Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 98 Preparing to Build a Greenhouse (1)

Feng Xuxu furrowed her brows, "If it’s about silver, you can rest assured."

"May I ask how much you need, and when you need it."

Doing quick calculations in her head, Feng Xuxu said, "I need it to be one thousand meters long and three hundred meters wide. Can you make oilcloth of such size?"

"We can, but the process is quite tedious," the oilcloth shopkeeper said hesitantly.

"The matter of silver is easily resolved. I need a lot of oilcloth, and I need to use it within two months. Can you finish it by then?"

"Miss, it depends on how much. With such a large size, it would take a day just to complete one. If there are many, I can finish them first and then cut them down to size, which would save a lot of trouble and allow me to make more," the oilcloth shopkeeper roughly explained.

"Good. I need one that’s one thousand meters long and three hundred meters wide. About two hundred thousand like that. Within two months, can it be done?" Feng Xuxu pondered. Five manors, plus two villages and the cultivated wasteland, roughly matched three hundred thousand mu of land. Leaving one hundred thousand mu for planting rice in the spring, the rest would be planted with greenhouses.

Upon hearing this, the oilcloth shopkeeper stared wide-eyed, this was the first time in his life he had seen an order for so much oilcloth.

"That, I’m afraid it’s difficult, but our family specializes in this. Even if my own family can’t complete it, there’s still my brother’s family. We will do our best to deliver within two months," he considered. This would be a big job. If he could pull it off, he wouldn’t have to worry about food or clothes anymore.

"Good, you calculate the price," Feng Xuxu quickly agreed.

The oilcloth shopkeeper picked up the abacus on the table and began clacking away, shifting beads while muttering to himself. "Fifteen wen per meter, two hundred thousand meters..."

Feng Xuxu, having listened to the click-clack of the abacus until her ears almost developed calluses, stepped forward and calculated, "Fifteen wen per meter for two hundred thousand meters make three thousand taels of silver."

The oilcloth shopkeeper was completely flabbergasted. He was still calculating when the young lady in front of him had already figured out the sum. Hearing it was three thousand taels, his heart thrilled and his hands shook as he held the abacus.

Seeing the shopkeeper dazed, Yingus stepped forward and shouted, "Our miss is talking to you. What are you daydreaming about?"

"Ah. Oh. Well, I am just astonished. I didn’t expect the miss to be so talented. I am impressed," he said, setting down the abacus in embarrassment.

"You are too kind, sir. I’ll give you a deposit of one thousand taels now. When it’s done, bring the oilcloth to the Feng Family Village’s Mandala Villa, and I will give you another portion of the deposit," Feng Xuxu said as she pulled out a one thousand taels silver note and handed it over to the oilcloth shopkeeper.

"Very good, I’ll write you a receipt right now," the shopkeeper said joyfully, holding the silver note as he went to write a receipt.

"Miss, take care. I will have it completed within two months," said the shopkeeper, whose voice was now buoyant with the weight of the silver note.

Feng Xuxu left the oilcloth shop and aimlessly wandered the streets, looking at the bustling alleys and the throngs of people, realizing she had never really browsed the streets before.

Turning a corner and seeing a tavern not far off, Feng Xuxu strode into the hall.

"Miss Feng, our shopkeeper has been complaining that you haven’t visited for quite some time," the waiter greeted her obsequiously as he saw Feng Xuxu.

"Hmm, where’s Uncle Ma? I’ll go find him," she said, heading toward the kitchen.

"Yo, Uncle Ma, what are you up to here? Did your master fine you again? Moping around," Feng Xuxu said as she entered the backyard and saw Uncle Ma listless, hands behind his back, his head bowed in thought.

"You girl, how come you haven’t visited this old man recently?" Uncle Ma turned around and saw Feng Xuxu, complaining half-heartedly.