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The rice flower shop blooms before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In this regard, all parties in the Yan family had mixed reactions.
Yan Zhigao didn¡¯t pay much attention to things in the backyard. Unless it was something more important, he didn¡¯t care much about it. After knowing that Daohua earned the money to buy the shop, he just let it go.
The person in the second room looked unfavorable.
In their view, there are only a few people who buy flowers. Even if the price is good, it is still not easy to make money; and flowers are difficult to grow, and they may die of disease or wither if they are not careful.
Before opening the store, Yan Zhiyuan and Sun wanted to persuade Daohua to do a business they were optimistic about, and even wanted Daohua to hand over the store to them.
After the persuasion failed, he stood aside with the attitude of watching a show, as if waiting for Daohua's flower shop to close down.
The people in Sanfang are silently supportive. Yan Zhiqiang is busy with transplanting flowers, selecting flower pots, and transporting soil.
As for Aunt Lin from Shuangxinyuan, Yan Yishuang, who had nothing but pity for Yan Zhigao, could only look at her dryly.
Mrs. Li is the most concerned about this matter. She personally wrote to her elder brother Li Xingchang to ask for the management. Daohua can treat opening a store as a hobby, but she can't.
She has to think about her daughter¡¯s future. The Yan family¡¯s financial situation is like this. Even if they start to accumulate family wealth from now on, how much money can they possibly accumulate? What's more, there are many grandchildren in the Yan family.
This shop will definitely be used to make a dowry for your daughter in the future, but it must be taken care of properly.
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 using space soil. They bloomed in full bloom, attracting many people to stop and watch.
"However, it is only for viewing, and very few people pay to buy it.
Daohua is not in a hurry about this. The life of ordinary people in ancient times was not easy. Before opening the store, she had never thought of selling flowers to ordinary people. Her intended customers were those literati and wealthy people who had loose money and liked elegance.
Daohua looked at the flow of customers for a while, then turned her attention to the people working in the store.
The steward's surname is Wang. He is in his early forties. He is a smiling person. He is very experienced in dealing with people and bringing them to and from them. My mother said that this man is a steward with outstanding work ability in the store of my uncle. Because she wants to do this. Sent as a gift.
The clerk in the shop is from a family named Zheng that she chose from Zhuangzi. When Mr. Zheng was young, he showed people a flower house in a wealthy family and learned some skills in taking care of flowers and plants. He was barely considered a flower farmer.
His two sons, Zheng Dawu and Zheng Xiaowu, are quite energetic and work diligently in Zhuangzi.
Daohua thought that it would be convenient for the whole family to use and manage, so she asked the whole family to come 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 immediately, a pretty little girl jumped out of the carriage quickly.
"You crazy girl, slow down, don't fall."
A majestic and concerned voice sounded immediately after, and then, an old man with gray hair and a majestic look on his eyebrows slowly got out of the carriage with the help of a servant.
Zhou Jingwan saw her grandfather getting out of the car and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm: "Grandpa, look, how beautiful the flowers are in bloom in the shop!"
Mr. Zhou followed his granddaughter¡¯s fingers and looked at the flower shop. He looked at the pots of flowers and plants blooming, and his face showed joy: "Let's go in and have a look."
As soon as the two entered the store, Daohua discovered it.
Looking at Mr. Zhou who couldn't put it down in the flowerpot, Daohua thought for a while and decided to go out. Even if you don¡¯t see them, forget it. If you do, as a junior, you still have to take the initiative to say hello.
"Sister Zhou!"
When Zhou Jingwan was hesitating about which pot of flowers to choose, she heard a familiar voice coming from 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 the rice flowers, and asked curiously: "Why are you dressed like this?"
Daohua smiled: "Because it's convenient." After saying that, she pulled Zhou Jingwan and whispered in her ear, "This is how my mother agreed to let me stay in the flower shop."
Zhou Jingwan didn¡¯t dislike Daohua¡¯s natural and intimate behavior. After hearing Daohua¡¯s words, her almond-shaped eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Is this flower shop run by your family?"
Daohua smiled and nodded.
Zhou Jingwan slapped her forehead fiercely: "How could I forget? When I was a guest at your home, you said that you could grow flowers and plants. It seems that there are many in your yard."
Daohua smiled and said: "When you went there before, the flowers were not blooming yet, but they have bloomed now. If you have time, you can come and take a look."
Zhou Jingwan nodded immediately. Under the influence of the old lady of the Zhou family, she also loves flowers and plants very much: "Has your wall-climbing rose bloomed? Does it look good? If it looks good, I will build one just like the flower shed in your yard when I get home."
Daohua: "Not bad!"
On the side, Mr. Zhou was looking at the flower pots in the shop, and from time to time he looked at the two little girls who were talking enthusiastically.
For the Yan family who were new to Xingzhou City, he paid a little attention to the young prince because of his relationship with them, but he never thought of taking the initiative to contact them.
At this moment, seeing the eldest daughter of the Yan family talking and laughing freely with her granddaughter, and being polite and courteous, I felt a little more recognition of the Yan family.
Whether a family¡¯s family style and momentum are good or not depends on the next generation they cultivate.
"I heard from the eldest grandson that the Yan family's parents are gentle, polite, humble, and knowledgeable; the eldest daughter of the Yan family in front of me is also a bright spot, with bright eyes and white teeth, and a measured advance and retreat.
If the next generation of the Yan family is like these two people, then the Yan family will have a greater chance of prosperity.
"Ahem~"
Seeing that his granddaughter had a friend, Mr. Zhou forgot about him. He couldn't help but coughed, wiping away his sense of existence.
¡°Oops, I forgot to introduce you.¡±
Zhou Jingwan pulled Daohua and came to Mr. Zhou: "Grandpa, this is Yan Yiyi, the eldest daughter of Lord Yan of Zhizhou; Daohua, this is my grandfather."
After saying this, Daohua immediately saluted Mr. Zhou with a smile: "Hello, Grandpa Zhou, Daohua is very polite."
Mrs. Zhou smiled and asked Daohua to stand 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 flowers blooming, the junior will be in a good mood"
After that, Mr. Zhou slowly started chatting with Daohua. The old man found that this girl from the Yan family knew a lot about flowers and plants. She was very knowledgeable about how to take care of them and how to handle them.
During this period, Manager Wang knew the identity of Mrs. Zhou and was a little worried. He kept looking at them, fearing that the young Daohua would offend someone.
However, he was obviously worried for nothing.
Look at how happy they are, Mr. Zhou is looking at Miss Yan with a look that hates seeing her so late.
"Grandpa Zhou, if Daohua cultivates any beautiful flowers in the future, I will definitely send them to your house."
After chatting for more than an hour, Mr. Zhou finally walked out of the flower shop after being reminded by his servant. Daohua and Manager Wang sent him to the door of the shop together.
¡°There¡¯s still me, there¡¯s still me!¡± Zhou Jingwan quickly raised her hand.
Daohua smiled and said: "Don't worry, no matter who's missing, it's also yours, Sister Zhou." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com