Farmer's Wife Kyungsoo

Chapter 325 356 Arrangements
Time passed quietly, and Yi Chengan came back in the afternoon after Jingxiu's painting.

"Xiu Niang, I'm back."

Yi Chengan's voice came from outside, Jingxiu put down her pen and moved her numb arm.

The man had already walked in, and his big warm palms were on Jingxiu's shoulders, pressing gently with neither force nor force.

"Xiu Niang, are you feeling better?"

"Ah."

Jingxiu nodded, her whole body relaxed, and she narrowed her eyes comfortably.

"This is the blueprint. I've finished it. You can arrange it according to the blueprint."

Jingxiu pointed to the drawings on the table.

"Okay, Xiu Niang, you've worked hard. Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

Jingxiu opened her eyes, only to notice the sweat on the man's forehead, his face was flushed from the sun, and his lips were chapped and slightly pale.

This fool, who is thirsty?
"Idiot, is it hot outside?"

Jingxiu got up, took out an embroidered handkerchief, gently wiped the sweat off the man's face, took the man's hand, and went to the kitchen together.

"Quick, wash your face first."

Yi Chengan smiled innocently, what a nice wife.

After Yi Chengan washed his face, Jing Xiu handed him a glass of water: "I'm not thirsty, you should drink a glass of water first."

"Ah."

The man nodded, took the cup, and drank it all in one gulp, as if the water poured by his wife was sweeter than the usual one.

Jingxiu let the man rest for a while, and the two started cooking dinner.

It's already the twelfth of July, and the decoration and opening of the shop must be done before August, and the autumn harvest will come later.

Although there is not much land at home, it is still busy for a few days.

In the past, people from the old house shamelessly came to help with food, but as Yi Chengan and Yi Chengyun grew up in the past two years, those who planted spring and harvested autumn in the old house would always call people over.

They are in the same village, if they really open their mouths there, it is impossible not to go.

Jingxiu thought, it would be great if he could completely cut off contact with the old house.

But she is a daughter-in-law who married out, so she can't do it like this, and she has to think about it slowly.

When the sun went down, Mrs. Yi Zhang and Yi Chengyun came back.

At the dinner table, the family discussed the decoration of the shop.

Of course, it was mainly Jingxiu who talked about her idea, and then Yi Chengan who supervised it.

Yi Zhang and Yi Chengyun couldn't let go of their business, so they went to the town to sell steamed stuffed bun jelly.

Mrs. Yi Zhang was a little impatient and wanted to do more, but Jing Xiu naturally would not agree.

It's just that they are short of funds for a while, and it's not that they can't make money. It's not worthwhile if they exhaust their bodies.

Yi Zhang could only give up.

Jingxiu stayed at home, catching up with the blueprints of the cloth workshop, and taking care of the children to do housework at the same time.

That's how things were arranged.

The next day, everyone was busy on their own.

Jingxiu got up early to help make the buns, sent Yi Zhangshi, Yi Chengyun and Yi Chengan away, and went back to the room to start drawing.

An hour later, I came out to make lunch and cook jelly.

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Zhao Mingyu knew about the fact that the shop opposite Fushun Restaurant was bought by Yi Chengan and the others.

At this moment, he was standing on the second floor of Fushun Restaurant, looking sternly at the busy shop opposite.

"Hmph! I'm overestimating my capabilities. I really think that my steamed stuffed bun jelly is delicious, so I can gain a firm foothold in the town."

"Young master, they just don't know good from bad!"

Zhao Dahe bowed respectfully and echoed carefully.

Zhao Mingyu's eyes were as cold as a knife. In Qingyang Town, no one dared to tease the Zhao family like this, teasing him!

　The fourth watch is asking for tickets, spoiler, the abuse will start tomorrow, haha, guess who is the abuser?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)