Traveling through ancient times and taking space to farm

"Well, that's a good idea, so let's leave the numbering to the second girl.

You should think carefully about how to do the numbering. This is our Zhang family’s first property. You can make sure it is foolproof."

"Grandpa, just hold on, I promise to handle the matter properly for you." After Han Yun finished speaking, she patted her chest, saying that you can leave this matter to me, don't worry.

"Tomorrow we will give Yunze a few pieces of Mo and let him give it to the Master and his close classmates."

"Dad, are you giving it away for free?"

"It's a free gift. Just ask Yunze to say that there are some in the 'Shuxiang Pavilion' in the town and the 'Cangshan Study' in the county. Don't worry about anything else." Mr. Zhang instructed.

It was decided that Boss Zhang would take Han Yun to town tomorrow to deliver ink and then sell the dressing box.

The next day, the two men set off early to go to the town for more than ten miles. Since there was no bullock cart carrying passengers, they did not dare to delay and went straight to the town.

When we arrived in town, we first went to the "Shuxiang Pavilion". When we entered the store, the waiter came up and greeted us: "Two guests, please come in. What do you need?"

"Little brother, let's buy ink for my brother. Can you introduce him to me?"

The waiter saw that although the father and daughter were wearing ordinary cotton clothes without patches.

When she heard Han Yun talk about buying ink, she quickly took the box on the shelf behind her.

He introduced: "Two guests, if you have enlightened students in your family, just use this ordinary ink block, which costs 500 yuan a piece.

There is also this "Wen Tang" ink with one tael of silver.

This is the best ink in our town. Which one do you two come to?"

Han Yun picked up a piece of Wen Tang ink, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it. It had a bit of a burnt smell, but it was big but not very heavy.

My father and I looked at each other and thought, is this Modu worth only one tael of silver? There is no comparison with their Modu.

"Second brother, do you have Zhang Jia Mo? My brother is used to that type of ink.

Their ink does not lag when writing, does not aggravate the paper, and dries quickly without losing black ash.

You don’t know how to use black hands after writing, do you have one at home?" Han Yun asked pretendingly.

"Have you never heard of Zhang Jiamo?" The waiter was a little confused. When did Zhang Jiamo come out?

What the waiter didn't know was that from then on, people came to buy Zhang Jiamo almost every day.

"My brother told me that there is one in the town. If you don't have me at home, go to someone else's house and have a look!" After Han Yun finished speaking, she didn't waste any more time and went to the private school with her father.

After explaining the matter clearly, the two went to find a place to sell dressing boxes.

After asking around a few shops that didn't offer good prices, they all wanted to get a bargain. The two of them discussed going to the county town to sell.

"Dad, how long does it take to get to the county seat? Can you come back today?"

"Let's rent a carriage and we'll be there in an hour. If everything goes well, we can even take a tour of the county town.

Come back and hire a carriage, and you'll be home before dinner." Zhang Shujun said that he could stroll around the town before going home.

An hour later, in front of the 'Wanbaozhai' jewelry store, a father and daughter dressed in ordinary clothes were muttering at the door and discussing something.

"Dad, have you seen that carriage? It must be for a lady from a wealthy family. Let's sell this dressing box to her."

When the people in the car come out in a while, you can do whatever I ask you to do and cooperate with me." Seeing her father nod, Han Yun was reassured. Whether she succeeds or not depends on who is in the car.

The car stopped, and a little maid in light green clothes walked by and opened the car curtain.

I saw a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, well-kept, elegant and well-kept, coming out of the car.

When Han Yun saw him, she knew she was the fat sheep in her eyes. Hey, he is a buyer and a noble person.

"Hey! Dad, I'm blinded by the wind.

Quickly take out our heirloom, the glass mirror, and let me see what's in my eyes." Han Yun wanted to shout as exaggeratedly as she was afraid that others wouldn't hear her.

Father Zhang quickly cooperated, opened the makeup mirror in his hand, and held up the holder of the glass mirror in the direction of the lady.