Proud Farm Girl With A Space

Chapter 164 Self Doubt

Jiang He laughed after hearing this, "Of course I will not disappoint Xiaoxiao's trust in me as a big brother."

Zhou Qiuju nodded, "Then it's normal to buy less ingredients starting tomorrow, and there will be fewer diners than before."

Seeing his wife seriously thinking of him, and even telling him to smile, Jiang He's heart softened into a puddle of water, and he touched her face, "My wife is so kind."

A blush appeared on Zhou Qiuju's face.

...

The next day, Jiang Xiaoxiao inquired, and after learning that the ox cart was not much needed recently, he used the ox cart to pull the prepared perfume and went to Suxiangzhai.

Because she told her family about the space, she simply didn't hide it, and loaded the prepared perfume on the ox cart early in the morning.

The niece was still sleeping at this time, so they didn't object. Instead, they were surprised by the fact that she could take out the items out of thin air for a long time and didn't recover.

The four couldn't help but put on a straight face and said: "We can't do this in the future, we have to be more careful!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao stuck out his tongue, "I know, I have a sense of proportion."

Taking advantage of the time before class, I transported it to the shop and let Ye Jinglin help unload it, and she came to lead the ox cart after class in the afternoon.

Seeing her anxious appearance, Ye Jinglin swallowed the words again, thinking that it would not be too late to tell her the news he found when she came to drive the ox cart later.

Seeing this, Yu Lin quickly took the ox cart to the back of a small courtyard of a nearby shop and tied it up.

If you are not busy, it is actually the best choice to ask them to help send the ox cart to Qingfeng Xulai.

However, what happened before Rouge Square allowed Ye Jinglin to borrow the "Dongfeng", and his reputation was completely spread out, even Fucheng heard about it, which made Suxiangzhai's business even better.

For the time being, there are only him and Yu Lin in the shop, and it would be too busy to leave alone.

Ye Jinglin propped his chin in thought, thinking that it was time to increase his manpower, and buy the surrounding shops by the way, otherwise it would be too much trouble without a small courtyard.

When Yu Lin tied up the ox and came back, a flash of clarity flashed in his heart.

He was still guessing who that Miss Jiang was, who deserved to be treated like shopkeeper Ye, but he never thought that she was the one who made the incense!

There were people following Suxiangzhai all the time, when Lin Yanyan heard about this from his subordinates, a sneer appeared on his brow.

It seems she guessed right.

That girl was the lowly girl who wore a veiled hat that day, and ignorantly insulted her face.

Whenever she thinks of the recent plummeting business and the rumors that are not good for Rougefang, she hates it.

In fact, there are only two fragrances of Charming Forest and Moonlight on the side of Suxiangzhai, other than that, there is no other rouge and gouache.

Logically speaking, no matter how good the business of Suxiangzhai is, it will not have much impact on Rougefang.

After all, the scope of operation of Rougefang is wider.

But because of that rumor, everyone had a bad feeling about Yanzhifang.

The guests in these few days are also sparse, and they even belittle the cheesy and vulgar of Rouge Square openly and secretly!

Lin Yanyan couldn't stop smelling, this is the most fashionable incense in the capital, it's because they have no vision!

As for the rumor that was not good for Yanzhifang, how could Lin Yanyan not guess that it was the ghost of the other side?

Thinking of this, she touched the back molars with the tip of her tongue, and shouted to them in a low voice, "Go and steal that batch of perfume tonight."

"yes."

At this moment, Lin Yanyan's personal servant girl hurried in and whispered in her ear.

After hearing this, Lin Yanyan became angry again, and her face turned white and blue, "Is he hanging out with that bitch again?"

The maid suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't know Lin Yanyan's plan. After school, he ran into the boy from yesterday at the arched bridge.

Unexpectedly, the young man called out to her today, "Girl, I wonder if Mr. Mo Xian is here?"

"I'm not too sure, it should still be there right now, you go to the room on the left hand side of the calligraphy class and have a look," he left in a hurry after leaving a sentence.

She has a very full schedule every day, and she has to go home to learn martial arts after going to shopkeeper Ye to pull the ox cart.

I also have to practice the etiquette I learned from Mr. Yunzhao when I have time. At night, I have to collect and grow flowers in the space, mix perfume, and even play with glutinous rice balls for a while.

She is as busy as a spinning top all day, and she really has no free time to chat with people.

Qi Yuan: "..."

He looked at the back of Jiang Xiaoxiao leaving without any regrets, and subconsciously paused in his footsteps.

Qi Yuan touched his face suspiciously, falling into self-doubt, he looks...does he look like a scourge?

Withdrawing his thoughts, he walked in the direction pointed by Jiang Xiaoxiao.

It's true that he came to approach Jiang Xiaoxiao, but at the same time, he also came to ask Mr. Mo Xian for calligraphy.

Staring at the writing in the middle of the room, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, penetrating three points.

The words are very good.

The boy stretched out his knuckle-boned hand and knocked on the door three times.

"Knock~knock~knock~"

"Come in," Mo Xian raised his head from the desk.

Qi Yuan pushed open the door and walked in.

Mo Xian originally thought that Jiang Xiaoxiao and Qin Wanrou had come to him for something, but when he raised his head, he saw a long-lost face intruding into his sight.

Mo Xian was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly, "King Jing An, why are you here?"

Qi Yuan nodded, "I just came here yesterday, and today I came here specially to ask Mr. to give me advice."

Prior to this, Mo Xian had never heard of King Jing'an's stay in Chashan Town, and when he heard what he said, he would have misunderstood it, subconsciously thinking that he just came to Chashan Town yesterday, not White Deer Academy yesterday.

Mo Xian choked speechlessly, "It's really hard to talk about teaching, who in Beijing doesn't know that King Jing'an can write well?"

Qi Yuan nodded, "Well... then sir, just think that I am here to meet friends. There is no King Jing An here, so sir, you can call me Mr. Jing."

Mo Xian couldn't help shaking his head, and after calling people to sit down, he carefully observed Qi Yuan's expression, and found that the indifference in his eyes still hadn't faded away, but his whole temperament was different from before, as if there was something more.

Could it be?

Mo Xian considered his words, "Young Master Jing's poison, but...?"

Qi Yuan nodded, "There are some eyebrows."

Mo Xian was sincerely happy for him, "Is there a clue? Very good, very good!"

"Sir, pen."

Mo Xian quickly handed him the pen in his hand.

Qi Yuan took the Langhao pen and started writing after it was stained with ink.

Mo Xian walked around behind him to observe.

As if with the help of a god, Qi Yuan could see that he was writing smoothly and smoothly, without any sense of hesitation when writing, one word after another came alive on the paper.

The majestic atmosphere is full of horizontal and vertical strokes, and the sharpness is full of force between strokes and strokes, like a pen walking around a dragon.

His brushwork is very natural, and the strength of each stroke is the best.