The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

On the way, Wen Nuan was sitting on the scooter, and Wen Jiarui was pushing the scooter before asking about selling the tune: "Sister Nuan, have you sold your tune?

He didn't ask how much money was sold, but whether it was sold. He didn't think the warm tune could be sold at all.

"Sold, sold for five hundred and fifty taels." No one was on the road, so Nuan said it.

Wen Jiarui didn't expect to sell it: "Five hundred and fifty wen is not a lot, it is comparable to a few barrels of snails, right, sister Nuan, what did you say five?"

Wen Jiarui pushed the scooter and stopped halfway.

"Five hundred and fifty taels. I think it's cheap, and six hundred taels should be able to be sold!"

The scooter almost rushed down the fields on both sides!

The warmth was so frightened that she hurriedly held it tight.

Next, Nuan felt that the scooter was a little floating on this road. She held on to the baffle of the scooter, really worried that Wen Jiarui accidentally pushed the scooter into the river.

There was no danger on the official road, and there were farmlands on both sides of the village road.

Many villagers are harvesting in full swing in the fields.

Wen Yongfu had just finished cutting a handful of rice and stretched out when he saw Wen Jiarui pushing a scooter past, and couldn't help asking, "Jiarui, it's sold out so quickly, did you make a lot of money?"

When I saw their family touching snails two days ago, I thought they were so poor that they even ate snails! He also laughed behind his back.

I didn't expect that they were selling fried snails, and they were quite easy to sell. They sold them in three trucks a day, and they sold more than a dozen barrels of snails. How much money would they make?

He was a little jealous.

It's a pity that the snails made by his mother-in-law are unpalatable!

After hearing this, many villagers stopped their work and looked over, and asked Wen Jiarui if he would sell it and how much he made.

"It's just to make some hard money. You all know that my family doesn't even have a house. It's almost winter. I don't want to find a way to get some money and build a house. No way!"

After hearing this, everyone said that the house must be built, and when the time comes to build the house, they will ask themselves to help.

Wen Jiarui responded with a smile.

After they were far away, someone said:

"It's naive to want to build a house after selling snails for a few days. This house is not so easy to build. Besides, who would buy this snail after the busy farming season."

"Yeah! The money earned from selling snails is enough for his family's plague god's medicine!"

"As long as the plague god in his family doesn't die, Wen Jiarui will not be able to build a house in his life. If the plague god gets sick, no amount of money will be lost! I don't know what he thinks, but the family treats a lost money as a treasure. If it had been thrown into the back mountain long ago, his family would not know how good it would be now!"

"No, considering how rich Wang's dowry was back then, and the first share in the village back then, who wouldn't envy them, and now, they are the poorest in the village!"

"I guess, this family may not be able to survive this winter..."

Everyone is discussing with each other.

Wen Yongfu thought yes when he heard it, why would he be jealous of how much money a poor household in the whole village earns?

This kind of person can't fly far without him!

They don't know what the villagers say, and they don't care if they know it.

So just after the two got home, Wen Jiarui hurriedly went to help Mr. Wu touch the snails.

They can no longer sell them in the town, but they told Boss Tang that they will continue to sell fried snails in several villages for a few days when the farming is busy.

Selling it in the village would not affect the business of his restaurant. Boss Tang agreed without a word.

Wen Jiarui was still a little buoyant while walking, and even bumped his head into the courtyard door when he went out.

He smiled warmly, then shook his head, rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.

Not far away, in Nalan Jinnian, Feng Nianchen was walking slowly with a wolf and an eagle, just in time to see Wen Jiarui bumping into the courtyard door, and then running away quickly.

Feng Nianchen: "Who is that fool, and why is he so stupid?"

Nalan Jinnian did not speak, but was a little surprised by Wen Jiarui's excitement. What good things happened?

Nalan Jinnian brought Feng Nianchen to the warm home.

Seeing Nalan Jinnian and Feng Nianchen both coming, Nuan Nuan had a headache: "Why are you here?"

Is this guy addicted?

"Eat." Nalan Jinnian casually pulled out a bamboo stool and sat down, so familiar that it was as if he had returned to his own home.

