Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

Shen Ruyue liked the feeling of being trusted like this, and her heart was filled with excitement, she said in a promised tone, "Qingzhi, don't worry, I will do my best to take care of the family's business."

Chu Qingzhi said trustingly, "We all believe in you."

...

After making the mooncakes and returning home, Chu Qingshuang brought out a bundle from the room, "Fifth Sister, the beer bottle is ready, take a look."

As she spoke, she opened the bag, and took out a cute pot-bellied bottle from it. It was very thin and white, with the word "beer" engraved on it. It was completely made according to Chu Qingzhi's requirements, and it smelled exquisite.

Chu Qingzhi took the bottle and looked at it carefully. It was round and smooth inside and out, and it was a top-grade porcelain. "Qingshuang, how much does this bottle cost?"

Chu Qingshuang held out two fingers, "Two texts."

It's really amazing to make such a bottle at the cost of two articles, Chu Qingzhi praised in a tone of voice, "Qingshuang, you did a good job, and then our family's beer business will buy bottles from you."

Chu Qingshuang became excited when she heard the words, she was also going to handle the business, "Thank you Fifth Sister, I will definitely do a good job."

"En." Chu Qingzhi said, "Go and rest."

Chu Qingshuang returned to the room happily.

Chu Qingzhi took the bottle and went to the kitchen, filled a bottle of water, poured it out and weighed it, no more, no less, exactly one catty.

Then she refilled the bottle with some water, took it back to the room, put a handful of big yellow chrysanthemums that Tang Jinghongcai gave her today into the bottle, and put it on the desk.

The flowers and the bottle match very well, very pretty.

Chu Qingzhi sat on the chair, stared at the flowers, thoughts were flying in her mind, and recalled her experience as if watching flowers on a horse.

She thought for a while, it was time to tell Tang Jinghong her identity, but it was hard to tell, it was better to write a story.

Show Tang Jinghong after writing, which is equivalent to telling him from the side.

Chu Qingzhi was a little apprehensive, took a deep breath to calm down, then took the pen and paper, and began to write.

She has a lot of experiences, and I can't finish it in a short time, and I can finish it probably before the Chinese New Year. The time is just right, and then let Jing Hong see the real her.

...

A small courtyard in the county seat.

Hong'er gave herself a simple name again, Hong Yujun.

At this time, her black hair spread out like a cloud, and she was lying on the window sill, quietly looking at the full moon hanging high in the sky.

At night, she washed off her ugly make-up during the day, revealing her original face. She has exquisite and exquisite features, and her face is like a peach blossom. She is really a great beauty.

"Young master, are you done with your work?"

"When are you coming back to see me?"

Hong Yujun's eyes showed deep longing, "The moon, the moon, it is said that you can entrust your thoughts, so can you pass on my thoughts for the little prince to him?"

Lin Yingmin was also watching the moon at the same time.

In the room, the windows were wide open, and the night wind with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers slowly blowing in. The night wind was blowing on the skin with a touch of tenderness, making people nostalgic.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he raised his head slightly, looking at the jade plate in the sky.

Tonight's moon is very round, very round, and also very bright. From time to time, a trace of silk floats across the surface, as if the moon is moving.

The bright moonlight fell, passed through the window, and landed on Lin Yingmin's handsome face. His brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a slight sense of melancholy.

The eldest lady said that his leg could not be healed well, and that people who healed well were lying to him, but how could such a beautiful and smart woman be a liar?

The eldest lady was worried that he would be deceived, so she didn't allow him to go out of the house to find someone.

But he really wanted to see her again and ask her name.

"How can I get out of the house?"

Lin Yingmin murmured, and the soft voice quickly dissipated into the night wind, and disappeared with the wind.

...

next morning.

Chu Qingyue took the package and a letter in her hand to Tang Jinghong, "Brother Jinghong, please help me bring these things to Yu Ting."

Tang Jinghong put the things away, "I will definitely hand them over to him."

Chu Qingyue said, "Thank you Brother Jing Hong."

"You're welcome." Tang Jinghong turned to Chu Qingzhi, "Qingzhi, I'm leaving."

"I'll take you to the entrance of the village." Chu Qingzhi walked towards Tang Jinghong, took his hand, and walked to the entrance of the village together.

Sending you off for thousands of miles must be a farewell...

Chu Qingzhi stopped, and said with concern, "Be careful on the road, and send me a message when you arrive in the capital."

"Okay." Tang Jinghong got on his horse, tidied up the things Chu Qingzhi gave him, and pulled the reins, "Qingzhi, I'm leaving."

"En." Chu Qingzhi waved Tang Jinghong. She felt that she was really a girl who broke out. She was so reluctant to part with Tang Jinghong and wanted to go to the capital with him.

But she didn't show her thoughts at all, she was still a calm and calm beautiful girl.

Tang Jinghong got farther and farther away, and when he couldn't see the figure, Chu Qingzhi returned home.

She looked at the crooked rosary on her hand, and decided to make something for the little monk, just as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, to make the little guy happy.

Chu Qingzhi baked bread and biscuits with milk, and made some vegetarian mooncakes, called three eagles, and sent the things to the little monk.

...

Tiannan Temple.

The little monk was sitting on the steps outside the meditation room, holding a vegetarian bun in each hand and gnawing there, his white and tender bun face was bulging like a little squirrel.

In front of him stood a majestic eagle, who accompanied him like a friend.

Suddenly, three eagles hovered from a high altitude, each with a small basket in its mouth.

When the little monk saw this scene, his eyes widened in shock, and the whole little figure seemed to pause, staring blankly.

The eagle standing in front of the little monk saw his companion, immediately flew up into the sky, and uttered a cry, which seemed to be cheering or welcoming, and finally the four eagles all landed in front of the little monk.

The three eagles put the little basket in front of the little monk, and after a while, they spread their wings and flew away.

The little monk realized that this was specially for him.

"Benefactor Chu, did you ask the eagle to give it to me?" The little monk laughed happily, and went to lift all the baskets into the meditation room.

The little monk opened the things in the basket one by one to have a look, "Huh? What are these things? Why have you never seen them before?"

The little monk's jade-like eyes are full of novelty.

Here is another letter.

The little monk took out the letter, excitedly rushed out of the meditation room like a firecracker, and went to the room of the presiding master.

"Master, look, benefactor Chu has sent me a letter."

The little monk was a child picked up by the host master. He was three and a half years old when he picked it up. The host master saw that the little guy was pitiful, so he accepted him as a disciple.

The presiding master was doing the morning class that must be done every day, but was interrupted by the little monk, so he had to open his eyes, "Who is the benefactor Chu?"