Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Ding Xuewei intentionally let Mrs. Xu know her own strength, and after seeing off Ding Laowu, she walked leisurely to Linglong Pavilion with Mrs. Xu and grandchildren.

Along the way, Mrs. Xu asked about the situation of the Ding family in recent years, and Ding Xue spoke lightly.

When she heard that their sisters were washed away by the flood, her eyes were full of anger. When talking about the old grandma, she said that the sky has eyes. When Ding Xuewei casually mentioned the Wang family, she kept her voice silent.

She didn't mention Xiao Li's, Wang's and other family members. When it came to Li's and Ding's old man, she strictly warned the juniors not to make public opinion about the elders.

Mrs. Xu is a very modest person, Ding Xue asked slightly, but she brushed aside the serious ones, even though she was wearing old patched clothes, she said that her life was passable.

How come the Xu family is so down and down that there is not even a tile to cover her body, and her hair, which is not yet completely white, is all white. It is just a few bad things.

What Ding Xuewei thought before was to be filial, she was not short of this bowl of rice, but now, she felt that Mrs. Xu deserved her filial piety.

"Grandma, why don't we buy some clothes along the way?"

The grandson of the Xu family stood with Ding Xuewei, and she really couldn't see it. The material Ding Xuewei wore was a mockery of their plight.

However, meeting her probing and worried eyes, Mrs. Xu, who originally wanted to say that there is no need to spend money, nodded.

Although Ding Xuewei said this while standing in front of Linglong Pavilion, Mrs. Xu didn't think much about it when she entered Linglong Pavilion. She was even more at a loss than Mrs. Xi.

"This!" Mrs. Xi was a little embarrassed looking at the bank note.

Ding Xue smiled generously: "It's the same at Aunt Zhang's place in Fucheng, Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao."

For their sisters, she asked to formulate, and they will not raise money.

Chen Yu offered to give it to her, and she would not refuse.

Old man Ding, the two elders or other needs of the family, but she will pay for everything that comes into the store to pick.

Receive more and receive less, it depends on the person who receives it.

"Try your best." She pointed to the bank note in her hand.

Mrs. Xi saw the issue of the bank note in her mind, and silently took it without calling her name: "Then, I will not be disrespectful."

Ding Xuewei pointed out that the bank notes need to be paid attention to, and Mrs. Xi found an excuse to choose suitable clothes and left the guest room.

During this period of time, there were not many carpenters to hire, and the Linglong Pavilion in Fucheng could not be replaced with the scene decoration she provided before, let alone the storefronts in this county.

Furthermore, just because the shopkeepers in Linglong Pavilion have good eyesight does not mean that there are also customers in the shop.

In order to avoid anything that would make Xu's grandmother feel uncomfortable, when Mrs. Xi led them to the guest room in the courtyard, she did not object.

The guest room here is different from the guest room upstairs. The guest room here receives relatives and friends of the employees in the store, or sellers who bring good embroidery and fabrics.

"Grandma, their crispy fruit is very good, try it."

When Mrs. Xu came back, Ding Xuewei pushed a plate of dim sum in front of her.

Mrs. Xu subconsciously looked at the dim sum plate.

"This crispy fruit is very well made."

Crispy fruit is a traditional snack in Fengcheng Prefecture, it is a sweet little crisp.

Picking up one and stuffing it into the mouth of Xu Jiang, who was sitting upright like a little adult, and forcing Granny Xu to take a bite, Ding Xuewei began to eat it: "Bazhenlou has a kind of salty fragrance, go back and taste it, grandma."

One big and one small are not used to it, biting the sweet crispy fruit in their mouths at a loss.

"Anping doesn't know if he has eaten salty and empty crispy fruit, he doesn't like sweet ones."

Speaking of the fact that Anping doesn't like sweet crispy fruits, Ding Xuewei looked at Xu Jiang with deep eyes.

"You don't like braised pork? Anping doesn't like it either."

Xu Jiang doesn't like braised pork. Compared with salty and spicy ones, he doesn't like braised pork very well.

Ding Xuewei didn't say anything about this before, but now, he wants to win over the relationship. This kid is as cute as Anping...Compared to himself, his appearance is closer to Pandi's three little ones!

"Grandma, are you sure I look like my grandma?" Ding Xuewei was suddenly suspicious, sincerely suspicious.

Her span is really not something Xu's grandmother can accept.

Speechless, the eyes of grandma and grandson met.

"The expression of being speechless to me is more similar!" Ding Xuewei suddenly felt a little uncomfortable: "I don't know how the three of them are doing now!"

What Mrs. Xu wanted to say before, what Xu Jiang was thinking, both of them forgot at this moment.

"Do you like it?" Ding Xuewei stuffed another crispy fruit for Xu Jiang.

The originally quite mature and prudent baby only had a meal with her, but when he met her, his reaction deteriorated, and he almost didn't know which one to chew first.

"I don't like it! Sure enough, your taste is similar to Anping's!"

"No."

The little baby was confused.

"You like this! I'll make it for you later, I haven't made this kind of thing before." Ding Xuewei looked pampered.

Mrs. Xu fell silent.

I don't know if it's because her emotions come and go quickly, or because her memory is bad, and her thoughts from the previous moment are gone in the next second.

"Need not."

After finally swallowing the two pieces of crispy fruit, Xu Jiang saw it.

Ding Xue raised her cheerful eyebrows slightly: "You don't like what I made for you?"

Xu Jiang was silent.

A big question mark in a small head.

Could his cousin's mood change be too fast?
What should he say next?
Like it or not?
Why do you think it's wrong to say anything? !
"Xuewei, Jiang'er is just afraid of tiring you." Mrs. Xu helped explain.

Ding Xuewei looked back and forth between the grandma and grandson, and sent out a soul torture: "Does the family still need to speak two languages?"

Granny Xu's grandson: "..."

There is no need for a family to speak two languages, but their surname is Ding and the family is Xu, they are not from the same family!

Without giving Ding Xuewei a chance to say something, Mrs. Xi led a group of 12 people in.

"Old Madam, take a look at the style first, if you close your eyes, try it on your upper body."

How many clothes and accessories can I buy for 1 taels?

For ordinary clothing stores, it is not a problem to cover ten rooms.

General jewelry stores can make up for it.

Here at Linglong Pavilion, if you ask for configuration, you can find those that are not available in the county for you in the city, and those that are not in the city can be transferred to Beijing.

As long as you can say it, you can find a way to satisfy you.

The grandson of the Xu family is not someone who can spend like that, and Ding Xuewei is not willing to reveal her wealth.

No, the clothes Mrs. Xi chose were all made of Ding Xuewei's favorite material, comfortable and breathable, fine workmanship but little or no embroidery at all.

The price is generally between 150 and [-] taels.

I don't want to take the 1 taels of banknotes back. What I can do is not just articles on clothes.

Six of the 12 served accessories.

Linglong Pavilion's new velvet flowers are no longer free gifts, and the prices of gems and pearls inlaid are astonishing.

The style is good and the quality is good. Six 700 taels.

"This this···"

Mrs. Xu was overwhelmed by the plates of exquisite velvet ornaments.

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