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

  Chapter 43 is addicted

  On the road, Wen Wen was sitting on the cart. Wen Jiarui was pushing the cart before asking about selling songs: "Sister Nuan, have your songs been sold?

   is not asking how much silver has been sold, but whether it has been sold. He doesn't think the warm song can be sold at all.

   "Sold it, sold 550 taels." There was no one on the road, so Warmth said it.

  Wen Jiarui didn’t expect to be able to sell it: “Five hundred and fifty articles are quite a lot. They are all comparable to a few barrels of snails. It’s not right, Sister Nuan, what did you just say about five?”

  Wen Jiarui pushed the scooter and stopped halfway directly.

   "Five hundred and fifty taels. I think it's cheaper to sell, but 600 taels should be available too!"

  The truck almost rushed down the fields on both sides!

   Warm and scared, hurry up.

  Next, Warm felt that the cart on this road was a little fluttering. She tightly grasped the baffle of the cart, really worried that Wen Jiarui accidentally pushed the cart into the river.

  I got off the official road without any risk, and the village road is full of farmland on both sides.

  Many villagers are harvesting in full swing in the fields.

  Wen Yongfu just finished cutting a handful of rice, stretched his waist, just in time to see Wen Jiarui walking by with a cart, couldn't help but raise his voice and asked: "Jiarui, it was sold out so soon, did you make a lot of money?"

  I saw their family touching snails two days ago. I thought they were so poor that they would eat snails! She smirked secretly.

  Unexpectedly, they are selling fried snails, and they are pretty good. This day they are sold in three carts. A total of more than a dozen barrels of snails are sold. How much money do you earn?

  He is a little bit jealous.

  It's a pity that the snails made by his mother-in-law are terrible!

  Many villagers stopped working and looked at it, asking Wen Jiarui whether it was good to sell, and how much he made.

   "I made some hard money. You also know that my family doesn't even have a house. It's almost winter. If you don't want to make some money and build a house, it won't work!"

  After hearing this, everyone said that the house must be built, and when the time comes to build the house, ask yourself to help.

  Wen Jiarui smiled and agreed.

  After they walked away, someone said:

   "It's naive to want to build a house after selling snails for a few days. This house is not so easy to build. Besides, who would buy this snails after busy farming."

   "Yeah! The silver earned from selling snails is enough for his family's Plague God's medicine money!"

"As long as the plague **** in his family does not die, Wen Jiarui will not be able to build a house in this life. The plague **** is sick all his life, and no amount of money will be lost! I don't know what he thinks. ! If it had been thrown to the back mountain long ago, his family would not know how good life is now!"

   "No, I think that Wang's dowry was so rich back then. That day, the whole village had a copy. Who wouldn't envy jealously. Now, they are the poorest in the village!"

   "I guess, I'm afraid this family won't survive this winter..."

  Everyone, you are discussing each other.

  Wen Yongfu felt that when he heard it, why would he be jealous of the poorest hukou in the whole village and how much money he made?

  This kind of person can't fly far without letting him go!

  The villagers don’t know what they say, and they don’t care if they know it. They don’t have time to care. The best thing to do is to hurry up and live their lives.

  So the two of them just got home, and Wen Jiarui hurried to help Wu touch the snails.

  The town can no longer sell them, but they told Boss Tang that they will continue to sell fried snails in several villages for a few days after busy farming.

   Selling in the village will not affect the business of his restaurant. Boss Tang agreed without saying a word.

  Wen Jiarui still walked a bit, and even bumped his head into the courtyard door when he went out.

  He laughed warmly, then shook his head, rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

  Not far away, Nalan Jinnian, Feng Nianchen walking slowly with a wolf and eagle, just in time to see Wen Jiarui hitting the courtyard gate, and then quickly ran away.

   Feng Nianchen: "Who is that fool and why is he so stupid?"

  Nalan Jinnian didn’t speak, but was a little surprised at Wen Jiarui’s excitement. What good thing has happened to this?

  Nalan Jinnian brought Feng Nianchen to the warm home.

  Warmth saw Nalan Jinnian and Feng Nianchen both coming, and had a headache: "Why are you here?"

  Is this guy addicted?

   "Eat." Nalan Jinnian casually pulled a bamboo stool and sat down, familiar with it as if she had returned to her home.

