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409 The two girls beat people

In the past two days, Chen Zhiyuan came to Niu Dali's house to pick up five-spice melon seeds early in the morning. Although it takes more than 40 copper coins to hire a cart from Luo Town to Xinghua Village every day, compared with the money he earned, this amount of money is nothing.

You should know that in the past two days, their five-spice melon seeds have sold at a higher price than those from Forke, but they are still very easy to sell, and their money earned is much better than the Chen family in several months.

Seeing so much money, Old Man Chen and Old Mrs. Chen were both smiling from ear to ear.

Xia Yunhe's status in the Chen family has also changed. In the past, Old Mrs. Chen often used her poor family as a matter of making things happen, telling her not to secretly use the Chen family's things to subsidize her poor relatives, and also asked her to go to her parents' home if she had nothing to do.

Now it’s different. Old Man Chen and Old Mrs. Chen are eager for her to interact with her parents’ home, and even ask Brother Zhiyuan to take her back to Xia’s house to sit or go to his cousin Niu Dali’s house.

"A relative came to your cousin's house yesterday, and it seemed to be from your cousin's wife."

Chen Zhiyuan came back from outside, took a sip of tea, and told the news he heard from Xinghua Village.

"There are still people in my cousin's wife's family? I heard from my sister-in-law that my cousin was originally a maid from a wealthy family. Later, she was released, but unexpectedly, there was a flood at home and all the relatives were gone. At that time, I met my cousin and was saved by my cousin, so I married my cousin!" Xia Yunhe said in confusion.

"I don't know much about this. I heard from the people working in the workshop that your cousin and his family met in the city. However, this is also a good thing. It is also fate that we can meet after being separated for many years!" Chen Zhiyuan sighed.

Old Man Chen was quiet for a moment and said, "This matter is a happy event no matter how you say it, Zhiyuan, you will go to the Niu family with your wife tomorrow to be happy."

Chen Zhiyuan nodded. He understood what his father meant. Now their Chen family is counting on this cousin's family for dinner and can make good relationships as good as possible.

Xia Yunhe hesitated, "I don't know if my father knows it?"

Chen Zhiyuan thought for a while, "I'll go to your house in the afternoon and say something to my father and brother."

The smile on Xia Yunhe's face gradually rose, and Old Man Chen had no objection. The Xia family is different from the past now. It will be beneficial to the future when they move around more.

Old Mrs. Chen felt a little uncomfortable, but she remembered Old Mr. Chen’s explanation and looked at the money Chen Zhiyuan sold five-spice melon seeds today, so she wouldn’t say anything.

The next day, Chen Zhiyuan and Xia’s family came here.

Except for grandpa and grandma, the Xia family did not come because they were old and the chicken farm needed people to guard it. However, the rest of the Xia family came, making the originally quiet courtyard suddenly lively.

At first, Niu Dali was a little confused when he heard that they were here to congratulate him, but then he realized that they were here to celebrate the reunion of Li Xianglan and Leng Qiuniang, and he felt a little laughed.

However, although Li Xianglan and Leng Qiuniang are not sisters, they are also emotionally like sisters.

Li Xianglan introduced Leng Qiuniang and Bier to them. The Xia family and Chen family had only one idea when they met Leng Qiuniang. It was indeed a family. The sister looked so good and the sister was not bad either.

There was a plate of five-spice melon seeds and some pastries on the table. The woman was chatting in the inner room, the men were chatting in the main room, and a few children were playing in the yard.

"This embroidery is from Xianglan, it's so well embroidered!"

In the inner room, Xia Dongcao was holding two pairs of embroidery pieces and praised her endlessly. She knew that Li Xianglan's embroidery work was very good, but she didn't expect it to be so beautiful.

Tian and Xia Yunhe were also attracted by the exquisite embroidery.

"Auntie, this is not mine, it is embroidered by Qiu Niang!" Li Xianglan smiled slightly.

Xia Dongcao and Xia Yunhe immediately cast a look of respect and worship.

Ancient women had a necessary skill, that is, women became popular, whether they were twilight years old or girls of seven or eight years old, they could do needlework to a higher or lesser extent.

Not to mention that clothes need to be sewn and mended, just say that in this ancient times when most families were mainly farming economy, men from many families did not go out to make a living, but instead relied on cultivating their own fields to live.

Whether it is a woman who is picking, carrying, or carrying, or physically strong, apart from doing housework, she has to do needlework if she wants to increase her income to her family.

Women who are good at needlework will earn face for their husbands, and their husbands and family members will also look up to her. Therefore, many women start to learn from their mothers when they are young, and people often evaluate whether a woman is a good wife and mother, and it depends on whether she is good at doing well.

Widow Sun was relying on the needlework that Li Xianglan taught her that she barely supported their orphans and widows.

But because there is no good master, many women's needlework is very rough, and they just sew clothes at home. There are few people who can sell them, and they sell them at a good price.

Therefore, many women also envy and admire those who are good at women.

"If you laugh, you can take it if you like it!"

Leng Qiuniang is not cold in her bones, but because of the experience of too much, she has to cold in her heart. Now that she has left Zuichun Tower, she feels it is necessary to start over.

"No, no, this is your embroidery, how can we collect it?" Xia Dongcao waved her hand. She often sold the embroidery items, so she could naturally see that the price of these embroidery items is not low.

"It's okay, this is just something I've passed the time to embroider, it's not worth it!" Leng Qiuniang shook her head and said.

Summer, winter, spring and summer clouds are unquestionable. Such exquisite embroidery products can be sold at a good price when sold at the embroidery shop in the town.

Seeing that the two of them had no intention of accepting it, Leng Qiuniang thought for a while, "If you don't mind, I will teach you how to embroidery?"

"Is this OK?" Xia Dongcao and Xia Yunhe were a little excited. They both knew that some embroidery methods would not be easily circulated by many people.

"What's wrong with this!" Leng Qiuniang said with a smile.

At this moment, Niu Dali asked his grandparents about his physical condition. Xia Dongchun told him not to worry. Grandpa and grandmother were in good health. Chen Zhiyuan looked quite restrained and most of the time he could only listen.

"My cousin, is it okay to sell the five-spice melon seeds?" Niu Dali smiled honestly.

"It's easy to sell, thank you for your blessing. The five-spice melon seeds will be sold out as soon as they are pulled into the town." Chen Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.

"That's good!"

Although Niu Dali has been in contact with Chen Zhiyuan for a short time, he feels that Chen Zhiyuan is not bad.

After all, a person who is not in the calves and feet has to bear the strange eyes and words of many people, and there will be some psychological shadows. This shadow will accompany him to grow up, and in the end, he can face life actively. Very few people are sunny.

And Chen Zhiyuan, at least from the moment, does not have that dark side.

"Dad, that girl hit me!!"

Suddenly, Chen Cong ran in from the yard crying and cried to Chen Zhiyuan with a grievance.

Xia Dongchun and Xia Chuanhe looked at each other silently. Although they didn't understand the situation, they felt that Da Ya and Er Ya of Dali's family were not the kind of children who would beat people casually.
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