Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"I can't tell. I think they're all the same. One is a lotus and the other is a bird."

Lin Fusheng didn't answer, saying he couldn't explain clearly and simply agreed.

Li Fengmei was very careful about her budget. When she decided to buy something, she had to choose the one she was most satisfied with.

"What about this? How much does it cost?"

What she was referring to was an embroidered handkerchief with complete embroidery pattern. The pattern occupied half of the handkerchief, and it was embroidered with a long fish bridge. It was originally put on it for display, but she didn't expect anyone to actually ask about it.

"This is a half-embroidered handkerchief, with a silk base. I'm going to ask my shopkeeper, and I'll tell you that it's more than fifty taels."

"What?! It's more than fifty taels, why don't you grab it!"

Li Fengmei put it down quickly, for fear of breaking it. After comparing it, the fifty and thirty coins were still more cost-effective. Although there was only a small flower in the corner of the veil, it still looked good after all. It would give you face when you take it out. ah.

"I want this thirty cents, wrap it up for me."

Li Fengmei handed the selected handkerchief to Lin Fusheng. He took one corner respectfully to avoid touching his hand, and then quickly went to the counter.

Li Fengmei bought a handkerchief, and everyone present was surprised. This person who had nothing to do with anything was willing to spend money.

The envious look and compliments made Li Fengmei feel very happy. She was so happy that she felt pain in her heart. After paying the money, she waved the newly wrapped handkerchief around in her hand and pointed the embroidered corner at others. , stayed in the embroidery workshop and did not leave.

Village Chief Zhou is okay with these embroideries, because the husband in his family also knows some, although they are very ordinary, but he can barely enjoy them.

"Your embroidery shop also sells fabrics?"

"Sell, sell, sell, sell."

Because Zhu Yuan was stuttering, he was not allowed to receive the reception in the front hall, but when he was packing things aside, he happened to be seen by Village Chief Zhou, and this scene happened.

Village Chief Zhou thought the young man was nervous and didn't show any abnormality.

"How did you sell this piece of linen?"

"Ma, ma..." Zhu Yuan was very embarrassed, blushing and lowering his head, unable to speak.

When Chang Yuqiao saw it, he immediately rushed over, touched Zhu Yuan's shoulder, and said softly: "Go to the back and sort it out to see if there are any good embroidery samples."

Zhu Yuan nodded and left quickly.

"Village Chief Zhou, this young man is young, thin-skinned, and gets nervous whenever he speaks. Don't mind."

"It's okay, it's nothing."

"The price of this linen is the same as in town, so you don't have to go to town. The colors here are all commonly used, you can choose whatever you want."

Village Chief Zhou was very attentive, which was a lot more convenient. He saved himself from having to go to town and chose one gray-brown and one black, both of which are stain-resistant colors.

In such a morning's effort, a total of five handkerchiefs and three pieces of coarse cloth were sold, which was pretty good.

Three of the handkerchiefs are small embroidered handkerchiefs embroidered by Chang Yuqiao. They are said to be used when they get married. This wedding is a big event, and the money saved is spent the fastest at this time.

At noon, people in Xiufang gradually dispersed, and it was time to go home for dinner.

As the shopkeeper, Chang Yuqiao stood at the counter and summarized.

"Here, I would like to commend Zhu Yuan. Two of the handkerchiefs he embroidered were sold this morning."

Zhu Yuan was suddenly called on, and he was at a loss. He stood there and smiled shyly, while the other three young men applauded him.

"Others also behaved very well. They treated the guests politely and introduced them clearly. Everyone has worked hard. Let's have a full meal at noon and continue in the afternoon."

Song Tingran and his husband were looking at Changyuqiao from behind. He looked serious now, really like the owner of a shop.

However, only Song Tingran knew that he was wearing light pink socks today.

Sang Cheng and Wen Li made lunch on the way home, and they happened to eat directly after returning from the embroidery workshop.

"My wife, the bull has a lot of milk. I just squeezed a big pot of it and kept it in the kitchen. I can't finish it."

As Sang Cheng held the vegetables, he could still vaguely see the scar on the back of his left hand. It was estimated that if he applied medicine on time for a few days, it would be completely healed.

"There are so many. After dinner, let's make milk tea and drink it."

Song Tingran said it lightly, but the husbands all took it to heart.

After dinner, I was still busy and quickly cleaned up the dining room and kitchen.

Xiao Yuchen held a large basin of fresh milk and stood in front of Song Tingran, who was still immersed in the daze of eating.

"Master Wife, it's time to make milk tea."

"Forehead...."

Expectant faces came closer one by one, all seeming to be very interested in milk tea.

Song Tingran taught Lin Qinghe this milk tea a long time ago, but because his family was still relatively miserable at that time, he never made it.

Song Tingran found a clean small casserole, wrapped the tea leaves in gauze, threw it in, and poured milk and a small amount of sugar into it.

While the husbands were looking at it seriously, Song Tingran said, "Okay, let's light a fire and boil it."

Sang Cheng: "Ah? Is this good?"

Qiao Jinshu: "I just brought melon seeds..."

Xiao Yuchen: "I have a hunch that this milk tea will be the pinnacle of my cooking skills."

Wen Ci: "My wife, if you are sure there are no other steps, I will really open fire now."

Wen Li: "Brother, let me do it. The wife must be right. It just looks simple. In fact, this heat should be a university question."

Chang Yuqiao looked at Song Tingran for confirmation.

Song Tingran sat on a stool on the side and said helplessly: "You are overthinking it. Tea and milk are boiled together, which is called milk tea. Let's start the boil and let's try it together."

"Oh."

Despite this, everyone is still here, because there is no need to put anything else in the middle, so after lighting the firewood under the casserole, there is no need to look at it.

Sang Cheng takes Xiaoyu for a walk here.

"The way of making this milk tea is the same as when Wen Li and I make medicine. It feels the same. Even the pot is the same."

Wen Li: "Yes, it's almost exactly the same, except that it smells fragrant and glutinous. I think An An and Xiao Yu keep smacking their lips, so they are probably greedy."

Qiao Jinshu: "It will be cooked in a while. Give An An and Xiao Yu a bowl each and I will feed them."

Shi Yan hesitated. He knew that milk dolls could drink cow's milk and goat's milk, but although this milk tea was also milk, he was not sure, so he looked at his wife.

"This won't work. An'an and Xiaoyu are still young. Let them drink this milk tea when they grow up. Don't feed them randomly."

Qiao Jinshu nodded immediately and entered the study. Song Tingran was curious and felt that even if he wanted to practice calligraphy, it wouldn't be so sudden, so he followed behind him.

I saw Qiao Jinshu sitting in his seat, not sitting still like before, holding a brush and writing something seriously.

"Jinshu, what is this?"

Qiao Jinshu embarrassedly covered it up, then unfolded it directly, letting Song Tingran look at it.