Feng Nianchen put a medicine box on the bamboo table: "Little girl, I'm here to have some of the various pills that I have developed. Some are good for health, some can cure all kinds of diseases, and some can cure all kinds of poisons. There are beauty and beauty products, in short, everything should be available. Each bottle has instructions and prescriptions for you. You can see if there is any improvement."

  He gave her a copy of all the babies he worked hard to study over the years.

   Warm, there was light in his eyes, and those clear eyes were stained with a trace of interest, and the impatience just disappeared.

  This gift suits her very well.

  Medical skills are endless. Warmth is very interested in medical skills. She also wants to know what pills Feng Nianchen has researched, so she can compare them with each other, so she smiled and thanked her.

  Nalan Jinnian glanced at the warm and happy little appearance, thinking that when she received her own gift, she was not so happy, and suddenly felt that Steward Yuan could not do it! Are you not prepared enough?

   Feng Nianchen looked around: "Little girl, is this your home?"

  This bamboo house enters the wind in sunny days and rains in rainy days. How to live in this bamboo house?

   nodded warmly: "Yes!"

Feng Nianchen was silent. He felt that one hundred taels of silver a month was too little, and the little girl's home was so poor that he didn't even have a house.

  He took out a five-hundred-taels banknote from his arms: "Little girl, I'm here to take the party too. This is for food!"

   Warmly watched the five hundred taels of silver slips and did not receive them: "No need so much. Seventeenth brother gave it enough."

  What she does is not the delicacies of the mountains and the sea!

  "He gave it to him. This is not only for food, but also for apprenticeship! I don't think such a bit of money is enough!"

  Five hundred taels is less, but he only carries so much now.

  I think he worshipped that bad old man as a teacher and gave a generous gift of tens of thousands of dollars.

  The bad old man doesn’t care about him, how can the little girl explain it in such detail? If it weren't for his own extraordinary talent and brilliant intelligence, how could he become a little genius doctor!

  Nalan Jinnian said faintly: "Accept it, he is not bad for money."

  The name of the genius doctor of Feng Xiao is not preached. Most people are willing to spend a lot of money to find him for treatment. Whether he will treat those people or not depends on the mood.

  And this is indeed what she deserves, there is no reason to teach him a game.

Feng Nianchen nodded and put the silver ticket into the medicine box: "Yes, little girl accept it, otherwise I'm embarrassed to learn acupuncture with you. And this money also includes my meal expenses! Eat a lot, I'm afraid you will still lose!"

  How can his little master continue to live in the bamboo house!

   Warmly pinched his eyebrows, and said nothing.

   "Sit down, I'll cook."

  Warm made them a pot of tea, and then went to work.

   Feng Nianchen did not sit, but looked around the warm house, and even took Nalan Jinnian out to look at the nearby terrain.

  Feng Nianchen: "The feng shui here is quite good. Buy this piece of land, including the lake. Then build a yard here, build an embroidery building on the lake, and build it over there."

Feng Nianchen planned one by one.

  Nalan Jinnian has a superb posture, tall and straight like a pine, with a natural aura, a silver-gray brocade and jade robe, standing in the countryside like an emperor patrolling the territory.

  Occasionally, villagers passing by looked sideways, but did not dare to approach, and even hurriedly left after taking a look, worrying that they would offend the nobles.

   "It's a good idea." He retracted his gaze and walked back with his foot raised.

Feng Nianchen felt energetic as soon as he heard it: "You feel good too, then so be it! I will find the boy named Ouyang tomorrow to buy land!"

  How can his little master not even have a mansion!

  It just so happened that the garden master Fu Jingyuan wanted to help his old mother by himself?

  Let him design it, and he will not charge the medical expenses.

  Warm and just cooked the meal, the family members came back one after another.

  Feng Nianchen salutes the older elders very politely and introduces herself to people younger than him. Feng Nianchen is more talkative than Nalan Jinnian, and Wang is amused by him.

  Everyone has a very good impression of Feng Nianchen, so let him come to sit at home more.

Feng Nianchen looked at the crystal elbows on the table, boiled fish, abalone chicken, leeks scrambled eggs, tender bamboo shoots, fish head snails, jasper spinach, cucumbers, pumpkins, etc. all exuding attractive aromas, he worked hard. After swallowing, he said with a serious face: "I will definitely come as a guest often!"

  Everyone was amused by him again.

  Wang thought to himself, who said that most of the rich children are 纨绔? Are these two good?

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  (End of this chapter)