Seeking Happiness Chapter 58: Shooting rocks to explore the way

The Gu family sent someone the month's money this day.

Shu Huan is the same as Gu Xiran. Each month is 12 taels of silver. Aunt Yun is halved. Huiyun is a tael. Liangchen and Xiangqian are both a sling. Those rough maids will work according to their distribution. The monthly money they take is also three to five hundred yuan.

When the month money arrived, everyone had a lot of smiles on their faces, and they were in a good mood, and the atmosphere in the whole other courtyard was much better. Only Shu Huan was still frowning and looked at the hand repeatedly. Twelve ingots of silver, wondering whether to replace it with copper plates for use.

Here, ten taels of silver counts as a lot of money. If you just want to reward people, you will never use it, but the experience of saving pocket money in the past told her that she can save money by turning the pieces into pieces. Zero, spend spent, before you know it, the money is gone.

She thought about it for a long time, and then collected the silver. While calling for the beautiful scenery to look for dyed ink, she turned around and turned over the wooden box with the agarwood, planning to find two small gadgets carved out of leftover materials. Please get some money for dyeing ink.

The leftover materials can only be carved with very small fan pendants, or else you can just hold them in your hand.

The two pieces of agarwood carved out by her, one is a leaping red carp carved with a reddish nan. Anyway, she has a lot of time and carve very carefully. The scales on the red carp are distinct. Extremely compact, but only the size of a thumb. Another piece of material is more shabby. It is the lotus flower of the stack of incense carvings, which is not much bigger than the fingertips. Even she herself feels that she is too exquisite, so she punched a small hole in the lotus core and removed another agate. On the bracelet, four or five agate beads are twisted, and they are twisted together and twisted into a fan pendant.

Ranmo is a clever and safe person. Hearing that Shu Huan was selling agarwood carvings, he didn’t make a fuss or talk a lot. He just took it carefully and asked: “For these two things, how much milk is going to sell? Silver?"

At present, the only trusted servant seems to be dyeing ink. Shu Huan didn't bother to pretend to understand, and shook his head: "Agarwood is similar to jade, right? Let’s talk about these little ones. I don’t know if anyone buys the gadget, just help sell it. Naturally, the higher the price, the better."

Ranmo agreed, and then suddenly asked, "Didn’t the milk paint some stones for the fourth master a few days ago? The fourth master liked it very much, so I put them away. If there is still milk here, you can take it. Go out and sell it together."

Shu Huan was taken aback for a moment: "Those stones are the pebbles laid under the hot spring pool, but I scribbled two strokes randomly, which is not worth much."

Ranmo smiled and said: "Milk doesn't know. Some people don't like beautiful jade, so they like to collect strange stones. If they don't sell them, how do they know if anyone buys them?"

It’s also right. Anyway, when she was taking a bath in the hot springs, she remembered the "Story of the Stones" written by San Mao. She picked up a bunch of stones on a whim and came back to paint. In addition to wasting a lot of paint, There is no money, even if it is sold at a very cheap price, she makes all the money

Thinking of this, she went through the cabinets with great interest, and it took a long time to find a dozen painting stones from a cabinet drawer lying in the corner. There is no way, she just lost the freshness after painting, even the few pieces that she gave to Gu Xihe, or she was seen going there while Gu Xiran was not painting quietly.

After dyeing the ink, she was a little restless, for fear that no one would buy those things and she would lose her hope of making money. She was sitting in a daze at the window, and suddenly saw Du Mu carried a bamboo basket on her back and walked around the rose fence. Come in.

Shu Huan hurriedly greeted her. Before people came close, she smelled an extremely alluring scent, which made her salivate and couldn't help but smile: "Mother Du, did you make something delicious again? I’ve said that you don’t bother to do so. It’s better to take a break when you have time."

"Since I arrived here, I have eaten or slept all day long, and I have had enough rest." Du Mu lifted up a piece of fresh lotus that was covering the bamboo basket, revealing a bamboo chicken that was roasted and fragrant. Coming, Cihe smiled: "This is the bamboo chicken that Xiao Qiuchen caught up from the mountain. I think it's quite big and covered in grease, so I cleaned it and roasted it with pine wood. You can taste it while it's hot. How does it taste."

Shu Huan was embarrassed to eat when she heard it: "Mother Du, this is Du Qiu catching you to nourish your body, why are you..."

Mother Du smiled and interrupted her and said: "A handful of old bones, no matter how to nourish them, I can’t rejuvenate and rejuvenate. Besides, Doctor Ji has taken care of me these days. I have recovered from my illness a long time ago, and my bones are stronger than before. , What else can you make up? It’s you, you are so thin that you should eat more."

Shu Huan pushed back several times, but couldn't match her eagerness, so she took the basket and led her into the house.

Di’s mother is different from Du Qiu. She is a very outgoing and enthusiastic person. She does not hide gratitude deep in her heart, but uses actions and words to express her as much as possible. She started to cook soon after she recovered. Cooked all kinds of food, changed the way to find excuses to send them, and in the first few days, she could chant the word of thanks for ten times a day, until Shu Huan heard the word of thanks and she was fake Angrily, she said that she had seen too much, so she stopped saying thanks.

It’s just that she doesn’t thank you, but she delivers it more often, but she has a good cooking skill. Even if the food delivered is ordinary food, it is extremely delicious, which makes Shu Huan gradually accustomed to it. She had an appetite, and even the dishes cooked by the kitchen seemed normal to her. There is no other reason. No matter how exquisite the kitchen cooks, there is also a special taste of restaurants and restaurants, and the food made by Du Mu has a strong homely fragrance. Sometimes she can cry when she eats it. If you say something ridiculous, sister What you eat is not vegetables, but memories.

Mountain bamboo chickens grow up eating grass seeds and pine nuts. The take-out is roasted with pine wood~IndoMTL.com~Do not have a fresh fragrance.

Shu Huan wanted to wait until Gu Xiran came back to eat, but Du Mu always emphasized that the taste is good when it is hot. She hesitated, only then tore off two chicken wings, and then covered the rest with lotus and shouted The beauty comes: "Send it to the second master, let Master Du and the fourth master eat together."

As for Ji Danqing, he doesn't seem to like greasy food. He teaches the chef every day to cook light vegetables and vegetables. So Shu Huan picked up fresh fruits from other hospitals and served them on a green-glazed carved lotus plate. , Let Huiyun send to Pinzhuxuan.

Mother Du was watching her busy, smiling all over her face: "It's still thoughtful and thoughtful."

Shu Huan smiled bitterly, all of which was forced by the environment. She used to know that clothes came to stretch out her hands, food came to open her mouth, and even fruits were handed by a virtuous and capable mother, but now she has to take the role of milk. While taking care of herself, she also took care of others. Thinking of this, she secretly sighed: "Mother Du should call me Xiaohuan."

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