Farmers earn a living with their sons to make money

Chapter 337
"Little Mozi, come here to write!" The master in black waved at Mo Ran who was standing aside, and looked at Yun Zirao with sparkling eyes, as if Yun Zirao was a big treasure, and he couldn't wait to dig it up .

"The setting sun is on the curtain hook, and the spring is quiet by the stream. Fangfei borders the shore garden, woodcutters lean on the boat on the beach. Sparrows compete for branches and fall, and flying insects swim in the yard. Who made you with turbid mash, a drink will dissolve thousands of worries."

"Xiang Wan felt unwell, and drove to Guyuan. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

"Green Qi new fermented wine, a small red clay stove. It will snow in the evening, can you drink a cup of wine?"

"Putting a knife to cut off the water makes the water flow more, toasting to relieve the sorrow makes the sorrow even more sorrowful. Life is not satisfactory in this world, and the Ming Dynasty spreads out to make a flat boat."

"After eating, go to sleep, wake up with two bowls of tea; raise your head to see the shadow of the sun, and it has turned to the south and west; those who are happy cherish the day, and those who worry about the year are tired of credit; those who have no worries and no joy, live long or short."

"The tender buds are fragrant and spiritual. I call them the Chinese herbal medicine. The mortar and smoke are smashed at night, and the cold furnace is cooked in the snow. I only worry about green powder scattered, and I taste green peanuts."

In one breath, Yun Zirao recited six poems about the setting sun, wine and tea, two respectively. After the recitation, the master in blue immediately handed Yun Zirao a cup of tea at a suitable temperature to moisten his throat. Go ahead, drink it up.

"Okay, are the three masters satisfied now?" Yun Zirao smiled and looked at the smiling faces of the three who were holding the poems, and secretly sighed in his heart that it was fortunate that he had memorized a lot of poems in the modern age.

"Girl Zirao, you go to Xiao Mozi to get things first, we'll go back right away, and I'll bring you some good things in a while, just wait!" The three masters quickly left the workshop with their poems in their hands, Yun Zi Rao shook her head with a smile, and felt that the three masters were very cute.

Mo Ran's golden eyes flashed, he looked at Yun Zirao with longing in his eyes, Yun Zirao paused, and said quietly: "Could it be that Mr. Mo also wants to..."

"If you want, as long as Miss Zi Rao doesn't dislike Mo Ran, who is just a butler of Feng Mo Xuan..."

"Eh..." Yun Zirao was taken aback by Mo Ran's excitement. She said that she recited the poem just to make the three wives smile, but she never thought that it would make her a favorite!It seems that in ancient times, the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and song Fu had skills and were also treasures!
"Mr. Mo, Miss Zirao's things are all ready!" The owner of the workshop came to deliver a message, with several people behind him, each holding an object in their hands.

"Mr. Mo is self-effacing, why don't you let me look at these things first, and then..." Yun Zirao really lacks brain cells for a while, so it is necessary to divert his attention.

Mo Ran obeyed naturally, Li Mengshi and Qing Le were already dumbfounded looking at Yun Zirao, they were stunned to the side, their eyes followed Yun Zirao closely, making Yun Zirao feel like she was a big piece of silver.

"Auntie, Qingle!" A cry brought the two back to their senses, Yun Zirao smiled mischievously at them, and began to walk in front of the workshop owner, ready to appreciate the ingenious objects made by Feng Moxuan.

"This is the most basic. It is framed with sandalwood, and it can be hung in the study room at home."

"This is a lantern, with a pattern of crabapple flowers painted on it, and poems written on one side. It can be used or hung in the room for decoration."

"This is carving. It is used for decoration at home. It is made of high-quality pineapple wood."

"This is an oiled paper umbrella. The poems are written on the inside. When you use it, it won't be stained with ink, and as long as the oiled paper encounters water, the ink inside will change color."

"This is a handkerchief, with poems embroidered on one corner and a large piece of crabapple flowers embroidered in the middle, using the most exquisite double-sided Hunan embroidery."

"This is……"

Crashing, the people behind Fangzhu stood in a long row in front of Yun Zirao, each of them was holding different things in their hands, and they were getting better and better, all of them were high-quality goods.

Yun Zirao and Li Mengshi looked straight at it, only thinking that Feng Moxuan is really rich and powerful!

Yun Zirao sighed inwardly, only to realize that Ouyang Chenfeng is really good at business!

"Thank you Mr. Mo, Qing Le, take these masters and send the things to the carriage. Be careful not to damage anything!"

"Girl, girl, this is the concentric pendant with red agate and white jade that Master Zhang gave you!"

"This is the warm jade that Master Miao gave you naturally for a thousand years!"

"And me, and me, this is the Bodhi seed of ten thousand years, which can be used as medicine and can drive away disasters!"

As soon as Qingle left, the three masters rushed into the workshop in a hurry, as if they were afraid that Yun Zirao would leave.

Mo Ran's eyes widened when he heard the three Masters took out the things in their hands. Master Zhang's concentric pendant was obtained from the Priests' Court in the Tu Kingdom. It is said that it was left by a couple who were flying together a hundred years ago. The warm jade he had always planned to keep for his little grandson, Mr. Qiao's Bodhi son, he had only seen once, was one of the heirlooms handed down from the Qiao family. This is a rare treasure, but now... …

"Thank you three masters. Zirao deserves it. If he 'writes' poems in the future, they will be sent to Fengmoxuan!" Yun Zirao was forced to accept them one by one, and made a promise that the three The master smiled.

"Mr. Mo, I promise you that Zirao will send someone to deliver your poems later. It's getting late now, and Zirao must go back with her aunt."

"It's all right, send Mo to miss Ziluo!"

After getting out of Fengmoxuan and getting into the carriage, Ouyang Chenfeng's mysterious gift had already been delivered to the carriage. Yun Zirao looked at the carriage full of people, and was a little speechless. She really didn't expect to go out once without a penny. flowers, but got a bunch of treasures.

"Qingle, what is the gift from Mr. Ouyang?" Yun Zirao picked up the brocade box on the small square table in the carriage and asked Qingle.

"Miss Zirao, I don't know, but at first I saw someone carrying a big brocade box and walking towards the carriage, but for some reason, not far from the carriage, I changed with another person. Replaced it with this little brocade box!"

"Changed?"

(End of this chapter)