Take A Husband For Farming Chapter 47

On the other side, there were also two pieces of plain silk cloth, which were used to make clothes for the siblings.

"Cough, I saw that. I only prepared it after asking the servants!" He pointed to a small writing on the north wall of the room with Mu Rousang's parents' memorial tablets on it. It was obvious that it was the first time her face had been dyed red.

She suddenly felt that this guy was a little cute and a little touched, but this gift was still too expensive, "Hey, I can't accept this. Hurry up and take it back!" Mu Rousang reached out her hand to cover it, now she suspected that this fellow stole it from the house.

Yang Zixuan was unhappy, "What are you talking about? This grandpa won't change his surname, I won't call you that if I don't change my name!"

"When did you say your name was?"

Gua, gua ~ ~ ~, a group of crows flew over their heads …

"Humph, your family name is Yang Zixuan, and the first time you b.u.mped into me, I already told you, your brain is full of chicken!"

This d.a.m.ned brat with a vicious mouth, "I got it! "Yang Zixuan, this thing is too valuable, I can't accept it." It was only then that Mu Rousang remembered that he had said it before.

The last time he had earned a lot of money with the new menu, he had still wanted to get more from Mu Rousang!

"Hmph, I told you to accept it, so accept it. Why are you blabbering on so much!"

Mu Rousang had a slight headache. It was her first time seeing such exquisite jewelry in this time and s.p.a.ce, so she thought that this was probably a precious item, "This item is too valuable."

She had made up her mind not to accept this gift, lest this unknown young master go back on his word in the future.

How could Yang Zixuan not understand her small-mindedness, "Oh right, little girl, what's your name? I know your family name is Mu, your brother mentioned it last time."

, who was standing at the side, secretly looked down on the Owner. He had obviously investigated these two siblings before, how could he not know the name of the little girl?

Mu Rousang looked at his posture, and if she didn't tell him today, she probably would have stayed there forever, so she immediately told him her name, "The name was Zai Rou Sang from Zai Rou Sang!"

"Zixuan or big brother Xuan!" Yang Zixuan squinted his eyes and said.

Mu Rousang almost choked to death on her own saliva, "What?" Brother Xuan? She felt gooseb.u.mps all over her body.

"Yang Zixuan, I'm not familiar with you!"

When he heard that, his eyebrows twitched, and a pair of fox eyes flashed with a cold light. Whose goods did Mu Rousang's little hands caress his forehead with, "Yang Zixuan, actually it doesn't matter if you don't give away the annual festival gift!"

It was unknown what he was thinking of as he cast a sidelong glance at her. "I'm still waiting for your return gift!"

Was there such a person? "In order to force him to accept the ceremony, he even forced him to return it!" "Alright, I'll take it!" Mu Rousang pointed to the quickly looking Agarwood.

"Hmph, the menu you gave me last time helped me a lot. This is a new year gift as well as a thank-you gift, so I've earned it!"

Yang Zixuan turned his head to the side and looked up at the sky.

"Menu?" "Thank you for the gift!" Mu Rousang's mind was in a mess when he heard it.

As a professional bookkeeper, Xiao Tong naturally had to stand up and explain things. Mu Rousang really did not see that this arrogant and pampered man had that kind of ability.

Hearing that he had earned a lot of money, Mu Rousang's eyes released a gold light. Of course she did not want to buy shares. Is your home very harmful? "

Although Yang Zixuan was a concubine, he had his uncle's help. Furthermore, since most people came from the Hou Mansion, they wouldn't provoke him. As long as he spread the word that the Hou Mansion's boss was behind the scenes, no one would know who he was.

"Hmph, of course!" If you have something to say, then come and beg me!

Mu Rousang did not care about his morals, and smiled sweetly: "Xuan " It was a sweet, sweet, innocent cry.

Yang Zixuan's entire body trembled, and he almost fell off his chair. He had an expression of 'as expected', and put on the appearance of an upright old master, "Cough, what can I do for you? "Speak!"

Mu Rousang's hands were itching to go up and pinch him, "I forgot to give you something to eat just now!"

Hearing that there was delicious food again, Yang Zixuan was br.i.m.m.i.n.g with energy as he looked at her, urging her to hurry up and bring it over.

Mu Rousang lowered her head and pursed her lips, this little girl was sometimes really cute, she didn't walk in circles as she got up and went to the stove room, she dug out a jar of pickled vegetables and brought it out with a dish.

"I saw that in this snowy day, most of the time, it's just meat eating, and vegetables are only those few. So, I thought of a way to eat them!"

Yang Zixuan had already seen a plate of red and red stuff stuck together, "What is this?" Why are his teeth a little sour now?

"This is pretty greasy, do you want to try it?" She placed the small dish of pickled vegetables in front of him and continued to promote it. "This dish, sweet and spicy with a delicate fragrance, tastes delicious when chewed!"

How could he not believe it? Although Mu Rousang did not cook many dishes every time, the taste was hard to explain.

Coincidentally, I ate too much chicken just now, so I picked up the chopsticks and savored the taste. "En, the taste is good. How much do you have, give it all to me! I will treat it as a annual festival gift returning to my home, it would be too embarra.s.sing for me to take anything else when I look at your house or this hut. "

This d.a.m.ned child obviously wanted everything, but he still said that he was thinking for Mu Rousang, as if he was the best person in the world.

However, who was Mu Rousang? She was glad that Yang Zixuan asked for more with the help of this broken dimension.

