The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

  Chapter 39 Can you sell one or two?

  The next day was also before dawn, and the family got up and got busy.

  Because we have to prepare an extra breakfast for Nalan Jinnian, Warmth is only responsible for making breakfast today.

  She wrapped mutton dumplings, cooked a pot of Yuanbei chicken porridge, and then made a chicken roll with shredded chicken and vegetables in it.

   When the sky was light, the big bad wolf and little black came, and the big bad wolf also hung a food container around its neck.

Warm to feed the big bad wolf and Xiao Hei, and then she put the breakfast in the food box, and then put the porridge in a small clay pot, sealed the mouth with lotus leaves and a clean cloth towel, and then tied it with twine .

   Warmly hung the food container on the back of the big bad wolf, gave the porridge to the eagle, and let it hold it with its claws, and then these two clever little things were obediently sent back to their owner.

  On the mountain

   Steward Yuan took the big bad wolf’s food container and the clay pot in the eagle’s claws.

  He took a plate of mutton dumplings, grabbed cakes with both hands, took out a bowl of porridge in a clay pot, and placed them one by one.

  The big bad wolf is fast, and these things still exude heat.

  Nalan Jinnian looked at the mutton dumplings that were as fat as ingots, two chicken rolls, and the thick and creamy Yuanbei chicken porridge in a small clay pot. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her mood improved a lot.

  He first spooned a spoonful of porridge and tasted it. It was delicious, soft and sweet, and moderately thick, leaving a fragrant cheek after eating.

   Soon Nalan Jinnian ate two mutton dumplings for a generous breakfast.

  At this time, Feng Nianchen walked in. He smelled the aroma of food in the room and saw two fat dumplings on the plate.

  It looks delicious at first glance!

   widened his eyes and looked at Steward Yuan angrily: "Steward Yuan, why is my breakfast different from your master’s?"

  What he was eating just now, a squishy porridge, steamed into a hard bag, almost knocked out his teeth!

  What is this unfair treatment?

  Nalan Jinnian didn’t even give someone a bluff, picking up a dumpling and putting it in his mouth gracefully.

  Feng Nianchen saw that there was only one dumpling left, and rushed to the round table, directly picked up the last one with his hands, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit: it is juicy and tender, and the flavor is abnormal.

  It's really delicious!

   and it's so delicious that the tongue wants to swallow it!

Feng Nianchen is even more dissatisfied!

  "Okay! Housekeeper Yuan, you secretly prepare such delicious food for your master, and prepare pig food for me! How can you do this?"

   Yuan Guanjia’s grievance: "Young Master Feng, I did not prepare these things for the master earlier. It was Ms. Wen who prepared them for the master."

  Pig food? That is the breakfast he worked so hard to make, OK? He eats it himself!

   Feng Nianchen looked at Nalan Jinnian with a look of surprise: "Why did the little girl prepare breakfast for you? Not for me?"

  Did he eat his share too?

  Nalan Jinnian: "I paid the money and asked her to do it."

Feng Nianchen heard this and said dissatisfied: "Why don't you let her prepare one more for me? Don't you know how unpalatable things made by Yuan Guanjia? It's even worse than pig food!"

   "Forgot." Nalan Jinnian said calmly.

  Feng Nianchen looked distressed, and was hit hard: Look at this low-hearted, unintentional, cold-blooded and ruthless person!

  Finally, he will not regard himself as a brother!

  Worried him to help him study the antidote for his hands and sleepless nights!

  If you have something delicious, you don’t count as one!

   "Too much! Too much!"

  "You can ask her in the afternoon. One hundred taels of silver a month. It's so expensive, I can't make the decision for you, right?" Nalan Jinnian said solemnly.

   Feng Nianchen was stunned: "One hundred taels of silver a month?!! Is there any mistake? One or two is right?"

   "That's right."

   "Why don't the little girl grab the silver!" One hundred taels of silver a month, there is no cook in the imperial dining room!

   "You can skip eating."

  Feng Nianchen: ""

   Feng Nianchen looked at the steward Yuan, thinking of the pig food that he had just eaten, his appetite was lost, and he thought of the fresh lamb dumpling just now, and reluctantly said, "Let’s eat it!"

