I opened a mother and baby supermarket in ancient times to raise cubs

Qiao Siyue came out of the Hou's mansion and didn't go back directly to the mansion, but went to a low house. She looked at Jinren and Qinghe: "You guys guard outside the door!"

Qinghe quickly bowed her head and said yes.

Qiao Siyue went into the house, went straight to a room with the door wide open, and when she saw the person inside, she slapped her face without saying a word and said, "Idiot! Didn't you tell me that you bought Qiao Mian to the dirty land! Do you know that he came back alive now! And he is still alive, has a husband and son, and loves you very much, you useless trash!"

The corner of Ma San's mouth was bleeding from the beating, and the mustache moved the animal, holding back his anger, "Siyue, listen to me!"

"Listen to what you said? You heard that you were also seduced by that bitch, so you don't want to do it, do you?"

Ma San said anxiously: "Siyue, you know my heart for you..."

"Your heart to me? Is it useful?" Qiao Siyue panted and sneered, "You can't even kill the person I hate the most, what is the meaning of you to me!"

"Siyue, I really married him to a stupid poor dumb man, how shabby and shabby the house looks like, I really..."

"That's not enough!" Qiao Siyue held his stomach and shouted, "He should be sold to the dirty land and tortured to death! Only then can the hatred in my heart be relieved!"

Ma San was silent for a while, and said, "You and I have a lot of blood on our hands. Qiao Mian's survival is a good deed for our children."

"Our child?" Qiao Siyue sneered: "You deserve it too? From now on, we have nothing to do with you!"

"Like the moon!"

Qiao Siyue suddenly stopped in her tracks, she turned her head to look at Ma San with red eyes, looking crazy: "Unless you kill Qiao Mian, or kill one of his children!"

"Qiao Siyue!" Ma San roared, "I will kill anyone if you ask me, because they offended you, but I really can't figure out how Qiao Mian hindered your eyes, you like Duan Zheng, Duan Zheng loves you Qiao Mian, but Qiao Mian has no affection for Mr. Duan! You plan to marry her to Mr. Zhao, who is sixty years old, so you will sell her to dirty land. Now that she has a husband and son, she will never be with Duan Zheng again. It has something to do with it, why are you so relentless? You want to kill even innocent young children?"

"Because he's cheap!"

Qiao Siyue's eyes were red, "He is just the child of a concubine, how can he climb on top of me? He should be living like an ant, instead of coming back in such a beautiful way."

She paused again, with a smile on her red lips, like a beautiful snake: "You pity other people's children, then I..." She nodded her stomach, "I will kill him!"

Ma San clenched his fists tightly.

Qiao Mian carried the zongzi to Zangyalou to see the progress of the shop.

The inside of the shop is basically taking shape, but dozens of embroiderers, carpenters, and chefs in the backyard are still spinning like a spinning top.

The embroiderers were divided into two batches, one was for making children's clothes, shoes and socks, and dolls and toys.The other batch is made of suspender skirts converted from suspenders for pregnant women, as well as belly support belts and various loose skirts for pregnant women.

Apart from decorating the shop, the work of a carpenter is to make building block toys, and four or five carpenters will work with Carpenter Chen to research a new toy.

Carpenter Chen saw that Qiao Mian was coming, so he quickly got up and said, "Master Qiao."

Qiao Mian looked at the wooden box that was about to take shape, "That's right, it's about to take shape."

Several people laughed, and Carpenter Chen shook his head and said with a smile, "This thing is really difficult to make. I really don't know how your brain grows, shopkeeper Qiao, and how you can draw such a picture. The few of us have studied it for half a month. ah."

The blueprint was naturally exchanged by Qiao Mian from the space, he sighed: "You are still amazing, the painting is possible to make on the one hand and another on the other hand."

The largest space in the backyard is naturally the kitchen.

Some people pour milk into the pot bucket after bucket, heat it on high heat and boil it to extract milk powder, which is then pelleted into milk beans and milk flakes.

Seeing this enthusiastic scene, shopkeeper Zhao who had been following along couldn't help sighing, "It's really a waste of milk like this."

"What's the waste?" Qiao Mian touched the milk powder in the palm of his hand. After so many days of continuous improvement, it has become very delicate. He said, "It's just a different way of eating. Isn't it the same when the customers earn back?"