"This time, I didn't do much. If you take care of it, I'll wrap it up and put it on!"

The little person secretly compared the scissors in her heart. She had finally taken the first step in selling pickled vegetables. Although they were only giving presents at the moment, she wasn't worried that Yang Zixuan wouldn't take the bait.

"Then wait a moment, I'll go and load it for you."

Yang Zixuan didn't wait for her to slip away to the stove house, and followed her into the uneven stove house. He looked at the smoke-stained beams, and then looked at the thick layer of snow outside, "Little girl, when did you build your house? I saw that your pig looks pretty good, so next time it's time you sell it, you can build a house!"

Mu Rousang tilted her head. There were more than ten pigsties in the pigsty right now, and after growing up, she would be able to build a green brick house if she sold them.

However, he did not sound happy at all, "Selling it, you don't need to add a few more? The capital needed to feed the pigs has to be included as well. What capital? Mu Rousang was not afraid at all. It was obvious that only those who bought piglets would spend money on it.

How could he not understand what Mu Rousang meant? "Hehe, the little girl isn't willing to lose out at all, I'm going back to Jingli in two days, grab a few more jars for me, I'll take them to send to someone else."

The meaning behind his words was that he wanted to give it to the n.o.bles in the Wealthy Inner Academy to eat. Mu Rousang saw that the pickled vegetables in the jar had all turned into coins.

When he had motivation, naturally he had motivation. He quickly took out the blue and white porcelain jar he bought last time and put in a dozen jars. After being packaged, the seemingly unremarkable item suddenly became high-cla.s.s.

"Haha, not bad!" This grandpa has taken a liking to this thing! " Yang Zixuan's eyes lit up as he glanced at Mu Rousang a few more times. He was completely confused, and even though the Mu siblings' parents did not have any elders to give them pointers on, they lived a good life, so he threw them all to the back of his head, Who cares! It was fine as long as he could earn some money, why would he bother about other people's business!

Mu Rousang didn't notice his unfathomable expression at all, as she lowered her head and carefully placed the pickled vegetables into the small blue and white porcelain jar.

Yang Zixuan looked at these small porcelain vases and wondered how much profit he could profit from them. "Little girl, when will your brother come back!"

Mu Rousang looked at him strangely. But she still answered, "My brother? You'll be back by noon, and since it's dark in the winter, you're only allowed to take half a day's lessons! "

Luckily, his brother drove the donkey cart there. Every day when they went out, Mu Rousang would prepare two pairs of shoes for him, one for the cotton shoes, one for the rabbit fur boots he wore in cla.s.s.

For the sake of safety, Liu Xiucai did not allow the students to burn carbon basin s in the cla.s.sroom. Firstly, it affected their learning and secondly, they were truly afraid of going astray.

Yang Zixuan then commanded Mu Rousang to wipe off the pickled vegetables that had been stuck to the blue and white porcelain vat.

"Third Young Master!" A middle-aged servant stood at the foot of the stairs and called out with restraint.

Yang Zixuan frowned slightly. He didn't need to ask the woman in the carriage what had happened. He could only ask, "What's the matter?" His tone was heavy, obviously unhappy.

The middle-aged servant, who turned out to be a coachman, was sent by two women to ask the young master when he would return to town.

Yang Zixuan coldly snorted, "Go and tell them, when did it become the servants' turn to meddle in my affairs!" After thinking for a moment, he added, "Since this weather isn't too good, I'll have you drive the two of you back to my uncle's yard in the town, and then you can come back and pick me up!"

"Young Master?" The coachman was an extremely small and transparent person. On one side was the red person in front of the lady, and on the other was the master of the Hou Mansion. Even if he was born into a concubine, he was still a proper master.

"What is it? Could it be that in your eyes, they're the real owners? " Yang Zixuan was just thinking of how to prevent the two dead women from discovering his intentions.

"Young Master, this servant doesn't dare!" The coachman was even more disgusted with the two people in the carriage. Even though he had the support of the Madam, he was still a servant like the man before him.

After sending the coachman away, Yang Zixuan stood on the stairs and looked at the gloomy sky. He had always struggled, struggling to live better, struggling to one day stand out in the world.

Just say that I'm afraid of freezing the two of you, but I really like this countryside. I'll send the two of you back to the courtyard first before asking the steward to order two jugs of wine for the two of you.

Yang Zixuan's uncle's underling had already been instructed by him to keep an eye on his nephew. Apart from good service, he wouldn't reveal anything else.

"Do you want to eat this?" After Mu Rousang finished all the work on his hands, he walked to the door and heard what he had said. It seemed that this young master's life was not as happy as he looked.

He turned around and walked to the other side of the cupboard, and with the help of the cupboard, he took out some of his own snacks, and arranged them neatly using lotus leaf packet s. He opened the cupboard and took out some dried fungus and mushrooms, which he put in a small basket along with them.

She dragged the basket with her to the door of the stove room that led to the steps outside.

"Little girl, why did you get so many things? Tsk tsk, what is this black stuff?" It doesn't look like food to me, but more like bark! "

Just a moment ago, she was still somewhat sympathetic towards him, but now, it was already late at night. "This isn't bark, it's the Black Wood Ear!" Having no common sense was the most terrifying thing, Mu Rousang silently cursed in his heart.

"Is this also a annual festival gift?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mu Rousang angrily glared at the little deer, "Don't tell me you dislike it?" She dared to say yes, so she refused!