My Prince Has Farmlands

After thinking about it, it's not good to be so angry in front of Chi Ziyu, so he asked Chi Ziyu, "little fish, what cloth do you want to buy?"

"I buy cotton cloth."

Brocade is too expensive. It's not the price she can afford for the time being.

The linen is too rough. Chi Ziyu plans to make some lining clothes. Cotton is not comfortable to wear. She would rather spend more money on comfort.

"Hehe, cotton cloth?" Chi Zhaodi looked up and down at her and qixingyun strangely. "Cotton cloth is fifty Wen a foot. Do you have enough money? Do you want me to lend you some more silver?"

Chi Ziyu doesn't like Chi Zhaodi's disdainful look.

The clothes she wears are made of fine cotton, but they have been worn for several years and the color is old.

Qi Xingyun is also half new.

You can tell at a glance that they were born poor.

"Enough, don't bother the second sister." Chi Ziyu politely refused.

"OK, then you can buy cloth first. I'll go to other places with Tianping and Tian'an..."

"Yes." Chi Ziyu looked at the cloth and didn't look up.

When the shopkeeper saw that Chi Zhaodi had gone, he greeted Chi Ziyu with a smile.

"Madam and the lady just now are sisters?"

"Yes."

"With all due respect, I think you two are different. Madam, you look generous.

Unlike the one who just walked in and asked me what linen had been sold recently. I said no, so she went to pick out coarse linen. It's the cheapest in our store. " The shopkeeper is outspoken.

Chi Ziyu was stunned. "She just came to buy Linen?"

"Not really." The shopkeeper blew his beard and disdained it very much.

He has seen many such customers who are desperate for face.

Chi Ziyu shook his head and laughed, "my second sister is like this..."

One word, pick!

Her family is not poor, and she doesn't have to support her father-in-law.

Why save money!

Chi Ziyu picked eight feet of fine cotton cloth with different colors and patterns in the cloth shop. It was already noon when he came out of the cloth shop.

It's sunny and it's time for lunch.

Their lunch is very simple, that is, two bowls of beef noodles.

When the waiter brought up the beef noodles, Qi Xingyun also picked out the meat in the bowl to Chi Ziyu.

Chi Ziyu subconsciously blocked the bowl and refused, "eat it yourself."

Qixingyun frowned slightly. He still had the remaining shredded beef in his chopsticks. He looked bad.

"I have it in my bowl. I don't need it."

She blocks the bowl with one hand and drinks soup with the other.

Although she was afraid of qixingyun's unhappy appearance, she resolutely chose to disobey him in this matter.

Qixingyun silently took back his chopsticks.

But you don't look good all the time.

Chi Ziyu looked up at him.

Don't you just don't eat his shredded beef? As for shaking your face with her

She was trembling in her heart.

In the afternoon, they strolled around for a while and bought some food as snacks. Then they set off for home.

Chi Ziyu walked all day today. His legs are already sour, but he is still strong on his face.

Although they didn't communicate much later, qixingyun couldn't see her reluctance.

It happened that someone in the next village drove back in a scooter. Qi Xingyun rented two seats for four Wen.

There are other villagers on the scooter.

Chi Ziyu doesn't know those people. I think they all come from the next village.

But Chi Ziyu was cheerful by nature. As soon as she spoke, others knew that she was easy to get along with, so several people laughed and talked all the way to the fork of the two villages.