There is Room For the Poor Daughter

The flower shop of rice flowers opens before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The Yan family had mixed reactions to this.

Yan Zhigao didn't pay much attention to things in the backyard. Unless it was more important, he didn't care much. After knowing that the money to buy the shop was earned by Daohua himself, he just let it go.

The people in the second room are not optimistic.

In their opinion, there are only a few people who buy flowers. Even if the price is good, it is not easy to make money. Moreover, flowers are difficult to grow, and they may die of illness or wither if they are not careful.

Before opening the store, Yan Zhiyuan and the Sun family wanted to persuade Daohua to make a living that they were optimistic about, and even wanted Daohua to hand over the store to them.

After the persuasion was ineffective, he stood aside with the attitude of watching a play, as if waiting for Daohua's flower shop to close down.

The people in the third room are silently supporting. Flower transplanting, flower pot selection, and soil transportation are all done by Yan Zhiqiang.

As for Concubine Lin of Shuangxinyuan, except for Yan Yishuang who had nothing in front of Yan Zhigao, she could only watch it dryly.

Mrs. Li is most concerned about this matter. She personally wrote a letter to her elder brother Li Xingchang and asked for it. Daohua can take opening a store as a hobby, but she can't.

She has to think about her daughter's future. The Yan family's background is like this. Even if she starts to accumulate wealth from now on, how much might she accumulate? What's more, there are quite a few grandchildren in the Yan family.

This shop must be used as a dowry for her daughter in the future, but it must not be taken care of.

On the first day the flower shop opened, Daohua changed into men's clothes and watched from behind the shop in person.

The flowers she planted were all cultivated with space soil, and they bloomed in full bloom, attracting many people to stop and watch.

However, it is limited to watching, and there are very few people who buy it with money.

In this regard, Daohua is not in a hurry. The life of ordinary people in ancient times was not easy. Before opening the store, she never thought of selling flowers to ordinary people. Her intended customers are those literati and scholars and children who are easy-going and like elegance.

Daohua watched the traffic for a while, then turned her attention to the people working in the store.

The steward surnamed Wang, in his early 40s, is a person who loves to laugh. He is very experienced in handling people, attracting people and sending them. I heard from my mother that this person is a steward with outstanding ability to handle affairs in the store under my uncle. Sent by love.

And the guy in the shop was a family named Zheng who she had chosen from Zhuangzi. When old man Zheng was young, he had seen flower houses in big families and learned some skills in taking care of flowers and plants. He was barely a flower farmer.

His two sons, Zheng Dawu and Zheng Xiaowu, are quite exciting, and they are more diligent in their work in Zhuangzi.

Daohua thought that the family would be easy to use and manage, so they all came to the flower shop to work.

"Grandpa, look, there is a newly opened flower shop here."

A well-decorated carriage stopped in front of the flower shop, and then a pretty little girl quickly jumped out of the carriage.

"You crazy girl, slow down and stop falling."

The voice of majesty and concern followed closely, and then, an old man with gray hair and a majestic look between his brows slowly got off the carriage with the help of his servants.

Seeing that her grandfather got out of the car, Zhou Jingwan hurriedly stepped forward and took his arm: "Grandpa, look at the flowers in the shop!"

Mrs. Zhou followed her granddaughter's fingers and looked at the flower shop, looking at the pots of flowers and plants that were vying to bloom, with a look of joy on her face: "Go, go in and have a look."

As soon as the two entered the store, Daohua found it.

Looking at the old man Zhou who was in love with the flowerpot, Daohua thought about it and decided to go out. If you don't see it, it's fine. If you see it, as a junior, you still have to take the initiative to say hello.

"Sister Zhou!"

Zhou Jingwan was hesitating about which pot of flowers to choose when she heard a somewhat familiar voice behind her. When she turned around, she saw Daohua disguised as a man: "You are Yan Yiyi!"

Seeing the uncertainty on her face, Daohua smiled and nodded.

Zhou Jingwan quickly stepped forward, circled around Daohua, and asked curiously, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Daohua smiled: "Because it's so convenient." As she said that, she pulled Zhou Jingwan and whispered in her ear, "So my mother agreed to let me stay in the flower shop."

Zhou Jingwan didn't dislike Daohua's natural and close behavior. After listening to Daohua's words, she opened her eyes and said in surprise, "Is this flower shop opened by your family?"

Daohua smiled and nodded.

Zhou Jingwan slapped her forehead fiercely: "How could I forget, when you were a guest at your house, you said that you would grow flowers and plants, as if you have a lot in your yard."

Daohua smiled and said: "When you went there before, the flowers were not in bloom yet, but they are already in bloom now. You can come and have a look if you have time."

Zhou Jingwan nodded immediately. Influenced by the old man of the Zhou family, she also liked flowers and plants very much: "Is the climbing rose in your house blooming? Does it look good? If it looks good, I will make one according to your garden shed when I go home."

Daohua: "Not bad!"

On the side, Mrs. Zhou looked at the flower pots in the shop, and looked at the two girls who spoke up from time to time.

As for the new Yan family in Xingzhou City, because of the little prince's relationship, he paid some attention to it, but he never thought of taking the initiative to contact him.

At this moment, looking at the eldest girl of the Yan family who can talk and laugh freely with her granddaughter, she has a little more recognition for the Yan family in her heart.

Whether a family's style and momentum are good or not depends on the next generation they cultivate.

Hearing from the eldest grandson, the grandson of Yan's family is courteous, humble, and has solid knowledge; the eldest girl of the Yan family in front of her is also a bright spot, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a moderate advance and retreat.

If the next generation of the Yan family is like these two people, then the chance of the Yan family prospering is great.

"Cough cough~"

Seeing that his granddaughter had a friend, Mrs. Zhou forgot about him. He couldn't help coughing, sighing his own presence.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you."

Zhou Jingwan took Daohua to Mrs. Zhou: "Grandpa, this is Yan Yiyi, the eldest daughter of Master Yan in Zhizhou; Daohua, this is my grandfather."

When the words fell, Daohua immediately bowed to the old man Zhou with a smile: "Hello, Grandpa Zhou, Daohua is polite."

Mrs. Zhou smiled and asked Daohua to get up: "I heard that this flower shop is opened by your family, why, do you like flowers too?"

Daohua nodded: "Well, looking at the colorful and blooming flowers, the younger generation will be in a good mood."

After that, Mrs. Zhou started chatting with Daohua so slowly. The old man found out that this girl from the Yan family knows a lot about flowers and plants.

During this period, Steward Wang knew the identity of the old man Zhou, and he was a little worried, and kept looking at them, for fear that Daohua would offend people when he was still young.

However, he was obviously worried for nothing.

Seeing how happy they were, Mrs. Zhou looked at Miss Yan with a look of late.

"Grandpa Zhou, if Daohua cultivates any beautiful flowers in the future, I will definitely send it to the house for you."

After chatting for more than an hour, Mrs. Zhou walked out of the flower shop with the reminder of the servants. Dao Hua and Manager Wang sent people to the door of the shop together.

"And me, and me!" Zhou Jingwan quickly raised her hand.

Daohua smiled and said, "Don't worry, if anyone is missing, you will also be missing Sister Zhou."