Feng Nianchen put a medicine box on the bamboo table: "Little girl, I came here to have some pills that I developed, some to strengthen the body, some to cure all diseases, and some to detoxify all kinds of poisons. There is beauty and beauty, in short, there should be everything, and each bottle has instructions for use and prescriptions for you. You can see if there is any improvement."

He gave her a copy of all the treasures he had worked so hard to research over the years.

Hearing that, there was light in Nuan's eyes, and those clear eyes were filled with a hint of interest, and the impatience just now disappeared.

This gift suits her very well.

Medical skills are endless, and Nuan is very interested in medical skills. She also wants to know what kind of pills Feng Nianchen has developed, just in time to learn from each other, so she smiles and thanks.

Nalan Jinnian glanced at Nuan's happy little appearance, thinking that she was not so happy when she received her gift, and suddenly felt that Butler Yuan couldn't do it! Are you not prepared enough?

Feng Nianchen looked around: "Little girl, is this your home?"

How can people live in this bamboo house?

Nodding warmly: "Yes!"

Feng Nianchen was silent, he felt that one hundred taels of silver a month was too little, and the little girl's family was so poor that they didn't even have a house.

He took out a five-hundred tael silver note from his arms: "Little girl, I'm also here to help. This is the cost of food!"

Nuan looked at the five hundred taels of silver bill and didn't answer: "You don't need so much. The seventeenth brother gave enough."

What she does is not the delicacies of mountains and seas!

"He gave it to him. It's not just the food cost, but also the apprenticeship fee! I don't think such a small amount of money is enough!"

Five hundred taels is not much, but he only has so much on him now.

I think back then when he worshipped that bad old man as his teacher, he even gave him a generous gift of tens of thousands of taels of silver.

That bad old man doesn't care about him, how can a little girl explain in such detail? If it wasn't for his talent and intelligence, how could he become a little magician!

Nalan Jinnian said lightly: "Take it, he's not short of money."

The name of Feng Xiao Shenyi is not a blow. A lot of people are willing to spend thousands of dollars to find him for treatment. Whether he treats those people or not depends on their mood.

And this is indeed what she deserves, there is no reason to teach him a lesson.

Feng Nianchen nodded and put the silver note into the medicine box: "Yes, little girl, please accept it, otherwise I would be embarrassed to learn acupuncture with you. And the money also includes my meal expenses! I If you eat too much, you might be at a loss!"

How could his little master continue to live in the bamboo house!

Wen Nuan pinched his eyebrows and said nothing.

"Sit down, I'll cook."

Warm made them a pot of tea, and then went to work.

Feng Nianchen did not sit, but looked around at the warm house, and even took Nalan Jinnian out to see the nearby terrain.

Feng Nianchen: "The feng shui here is very good. Buy this piece of land, including the lake. Then build a yard here, build an embroidered building on the lake, and build it there."

Feng Nianchen planned one by one.

Nalan Jinnian stood in the countryside like an emperor patrolling the territory.

Occasionally passing villagers looked sideways, but did not dare to approach, and even hurried away after a glance, worried that they would offend the nobles.

"It's a good idea." He looked back, raised his foot and walked back.

Feng Nianchen was refreshed when he heard it: "You think it's good too, so it's settled! I'll buy the land from the boy surnamed Ouyang tomorrow!"

How could his little master not even have a mansion!

It just so happened that the master gardener, Jing Yuan, didn't want to help his old mother to heal herself?

Just let him design it, and he won't charge for the medical expenses.

As soon as the meal was ready, the family came back one after another.

Feng Nianchen salutes the elders very politely, and introduces himself to those younger than him. Feng Nianchen is more talkative than Nalan Jinnian, and Wang is amused by him.

Everyone has a very good impression of the funny Feng Nianchen, so let him come to the house more often.

Feng Nianchen looked at the crystal elbows on the table, boiled fish, abalone chicken, scrambled eggs with chives, tender bamboo shoots, fish head and snail pot, jasper spinach, cucumbers, pumpkin fried, etc., all exuding attractive aromas. He swallowed and said with a serious face, "I will definitely be a guest!"

Everyone laughed at him again.

Wang Shi thought to himself, who said that most children of rich families are dummies? Aren't these two good?

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