Eight zero lucky women have space

Chapter 22 Gu Yuxuan

After Lu Qingwan proposed at breakfast to sell couplets to make some money, the atmosphere in the Lu family instantly froze.

Especially when Lu Guohua put down the bowls and chopsticks heavily, the old man with a stern face, no matter how useless he is, he can't let his daughter sell couplets.

"I don't agree." As the eldest grandson of the Lu family, Lu Huainan couldn't let his younger sister suffer this foreign crime.

"Brother. I also want to share some burdens for the family." Lu Qingwan blinked at Lu Huainan, "I have studied for so many years, so I have to use it anyway."

"Wanwan." Niu Cuihua wasn't worried that Lu Qingwan could not write well, but she was worried that Lu Qingwan's body hadn't recovered yet, "It's cold outside, let's sleep on the kang!"

"Mom." Lu Qingwan stood up, and she said with a serious face: "Our teacher can say that young people should be energetic and lie on the kang all the time, and they will get sick sooner or later."

Lu Xiuzhi has always doted on her granddaughter and never said anything about it. Since it is what the child wants to do, she can't kill it no matter what.

"Cuihua." Lu Xiuzhi took a sip of medicinal wine to warm her body, "If you are worried about Wanwan being alone, you can go with her. Huainan stays at home to serve Guohua."

"Grandma! Thank you!" Lu Qingwan gave Lu Xiuzhi a grateful look.

"My family, thank you so much." Although Lu Xiuzhi didn't feel anything on the surface, she was happy in her heart.

Niu Cuihua looked up at the time on the quartz clock, she wiped her mouth, as if remembering something: "Wanwan. You want to sell the pair, do you have a brush, ink and paper?"

"Yes, I have."

Lu Qingwan nodded, afraid that Niu Cuihua would be frightened, so she didn't mention anything about the space she had.

Early in the morning market.

New Year's Eve is a lively time.

Lu Qingwan and Niu Cuihua came to the market and there were still vacancies, so they stood there after laying out their things and started doing business.

A pair sells for a dime.

Because of the affordable price, it quickly attracted Gu Zhiqing who came to buy new year's goods.

Speaking of this old Gu, he is also a well-known figure in Beiji Village. When he saw Niu Cuihua set up a stall, he murmured, "What is the Lu family's economy suffering from famine? Need female relatives to come out to do business?"

"Wanwan his mother." Gu Zhiqing said, "Can you still write calligraphy?"

"It's not me." Niu Cuihua shook her head, "It's my daughter."

Gu Zhiqing had long heard that Lu Qingwan was talented, and couldn't help but look forward to what she could write with her brush.

Lu Qingwan spread out the rice paper, and without waiting for Gu Zhiqing to start writing, she began to write silently: "Sui Tongsheng, a family and a family are rich, and everyone is happy when they meet their age."

"Wanwan his mother." Gu Zhiqing's cloudy eyes instantly brightened: "Don't say it, the word Wanwan is so beautiful!"

Lu Qingwan said humbly, "No."

"I have a grandson who is about the same age as you. That word is simply not flattering." Gu Zhiqing rubbed his hands, "One piece is ten cents, right? I want as much as you write."

With the first order from a generous customer, there are many people queuing up to buy pairs later.

"Thank you, Grandpa Gu."

"I'll take it back to my disappointing grandson..."

People really can't say anything easily.

A handsome boy came from the crowd, and when he saw Gu Zhiqing, he said, "Grandpa. Didn't you say there are so many pairs at home, why do you still buy so many pairs!"

"Gu Yuxuan! Did you fall into the river a few days ago, and your mind started to lose its wits?" Gu Zhiqing scolded his grandson in a somewhat artistic way.

(End of this chapter)