Shopkeeper Zhao sighed with a smile, "What the boss said is true."

"Is hawthorn candy being made?"

"I have already made a batch and sent it to the ice cellar yesterday to freeze."

"How is the honey harvest?"

"The last batch will be acquired in a few days."

"Fish, ham and biscuits, tell the chef not to rush to make them, just practice according to the recipe I gave you."

Shopkeeper Zhao replied again, and said, "By the way, Master Qiao, you said that those things that you found in batches from Funan, Persia, should we test them on our own people first, after all, things that are not of my race, It’s just unbelievable! I remember that a few years ago, some people took some beauty pills and took them, not only did they rot many women’s faces, but some people were so sick that they vomited and diarrhea, and almost died.”

"I really didn't expect this. You're right." Qiao Mian nodded. "It's not too late. I'll try to find someone to try as soon as possible."

Shopkeeper Zhao is actually right. The people in the capital are not very surprised by the things from Funan, Persia. There must be a reason.

After Qiao Mian finished dealing with these matters, he turned around and found that the rice dumpling that had been playing at his feet suddenly disappeared.

Qiao Mian didn't take it seriously at first, after all, Zang Yalou knew that the young master Zong Zong would go to the house to reveal tiles at the age of four or five.

But after searching around, Qiao Mian was completely flustered, and the shopkeeper Zhao and others were also in a hurry.

Although the capital is prosperous, it is also crowded with people. Will such a cute and clever child be stolen?

Carpenter Chen said, "Qiao Mian, don't panic, I'll go back to the White Mansion right away to ask if the child didn't come home!"

Qiao Mian suppressed her nervousness, left the elegant building, and hurriedly pulled passers-by to ask if she saw a boy in a white shirt.

Passers-by shook their heads and said no.

Qiao Mian was sweating profusely, calling Zong Zong's nickname everywhere aimlessly, but his voice was hoarse and there was still no response from the child. Just as he was about to look for it elsewhere, he saw a strong man holding the child. Zong Zong flashed past his eyes, and soon the man flew over the eaves and walls and rushed into a deserted alley.

Qiao Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she ran two steps quickly, but stopped suddenly when she entered the alley.

This man is leading him into a trap.

At the end of Ruinyuan Alley, Ma San held up the collar of Zong Zong tightly, with a fierce look on his face, "Don't move, kid, or I will kill you!"

Zong Zong hugged his knees obediently, "Shu Shu, why did you arrest me?"

"To shut up!"

Ma San drew out his long knife and stared at the road vigilantly.

"Shu Shu, what are you doing with a knife?"

Ma San turned to look at him, looked at those big sparkling eyes, and suddenly made a mistake, "Close your eyes later."

Zong Zong pursed his mouth, "Zong Zong, don't close your eyes, Zong Zong likes to watch sorghum juggling knives and knives."

Ma San's heart softened, and he didn't let go of the hand holding the knife, "Child, how old are you this year?"

Zong Zong stretched out her white and tender palm, "Bao'er is paying five taxes!"

"Your name is Zongzi, do you like eating Zongzi?"

"No." Zong Zong waved his hand, "It's my little daddy and my big daddy. The day we met was Zong Zong Festival. That's why I'm called Zong Zong."

"By the way, I have a brother named Gaogao, another brother named Zaozao, and another brother named Mingming..."

Ma San looked at the child counting with his fingers, and smiled strangely, "You are very cute, I hope my child can be as cute as you."

Zong Zong gave a muffled hum, shook his head, and said in a milky voice, "Probably not, because my big daddy is cute, my little daddy is cute, and my younger brother is cute, so I'm cute."

"Shu Shu, you are not cute, you have a beard, and your child will also have a beard."

Ma San was so teased that he laughed loudly. Just as he was about to rub the child's head, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

He looked up, and there was a pair of familiar people standing in front of him.

Just one stone almost broke his wrist, which shows how deep this man is.

Ma San threw the knife and stood up holding his arms, "I didn't hurt your children."

Lie Shan had no expression on his face, "So you should be lucky, otherwise this stone will pierce your throat."

Qiao Mian looked at the intact Zong Zong, and his heart finally returned to its original place. He said, "Zong Zong, come here."

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