Thinking about his usual indifference towards Mu Shaoling, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but ask, "Chengcheng, do you miss your dad?" Upon hearing this, Chengcheng didn’t speak for a long ti.
"You don’t miss him?"
Chengcheng lowered his head, and Yang Chuxia thought he didn’t miss his father, inwardly wondering, Mu Shaoling, just what kind of failure are you?
Unexpectedly, soon after ca the sound of a child sobbing.
Yang Chuxia lifted his face, the little nose was red, and tears were streaming down.
Seeing this look, Yang Chuxia felt a pang of sadness, patted his back, and hugged him tightly, "Be good, Chengcheng, don’t cry, your dad will definitely co back."
This child really does care, though he acts cold on the outside, deep down he has feelings.
"Really?" Chengcheng choked as he asked.
"Of course it’s true." Yang Chuxia said, "How could Auntie lie to you? Let count, hmm, about when your little sister is born, your dad should be back."
Yang Chuxia thought that by then, though Mu Shaoling might not be able to appear openly, he would definitely want to see Dongyang. Besides, childbirth is like passing through the gates of hell, a matter of life and death, Mu Shaoling could not rest easy with the midwife and would certainly be there in person to guard.
"Auntie cannot lie!" Chengcheng said, extending his little finger.
Yang Chuxia smiled and also extended her little finger, "Auntie keeps her word."
A mont later, Yang Chuxia saw through the carriage window there were vendors selling sugar figurines outside and asked, "Do you want to eat that?"
Chengcheng looked and thought they seed fun, so he nodded, and Yang Chuxia had the servant buy two strings of them.
"Hmm, what’s happening up ahead? Why is it so noisy?" After the carriage moved on, Yang Chuxia heard shouting ahead.
"Madam, up ahead seems to be a shop selling goods, probably at a discount, so many people are rushing over," the servant responded.
"Should the maid go down and check?" Ming Lan asked.
But before Yang Chuxia could speak, two of the accompanying servants said, "Madam, up ahead is a shop selling furs, with signs saying all furs regardless of size or length, sheepskin or mink, are thirty taels each until stocks last."
"So cheap?" Yang Chuxia was surprised, "I wonder about the quality of the furs." She thought for a mont and told Ming Lan, "Go down and check, see what the furs are like."
"Yes!"
Ming Lan went down and returned shortly, saying, "Madam, why not buy a few? I saw the furs are quite nice, very smooth and shiny, with good coloring. I inquired about it, apparently the owner transported the furs from the northwest and northeast, bought cheap, so selling them cheap."
In this era, furs are differentiated between dosticated and wild; wild ones are naturally hard to co by. But the dostic ones, perhaps due to terrain, climate, and other factors in the Capital City area, are very average, not only poor in color but short-haired, with a sll from processing, and wealthy families don’t want to buy them.
But not in the northwest and northeast, where people are near so nomadic ethnic groups, learning their breeding thods, producing long, smooth-haired furs with good color.
Moreover, as these two places are far from the Capital City, furs from these areas are generally expensive when sold in the Capital City. A sheepskin for thirty taels is considered normal, but selling all types at that price is really cheap.
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