After escaping from famine, the evil stepmother was pampered by the villain Zaizai Tuan

Just a visit to the workshop.

Jiang Xiaohua readily agreed, "Okay, send someone to send me a message when you have time."

"I'll make arrangements."

She waved her hand and strode away.

Chen Sheng stared at Jiang Xiaohua walking away.

Pingpingtingting, graceful, swaying...

The above words to describe beautiful women...

Well, it has nothing to do with her.

However, Chen Sheng couldn't help but smile slightly. He had never seen a woman move with such a free and powerful pace.

Every step seemed to hit his heart hard.

Jiang Xiaohua definitely deserves this word for her peerless grace.

Jiang Xiaohua rushed to the rouge workshop with her oolong and red bean buns.

It's not like she didn't notice that Chen Sheng was surprisingly enthusiastic today, but she didn't put too much thought into it.

It is simply understood as "a picky rich man becomes enthusiastic after recognizing the other party."

Xingyuan Academy.

Just after the morning reading, the four little kids from the Liu family walked up to Ouyang He.

Ouyang He put down the book and asked kindly, "Why don't you go out and take a breath during the break?"

As a good student representative, Liu Ming spoke on behalf of the whole family, "We have something to ask, sir."

After that, the four little ones performed a disciple ceremony together, very polite and cute.

Ouyang He smiled and said, "Ask."

Liu Ming said, "Sir, do you know that there is a kind of wood that is smooth and delicate in texture, hard but not brittle?"

"The wood doesn't have that rough texture and doesn't absorb as much ink."

"So you can write with ink?"

Ouyang He laughed, "Of course it is."

"But such good wood is usually expensive, such as ebony, sinking wood, and small-leaf rosewood."

Liu Guang said with a grimace, "Sir, these three types of products sound very expensive."

"Isn't there something cheaper?"

Ouyang He said, "Yes, but it's not wood, but bamboo."

Bamboo is a herb, not wood.

The four little eyes lit up and asked in unison, "Can any bamboo be used?"

Ouyang He thought seriously, "Well..."

"If you want to say that the texture is warm and the tentacles are smooth, it must belong to the purple bamboo and Xiangfei bamboo."

He thought of something again and frowned, "Why do you think of using wood dipped in ink to write?"

"Is it because I have trouble using the brush?"

The four little ones hurriedly shook their heads like rattles.

Don’t dare let Master misunderstand this!

Master always said that hard work can make up for clumsiness. If you know that they are not good at using calligraphy brushes, they will definitely have to increase their calligraphy homework!

Liu Ming had no choice but to tell the truth, "It's not us, it's my mother."

Ouyang He's eyebrows stretched, "So that's it."

"When I was young, my family was short of money, so I used reeds by the river as pens to write on the sand."

"However, reed is light and light. If you want to find a pen that can be used for a long time, bamboo is better."

After the four little ones thanked the old master, they walked to the yard to discuss.

Liu Yong said, “Bamboo can be seen everywhere in our hometown.”

"But after coming to the capital, I rarely see them in daily life."

Liu Guang frowned and said, "I also want those purple bamboos and Xiangfei bamboos. I have never heard of them."

Chen Dawei, Lin Fuding, and Zhao Jiabao also gathered.

The three of them listened for a while and finally understood the whole story.

Lin Fuding suggested, "Most of the brushes we use are made of bamboo."

"Removing a brush means turning a soft brush into a hard brush, right?"

"No." Liu Ming rejected the proposal.

“The barrel of the brush is hollow and not long enough, so there is no way to re-carve the tip.”

Chen Dawei looked around at everyone, "I do know that there is a place where Xiangfei bamboo grows."

Xiao Miaomiao was excited, "Where?"

Several others also looked at Chen Dawei expectantly.

Chen Dawei said, "It's in my eighth uncle's garden!"

"That bamboo is indeed very special. Its color is light green and tender yellow, like jade."

"It has purple-brown spots on it."

Liu Ming pondered and said, "I just read it in a book. It is said that Emperor E and Nv Ying mourned their husband Emperor Shun."

"Weeping and weeping blood, the blood and tears are sprinkled on the bamboo, turning into Xiangfei bamboo."

Liu Guang said anxiously, "Stop talking about these literary legends now."

He looked at Chen Dawei, "Your eighth uncle is the one my mother bought the shop from, right?"

"Can you sell us a pole of his Xiangfei bamboo?"

The other three people also brightened up.

Since the late stage of escaping from famine, Jiang Xiaohua has been giving new year's money to the four little ones every month.

It has been posted twice so far.

Including the money saved when performing with animals, the combined savings of the four people amounted to at least three or four dollars.

For a child, this is definitely a huge amount of money.

Liu Yong said, "Yes, we can buy it."

Chen Dawei thought for a while and said, "I can ask Uncle Eight, but don't have too much hope."

"He carefully selected every plant and tree in the garden. He may not be willing to cut them down and sell them."

Liu Yong nodded in agreement and said to his three friends, "This matter must be kept secret."

"Especially if you come to play at my house again, don't let anything slip in front of my mother."

Zhao Jiabao slapped his chest and said with a smile, "I understand, my father said that women like surprises!"

"Dude, promise to keep it secret!"

On that day, Jiang Xiaohua and Jiang Yuanheng formally signed a contract in the workshop.

Jiang Yuanheng looked at the signed deed and said, "Ms. Jiang will give me 30% of the dividend, and I don't need to participate in the management."

"I feel like I got a big bargain with this workshop."

Jiang Xiaohua smiled, "Master Jiang, don't you worry, what if I don't make any money and you lose everything?"

Jiang Yuan looked at her and smiled, "We are close friends, so of course I have a high opinion of Lady Jiang."

Jiang Xiaohua's black line, cut off the neck of an acquaintance? When did they have such a deep friendship?

Three consecutive days followed.

Jiang Xiaohua runs between the workshop and the shop every day.

Before officially starting production, there were many things in the workshop that she had to arrange personally.

The shop has also begun purchasing wood and hiring workers for decoration.

Jiang Xiaohua was so busy that she had no time to cook.

Almost every day I buy some food on the way and eat it with my children when I go home.

In this situation, Jiang Xiaohua also began to miss Li Yuanzhi.

When will he come back?

If he was here, at least there would be someone trustworthy to help her keep an eye on the shop, which would save her a lot of energy.

In two days' time it will be New Year's Eve.

In the evening, Jiang Xiaohua walked home to the sound of dusk drums.

At noon, she watched the workers working in the shop and moved cabinets together. She has been busy until now.

Perhaps because she was tired, she felt like she was stepping on cotton and her head was feeling dizzy.

Jiang Xiaohua bought the children’s favorite shrimp dumplings, sesame cakes with sugar and oil fillings, and red date steamed cakes.

Walking into the alley, I saw a row of donkey carts parked in the middle of the road, and the carts were filled with goods.

Jiang Xiaohua couldn't muster the energy to care about anything else.

She walked by without noticing that the car in front was parked in front of her house.

"Lady Ginger."

The man in a long gown who was sitting in the car called softly.