  Otherwise, every time he eats at the same table, the person opposite eats delicious meals and eats pig food by himself. How can he stand it?

   Feng Nianchen asked unwillingly: "Steward Yuan, is it really so expensive?"

  Yuan Guanjia looked serious: "The master gave out his guqin, a tea set with famille rose wrapped in gold branches and rubies, a set with bird's nest, shark fins... and Ms. Wen only agreed."

   Yuan steward told the gifts one by one.

   Feng Nianchen didn't speak at all, the red jade guqin alone was invaluable and hard to find. Not to mention the hand-washing work of Master Cheng En's golden basin!

  He is the light of Nalan Jinnian!

  One hundred and two a month, he still made money!

  It's a bargain!

Nalan Jinnian raised her eyes and glanced at him: "That's my gift to Miss Wen. A hundred taels are too expensive? The little girl teaches you acupuncture and moxibustion for free. She can confiscate your penny!

  She is also your little master, right? Do I have to cook for you for free? "

  Feng Nianchen: ""

  Yes! He hasn't thanked his little master yet.

  It's really cheap to come for one hundred taels so.

  Under the mountain

  Warm the family after breakfast, and then go to work on their own.

  Warm and Wen Jiarui arrived in town today, and someone was already waiting for them at the booth.

  Some people came late yesterday and didn't buy them. They came early today, and they brought ceramic plates and put them back.

  This stuff is served with rice, warm and specially made a bucket of no peppers, so that children can eat.

  Bowls of snails were sold, and soon the five big barrels of snails were sold.

  No one happens to be at this time.

   Warmth was still thinking about selling the tunes, so he confessed to Wen Jiarui and went to sell the tunes.

  Jiao Band is at the end of the street, and Wen Jiarui can see when he looks up, and he agrees.

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  Jiao Band is a drama and music academy run by the dynasty, and there are many musicians in it.

  During major festivals, such as Lantern Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival, Longevity Festival, Qianqiu Festival, etc., the people of Jiao Lefang will set up a stage in the town to show the people, representing the emperor and the people.

  Warmth first went to the clothing store to buy the cheapest set of men's clothing, and then put it on. She **** her hair with a square scarf.

   Dressed himself up as a man and walked out.

The shopkeeper of the garment shop looked at her strangely, and smiled warmly: "This is the clothes I bought for my brother. I haven't worn any new clothes. I want to wear it for a while and walk around the street. It's fun! I'll change it back in a while, shopkeeper. Don't say anything about it!"

  The shopkeeper suddenly realized, and his warm eyes brought a hint of sympathy.

  Girls from poor families usually pick up older brothers and sisters’ old clothes and wear them. She is eager for a new set of clothes, so she even tries on the men's clothing: "Go, I won't tell you!"

   "Thank you!" With a warm and shy smile, he walked out and went straight to the Jiao Band.

  When she came to Jiao Le Fang, a sweet-looking woman stopped her: "This is not a place for children to play, hurry up."

  "This beautiful sister, I'm not here to play, I'm here to help my brother sell songs."

  "Selling tunes? Let me see." Lin Zheng said disapprovingly.

  Since the teaching band released the news to buy good music at a high price, there are more people who come to sell music every day, but most of them are not popular.

  The better songs are sold by those few people, and they are all familiar.

   Warmth took out yesterday’s composition from his arms.

  Lin Zheng took it, opened it at will, took a look, and was attracted by the elegant fonts.

  After she finished reading the content of the tune, she chanted several times in her heart, her expression changed from casual to serious, and her hands trembled slightly with excitement.

  She glanced at the warmth, her eyes rolled, suppressed the excitement, and deliberately frowned:

   "Is this the song composed by your brother?"

"Yes!"

   "The writing is good, but the tune is mediocre, one or two silver, can you sell it?"

  　 There was a power outage today, and there was no water for one day. When I got up at five o'clock, I cooked the rice at noon, washed the dishes, and the breakfast was done. Now it’s updated! In the big winter, I'm too diligent!

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