CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: LITTLE MONSTER

"All... all of it?" The proprietress was shocked, "Miss, are you serious?"

Even the wealthy families don’t buy this much at once. Is this young lady planning to stockpile them?

Shen Qinglan nodded, "Yes, and give me ten bags of flour as well."

"Alright!"

No matter what they’re going to do with it, the important thing is that there’s a customer buying.

Shen Qinglan stepped outside, instructing one of the carriages to move closer to prevent the grain from getting wet in the rain.

A driver curiously asked, "Miss Shen said she was going to pick someone up. How come she’s at the rice shop?"

"I don’t know," another driver said, "Shopkeeper Tang said that we do whatever Miss Shen asks, and don’t need to worry about anything else."

One of them followed Shen Qinglan’s command and drove the carriage to the front of the rice shop.

"Miss Shen, are you buying grain?" that driver asked.

"Yes!" Shen Qinglan said, "Can your carriage hold ten thousand pounds of grain?"

Five tons of grain is not light.

"Of course it can!" the driver replied, "Our carriage is usually used for picking people up or transporting goods, so you can rest assured, Miss Shen."

Shen Qinglan nodded and then asked the proprietress, who was busy calculating on an abacus, "Proprietress, how many pounds in a bag of flour?"

The proprietress fiddled with the abacus in her hand, without looking up, said, "One hundred and fifty pounds per bag."

"Still seven coins?"

"Yes!" the proprietress nodded.

Shen Qinglan said, "Give me ten bags."

"Sure!"

The proprietress continued with her calculations.

Shen Qinglan took out her purse, withdrew a fifty liang silver note, along with two ingots of twenty liang silver, and one ingot of one liang silver, handing them to the proprietress.

Shen Qinglan said, "Seventy liang and five qian in total, right?"

As she handed over the money, the proprietress just finished her calculation, and looked at her in surprise, then praised, "Miss, you’re really impressive, you can calculate without an abacus and without a single mistake!"

The driver laughed, "Of course, Miss Shen is the accountant of Shengxiang Restaurant, how could she not be impressive?"

"So the miss is from Shengxiang Restaurant!"

The proprietress smiled, "No wonder you’re buying so much grain at once, it’s for the restaurant."

Shen Qinglan didn’t explain, she just smiled faintly.

The proprietress took the money, counted out five hundred coins for Shen Qinglan, then said with a face of embarrassment, "Miss, my husband is not here today, I’m afraid you’ll have to load the grain yourself!"

"No problem!"

Saying this, Shen Qinglan turned to lift a bag of flour, the three drivers quickly stepped forward and said, "Miss, let us do it!"

Such a delicate young lady, how can she carry such heavy items?

The three stepped forward and each carried a bag into the carriage.

Shen Qinglan lifted a bag with one hand and quickly walked towards the door.

The proprietress was not surprised anymore, but the three returning drivers were instantly dumbfounded.

Shen Qinglan placed the grain into the back of the carriage, turned around to see three faces looking at her in shock.

She raised her eyebrows without saying a word, bypassed the three, and continued loading the grain.

The three recovered and couldn’t help but swallow hard.

They, three sturdy men, could only manage one hundred and fifty pounds at most, barely two hundred pounds, yet this young lady could carry one hundred and fifty pounds in one hand without breaking a sweat. Is she even human?

As they moved the grains, they intermittently stole glances at Shen Qinglan, their eyes filled with admiration.

Equally shocked was Le Zhao under the eaves next door.

He held his sword across his chest, murmuring, "What kind of little monster did Duan Yunfei fancy?"

It’s astonishing that even a sturdy man would struggle with moving this much, yet this little girl doesn’t even change her expression!