The Shopkeeper didn’t insist either; after all, everyone was here for the profit, and titles hardly mattered.
"If I were to buy these mulberries, I wonder if the young lady might tell , how exactly does one make mulberry wine?"
An Ning smiled, "Of course, the thod for brewing mulberry wine isn’t difficult, I can describe it verbally."
An Ning didn’t intend to make a fortune from this, knowing well that reality is after all reality; unlike novels, a small thing can’t fetch a fortune.
Moreover, mulberry wine indeed requires at least a month to brew properly; selling at a high price without a finished product would only make one seem deceptive.
The Shopkeeper didn’t seem petty, imdiately taking out a small piece of silver from his pocket, "This is one tael of silver, the rest can be for buying the lady’s recipe."
An Ning accepted the silver and handed over the basket as well, narrating the steps for making mulberry wine and, of course, introduced herself.
After all, this Shopkeeper wasn’t a fool who would waste one tael of silver for nothing.
If deceived, he would lose not just a tael of silver but also the wine and mulberries ant for experintation.
Initially, she thought selling mulberries wouldn’t be easy, but little did she expect it to be so smooth, making An Ning quite satisfied.
Seeing as it was still early, An Ning strolled around the market.
Her father had brought half a sack of white rice in the morning; if rationed, it was enough for a while, so there was no need to get more.
But clothes were another story; she’d returned in a rush without any change of clothes. She’d been wearing the sa clothes for two days, busy and in the sweltering heat, they had started to sll stale.
Passing by a fabric shop, An Ning couldn’t move on.
Counting her Silver Coin, there was the one tael from selling mulberries and what her father had given, totaling three taels.
It seed she could afford clothes.
So, An Ning decisively went inside.
After a long ti selecting in the fabric shop, An Ning grudgingly picked a few feet of linen cloth, the material she wore now; it was coarse but cheap and durable.
Truth be told, she didn’t have the capital to buy anything better, so she made do.
Just as An Ning was about to check out, she suddenly saw a woman selling embroidery.
Mrs. Yan could embroider too, and often made handkerchiefs to supplent the household, but An Ning didn’t intend to have her do embroidery.
In recent years, Mrs. Yan’s health had deteriorated severely; having just had a minor confinent, An Ning wanted her to rest well, not toil so hard.
As for her, though she couldn’t embroider, she could weave bracelets, wreaths, and many other patterns.
Thinking this, An Ning bought a few red threads and started weaving right there in the fabric shop.
An Ning’s hands moved swiftly; the rope twisted and turned, her technique almost invisible, yet in a short ti, a simple bracelet was complete.
Holding the newly woven bracelet in her hand, An Ning asked the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, do you buy these kinds of bracelets here?"
The Shopkeeper had watched An Ning’s work, done in a short ti, but the bracelet was especially exquisite. If... if it could have so decorations added, it would be even prettier.
Unfortunately, the young lady’s hand movent was too fast for him to see clearly; otherwise, he might have learned a trick or two.
"One coin for two pieces," the Shopkeeper replied.
Calculating this way, after costs, one could earn twenty or more coins a day, quite a decent inco for a young lady.
Instead, An Ning put the bracelet away, "Please help get more of this kind of rope, and so of other colors as well."
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