Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

"Qingzhi." In the courtyard, Shen Ruyue handed the account book to Chu Qingzhi, and reported, "In the past 20 days, the ice cream sold for 2,400 taels, the zongzi sold for 5,000 taels, and the cost of the ice cream was 700 taels. The cost of the raw materials for the zongzi is three thousand taels, and the salary was five hundred taels just now, so I made a total of three thousand two hundred taels."

When the Chu family heard this figure, they were immediately excited. In just twenty days, their family had earned more than three thousand taels, which was completely unimaginable.

Chu Qingzhi was very satisfied, "Ruyue, everyone will give twenty taels of pocket money, and I will go buy some things I like tomorrow."

Grandma Chu immediately waved her hand and said, "Qing Zhi doesn't need it, we won't be able to spend all the taels of silver, so just give me a tael of silver."

Chu Qing Zhirou persuaded with a smile, "Grandma, you can save money if you don't spend it, but you have to take the money, otherwise, it will be difficult for us to take money."

Everyone has paid a lot for this family, and they should take money.

After thinking about it, Grandma Chu said, "Okay, let's take it, let's take it."

Chu Xuyuan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help asking, "Fifth Sister, do we have one too?"

Chu Qingzhi smiled and said, "Of course, everyone has it."

Shen Ruyue gave everyone the money with a smile on their faces, and everyone held the money with happy faces.

The entire Chu Family Village was shrouded in joy.

...

In the hall.

Chu Qingyue took out a stack of clothes from the room, with a soft smile on her face, "Grandpa, grandma, parents, everyone, come here."

Hearing her voice, everyone came to the main room.

Grandma Chu glanced at the pile of clothes, then looked at Chu Qingyue, "Qingyue, what's the matter?"

Chu Qingyue held a dark purple dress to Grandma Chu, "Grandma, this is the dress I made for you, and it will be worn on the Dragon Boat Festival tomorrow."

Grandma Chu held the clothes, and gently touched the silky fabric with her wrinkled hands, she was pleasantly surprised, "Qingyue has a heart."

Chu Qingyue smiled, and then gave everyone the clothes one by one, "One for each, remember to wear new clothes tomorrow, and have a good holiday."

Chu Xuyuan unfolded his clothes and gestured on his body, and said sweetly, "Second sister, thank you, I like it very much."

Chu Qingyue nodded softly, "As long as you like it, I will make it for you again after a while."

Chu Xuyuan was very happy, "Yes."

Shen Ruyue looked down at the light yellow dress and smiled brightly.

She is an orphan, and grew up with An Shanwu and Nie Huiyang. She has never experienced family affection, but in the short ten days in the Chu family, she really felt at home.

It's like the floating duckweed has a belonging.

There was a bit of a smile on Chu Qingzhi's face. Although she was forced to descend to the mortal world, she couldn't deny that she had a very happy time.

Chu Qingyue picked up the last piece of clothing, hesitated for a moment, and went to Chu Xuhua's room.

Ning Yuting leaned on the head of the bed, listening to the laughter in the main room, and was in a daze.

The man on the bed had eyes as black as ink, and the bottom of the eyes was smudged with a little sadness. He had a high nose bridge, clear facial features, and a pale face with a serious illness.

His thin body was only wearing an unlined garment, and the snow-white unlined garment made his already pale face even paler.

The whole person looked a little bookish, with a bit of elegance.

Chu Qingyue came in and saw this scene, and she handed the clothes in front of Ning Yuting, "I made a dress for my family, and you are at our house now, so I made one for you too. "

Ning Yuting was slightly taken aback looking at the clothes, "You made them just for me?" No one has ever made clothes for him.

Chu Qingyue smiled softly and said, "Well, I hope you don't dislike it."

Ning Yuting took the clothes into his hands, and raised a shallow smile, "It's too late to be happy, how can I dislike it, Miss Qingyue, thank you."

Chu Qingyue shook her head lightly, "You're welcome, you are sick now, and it is right to take care of you."

Ning Yuting looked down at the clothes, a bluish-white robe, the fabric was soft, the stitches were so fine that you couldn't even see it, it was paired with a cyan belt with cloud patterns embroidered on it, really skillful.

"The clothes are very well made, I like them very much, Miss Qingyue, thank you."

Chu Qingyue's eyes were dotted with a soft light, "I'm going out first, there are still some things outside."

"Okay." Ning Yuting raised his eyes, reflecting the reflection of Chu Qingyue walking out in his pupils.

...

at night.

Ning Yuting reopened the letter Chu Qingzhi had given him, and read it word by word with the bright moonlight shining through the window.

The letter said: Yu Ting, when I heard that you fell off the cliff, my grandfather fainted from fright. Now that I received your letter, my grandfather came back to life.

Your body is injured, take good care of it, don't rush back.

By the way, although I don't want to tell you, Grandpa thinks I should mention it.

Jiao Qinqin has already married someone else, and she didn't even ask about your situation, so forget about this person in the future.

Jiao Qinqin is Ning Yuting's fiancée who is married with her fingertips, and she can be regarded as a childhood sweetheart.

Ning Yuting looked at the words "marry someone else" and clenched his fists tightly, but then slowly relaxed.

He didn't like Jiao Qinqin, but he didn't have any other woman he liked, so he acquiesced to this marriage, but he didn't expect that Jiao Qinqin would marry someone else before confirming his death.

Are all women so ungrateful?

He suddenly thought of Chu Qingyue, his eyes fixed, not all women are the same.

In the shadows, he curled his lips, and from now on he would listen to his grandfather, forget about this person and start over, maybe he could meet the woman he likes.

...

Camp in the suburbs of Beijing.

The night wind blew through patches of mountains and forests, causing a slight rustling sound.

Yingying stars shine moving light on the endless black screen, surround the bright moon in the middle, and scatter bright moonlight.

Tang Jinghong took out a simple and simple box from under the pillow.

He stroked the body of the box lightly with his fingers, and the already deep eyes seemed to become deeper at this moment, extremely deep.

Jun's face was indifferent, expressionless.

He opened the box, and there was nothing precious inside, just a silver hairpin with a winter jasmine engraved on the head of the hairpin, symbolizing hope.

This was his mother's dowry, and it was left to him as a relic after death.

Tang Jinghong swayed gently on the hairpin with his fingertips, revealing a firm and steady yet fragile side. His biggest regret in this life is that he didn't see his mother's retirement, and he didn't even see the last side.

"Mother, you left me the hairpin because you want me to give it to your daughter-in-law?"

He thought softly in his heart, and Chu Qing Zhiqing's beautiful face appeared in his mind, he murmured, "Mother, my son really likes a girl, but I don't know if she likes me or not?"

"My son wants to tell her what he wants, but he is afraid that she will refuse. Mom, what do you think I should do?"

Tang Jinghong stared at it for a while, took the silk cloth and wiped it lightly, then carefully put the hairpin back into the box.

He lay down on his back, resting his head with one hand, pressing the other hand on the box, tapping his index finger lightly, planning tomorrow's affairs in his mind.

Some people don't, it's so deserted, everyone is making a bubble.