attention, and naturally saw it: "What's wrong?" Is it a yellow pine mushroom? In a few days, I will take you into the mountains, and we will always find it. ”

When Wang Yongzhu heard this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, pulled Song Chongjin's sleeve and asked, "Have you found that kind of relatively hidden cave in the mountain, a place where no one has found it?" ”

Although Song Chongjin didn't know why Wang Yongzhu was asking this, he thought about it and said: "There is such a place, but it is a little biased, you ......"

"That's good, let's talk about it when we get back." Wang Yongzhu had a bottom in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

The two drove the carriage to the dyeing workshop again, and the shopkeeper Wu hadn't seen the two of them for a few days, and he also knew that the Wang family was busy with the mountain goods business.

Wang Yongzhu smiled and said it was okay.

Shopkeeper Wu also implicitly mentioned two sentences, saying that the shops that collect mountain goods in the town are said to be influential, and the reputation of the Wangjiashan goods store has also spread to the town, so let them pay attention to it.

Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin knew it in their hearts, and thanked the shopkeeper Wu for his advice.

Wang Yongzhu proposed to buy a few pieces of cloth, and the shopkeeper Wu smiled when he heard it: "You are now a shareholder of our dyeing workshop, but only a few pieces of cloth, and you still need to pay for it?" Say, whatever color you want, just ask the guy to carry it into the car for you. ”

Wang Yongzhu hurriedly waved his hand and explained the use of this cloth: "One yard is one yard, and I am one yard with the dyeing workshop, but now I buy cloth on behalf of my family's mountain goods business, which is to be sold to others, so naturally it cannot be grouped together." The public is public, the private is private, and the cloth should be as much as it should be, and it cannot be confused. ”

Only then did the shopkeeper Wu understand, and he had a high opinion of Wang Yongzhu, and instructed the man to move out the cloth requested by Wang Yongzhu, and by the way, he also suggested: "Now there is another batch of dyed cloth in the dyeing workshop, and the number is not much, and it is all a small problem, and people who are not particular about it are really not very obvious." The price is also cheap, so you might as well take it, and you will be able to deal with the hunters in the mountains in the future. ”

This is a good suggestion, Wang Yongzhu knows, in fact, the Zhuang family really does not pay attention to what they wear on weekdays, and the craftsmanship of the auspicious dyeing workshop, even if it is dyed, that is, the color is uneven, or other small problems.

This kind of cloth, in exchange for the black-hearted merchant, can be sold as good cloth to the ignorant or careless people.

Now, although she only has a friendship with the hunters in Chongzigou, she has also heard that in the depths of the Great Black Mountain, there are many such villages, which are also inconvenient to enter and exit, and are discriminated against by people outside the mountain.

If this fabric is used well, you may be able to find a reliable supply point.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Yongzhu didn't postpone it, thanked the shopkeeper Wu, and wrapped the dyed fabric.

Shopkeeper Wu told Wang Yongzhu about the recent business situation of the dyeing workshop, and Wang Yongzhu also showed Wang Yongzhu the accounts of a quarter.

Looking at the numbers on the books, Wang Yongzhu knew that his dividend at the end of the year was not a small amount, and he was really happy in his heart.

The shopkeeper Wu was also happy, the business of the auspicious dyeing workshop and the cloth shop was getting better and better, and the reputation was also out, and the owner also wrote a letter to praise himself a few days ago.

Thinking that this year, he will go back again, it will be different from the past.

Wang Yongzhu and the others moved the fabric to the car, settled the silver, and gave the little mountain goods specially set aside to the shopkeeper Wu, which was also a little bit of his own heart, so he said goodbye and left.

Song Chongjin drove the carriage and rushed directly to the bookstore.

Diagonally opposite the bookstore is the restaurant, and Song Chongjin turned the carriage into the back street and stopped in front of a small mansion.

The two black lacquered wooden doors, tightly closed, were indistinguishable from the other houses in the town.

Song Chongjin got out of the carriage and patted the door knocker, and after a while, a voice came from the courtyard: "Who?" ”

The door creaked open, and a tall, strong man poked his head out, with a full beard, his hair tied casually, and a tight-fitting suit.

Seeing that it was Song Chongjin, he paused for a moment, nodded, and took a step back: "You're here, come in and talk." ”

Song Chongjin didn't follow in immediately, but went down the steps and walked to the carriage: "Yongzhu, it's here, get off." ”

Stretching out his hand, he was about to help Wang Yongzhu get out of the car.

Wang Yongzhu jumped lightly, jumped down from the carriage, looked at the gate, and took down a small brown paper bag from the carriage.

This is at the intersection, she bought a bag of jujube cakes, and came to the door for the first time, but she was also Song Chongjin's master, so she couldn't be empty-handed.

The generous one followed Song Chongjin into the door, and didn't forget to ask: "What should we do with the goods in the carriage?" If you put it outside, you won't be taken away, right? ”

Today, in order to haul the goods, the carriage was dismantled, and the fabric was piled up casually, just outside, unguarded, if someone passed by, they didn't know if they took it away.

Song Chongjin hadn't spoken yet, the tall man walking in front of him stumbled, but he quickly stood still, and said to Song Chongjin in a rough voice: "Why don't you drive your carriage in?" Otherwise, if we lose something important, we two old things can't afford to pay for it! ”

As soon as Song Chongjin heard this, his face sank, it didn't matter if he was polite to him, no matter what, they also had kindness to him, but for Yongzhu like this, he was not happy in his heart.

Just as he was about to speak, Wang Yongzhu pushed Song Chongjin with a smile: "Go and drive the carriage in." ”

Seeing that Wang Yongzhu was not angry, Song Chongjin walked to the side of the courtyard, where there was a side door, just allowing the carriage to enter.

Song Chongjin went out, and Wang Yongzhu and the tall man were left in the courtyard.

The tall man looked impatient, looked Wang Yongzhu up and down, and then said sullenly: "You are the mother-in-law that kid wants to marry?" ”

Wang Yongzhu smiled slightly, raised a finger and shook it: "You said the opposite, it's not that Song Chongjin wants to marry me as his daughter-in-law, it's that he wants to come to my house to be his son-in-law!" ”

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Chapter 432: This is the opposite