Seeking Happiness

Gu Jia sent someone to send this month's monthly money.

Shu Huan and Gu Xiran are the same. Every month is the monthly money of twelve silver. The cloud maiden is halved. Huiyun is one or two. Liangchen and Shannon are a sling. Those who are rough, according to the difference in assignments, The monthly money is also three to five hundred dollars.

Every month, everyone’s face is full of laughter, and the mood is very good. The atmosphere in the whole courtyard is much better. Only Shu Huan is still frowning, and repeatedly looks at the hand. The silver, thinking about whether it is necessary to replace it with copper.

Here, the twelve silver calculations are a lot of money. It is absolutely impossible to use the rewards of the people. But the experience of the former pocket money tells her that if the zero is the whole, then the money can be saved. With the flowers, I don’t know if the money is gone.

After thinking for a long time, she still took the silver and shouted the beautiful scenery to find the ink. She turned and went to the agarwood shackles. She was looking for two pieces of gadgets carved out of the corners to see if I could dye the ink. Take it out and sell some money.

The trim can only be carved into a small fan, or else it is directly in the hand to play.

She turned out two pieces of agarwood wood carvings, one is a shui shui red scorpion with a reddish color of Qi Nan, anyway, she has more time, carved very carefully, the fish scales on the red dragonfly are well-defined, extremely delicate, But only the size of a thumb. The other material is more shabby, and it is a lotus flower filled with fragrant carvings. It is not much bigger than the fingertips. Even she feels that she is too exquisite, so she punched a hole in the lotus and removed agate. Hand string, smashed four or five agate beads, disturbed together to make a fan pendant.

Dyeing ink is a clever and safe person. He heard that Shu Huan wants to sell agarwood wood carvings. He didn't make a fuss, and he didn't talk too much. He just took it carefully and asked: "There are two kinds of silver that milk is going to sell?"

At present, the little cockroaches that can be trusted seem to have only dyed one person. Shu Huan does not bother to understand and understand. He shook his head and said: "Agarwood is similar to jade. There is no pricing. Let's talk about these gadgets. If anyone buys it and doesn't know it, you can help sell it. Naturally, the higher the price, the better."

I dyed the ink and agreed, and suddenly asked: "Isn't the stone painted some stones for the four days before the milk? The four masters like it, they all collect it. If there is still milk here, they can take it out. selling."

Shu Huan said: "The stones are the pebbles laid under the hot spring pool, but they are painted twice, not worth any money."

Dyeing ink smiled: "Milk does not know, some people do not like jade, they like to collect strange stones, do not sell and see, how do you know if anyone buys?"

Anyway, when those painting stones are her hot springs, I remembered the "Stones" written by San Mao. When I was in a whim, I took a bunch of stones and came back to Hu. In addition to wasting a lot of paint, a dollar was spent. No money, even if she sold it at a very cheap price, she earned it.

Thinking of this, she was eager to rummaging through the cabinet, looking for a long time to find a dozen stone paintings from a cabinet drawer resting in the corner. No way, she painted the fresh energy and lost it, even to the pieces of Gu Xihe, or she was stunned when Gu Xiran was not quietly painting.

After dyeing the ink, she was a little restless, for fear that those things would be bought without breaking the hope of making money. She was sitting in front of the window and stunned. Suddenly she saw the Dumu licking the bamboo basket and bypassed the rose fence and walked in.

Shu Huan rushed out and rushed out. The person had not yet come to the front. He first smelled an extremely attractive fragrance. It made her stunned and couldn’t help but smile: “Du Mama, is it delicious again? Let you not bother with this, whether you have time or more rest."

“Since it’s here, it’s not eating or sleeping, it’s enough to rest.” Dumu uncovered a fresh load on the bamboo basket, revealing a bamboo chicken that was roasted and fragrant. He laughed and said: "This is the bamboo chicken that came back from the mountain in the early autumn. I look at it quite big. It is all fat, and it is packed with pine wood. You can taste it quickly and see how it tastes. ”

Shu Huan was embarrassed to eat it: "Dum mother, this is Du Qiu catching you to nourish your body, how do you..."

Du Mu smiled and interrupted her: "An old bone, no matter how nourishing, can not be rejuvenated, and then Ji Dafu adjusted these days for me, the disease is good, the body is harder than before the disease, but also make up What? It’s you, you’re so thin that you don’t have a few flesh, you should eat more.”

Shu Huai shoved several times, but she was not able to match her enthusiasm. She had to take the basket and lead her to the house.

Unlike Du Qiu, Du Mu is a very versatile and enthusiastic person. She will not hide her gratitude in her heart, but will use her words and words as much as possible. She has been sick for a long time and started to cook. All kinds of food, changed the way to find an excuse to send them, and in the first few days, she could hang the word for a day and mourn for ten rounds, until Shu Huan heard the thank-you word, he was angry, said She was too far away to see her.

I just don’t appreciate it, but she ate it more frequently, but she also had a good cooking skill. Even if it was sent to some ordinary food, it was extremely delicious, so Shuhuan gradually became an appetite. Even the kitchen made by the kitchen, she felt that it was normal. There is no reason for it. The dishes made by the kitchen are exquisite, and there is also a unique taste of the restaurant. The food that Dumu does has a strong home-like fragrance. Sometimes she can shed tears when she eats it. It’s not food, it’s memories.

The mountain bamboo chicken grows more grass seeds and grows up, and the outer belt is baked with pine wood~www.wuxiaspot.com~ don't have a fragrance.

Shu Huanyuan wanted to wait for Gu Xiran to come back to eat, but Du Mu always stressed that it was necessary to eat hot taste. She hesitated for a moment, then she tore off the two chicken wings, and the rest used the lotus, and shouted the beauty: "Send it to the second master, let Du Master and Siye eat together."

As for Ji Danqing, he seems to be dissatisfied with greasy food. Everyday the chefs are doing light vegetables. Shu Huan has also picked up the fresh fruit sent by the hospital, and used the green glaze to engrave the lotus plate. The cloud was sent to Pinzhu Xuan.

Du Mu was watching her busy, her face was laughing: "It's still thoughtful."

Shu Huan smiled, this was forced by the environment. She used to know that she only reached out to her clothes. When she came to open her mouth, even the mother with good fruits and hard work gave her hands. Now she has to take the role of this milk and take care of herself. At the same time, I also take care of others. When I think of it, she secretly sighs: "Dum mother still calls me Xiaohuan."

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Look for a powder ticket~

Thank you ^-^()

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