Sang Tianjiao girl is a little sweet

Chapter 86 Liu's Change

After this incident, the Guo family remained honest for a while, but when they looked at Hua Qian's family, there was a strong hatred in their eyes.

In this regard, Hua Qian directly ignored them and was busy with more important things.

First, I asked the village head to ask someone to dig out the wasteland she bought, and then helped Seventh Aunt Liu to make pickles.

Hua Qian doesn't know how to make pickles, so she just takes Xiaoyue to help Mrs. Liu.

"Xian'er, I can do these things by myself. You are in good health, so you shouldn't be too tired." Liu said with some regret.

Now, Mrs. Liu is liking Hua Qian more and more.

Hua Qian moved the finished pickle jar into the house and put it away, wiped off the sweat from her forehead, looked at Liu who was still busy and said:

"Seventh Aunt, it's okay. I'm exercising moderately, so I can't even call myself tired."

Mrs. Liu tried to persuade her again, but she couldn't hold Hua Qian back, so she stopped talking.

During lunch, Hua Qian saw a lot of lotus roots in the Liu family's kitchen, so she asked, "Seventh Aunt, did your family grow lotus roots this year?"

Mrs. Liu also turned her head to look at the lotus root in the corner of the kitchen, and said, "I planted these this year, not many, if Qian'er likes to bring some back later."

Hua Qian didn't say a word, she quickly drank up the rice porridge in the bowl, and then she said to Mrs. Liu, "Seventh Aunt, although Mr. Han doesn't stop cultivating, he still needs to give some gifts during the New Year and festivals, and the pen and ink fee is not expensive." Cheap."

Mrs. Liu was not stupid either, knowing that Hua Qian had other intentions, she asked, "Xian'er, what exactly do you want to say?"

Hua Qian smiled and sat beside Liu Shi, took her arm and said, "Seventh Aunt, I want to open a small shop selling pickles in the town, and I need your help."

"Xian'er, this is not a joke. Besides, it's not that simple to do business. Many shops sell these pickles. You will suffer a lot if you do this." Mrs. Liu said disapprovingly.

Hua Qian thought for a while, and then expressed her thoughts, "Seventh Aunt, in fact, pickles can be made not only from radishes, but also from the lotus roots you have at home. Others include lettuce, bamboo shoots, cabbage, beans... ..."

Listening to Hua Qian's list of many things, Liu was absent-minded for a while before realizing, "Xian'er, is what you said true?"

Regarding Liu's question, Hua Qian said directly: "Seventh Aunt, if you don't believe me, you can try it yourself. However, in terms of seasoning, we can add a few more flavors."

Mrs. Liu stopped talking, finished the rice porridge in the bowl, washed a small part of the lotus root in a corner of the kitchen, and started to pickle it.

After finishing it, more than an hour has passed.

After installing the altar and sealing it, Mrs. Liu asked Hua Qian who was beside her, "Xian'er, how long will this last?"

"About half a month to a month." After Hua Qian finished speaking, she dragged Mrs. Liu out of the kitchen, and the two sat on the stone pier in the yard to continue chatting.

"Seventh aunt, I listen to you, the pickle shop will not be opened, but you have to promise me that you will make all the pickles that Xiangmanlou needs in the future, and don't talk to me about splitting the money, otherwise I will I won't come to your house anymore."

Hua Qian pretended to say with a pretty face, which made Liu couldn't help laughing.

"Well, Seventh Aunt will listen to you." During this period of getting along, Liu also understood Hua Qian's temperament, so she did not refuse her kindness.

"I'm relieved now." Hua Qian made a relieved expression, which made Liu Shi laugh again.

Hua Dakang in the room has been treated by Gao Taifu these days, and his condition has stabilized, but he still needs to take medicine, which can only be stopped after a year.

At this time, listening to Liu's laughter, he felt indescribably complicated.

Since he fell ill, although Liu shi also joked and laughed, he never laughed so happily as today.

At this time, Xiaoyue who was decocting medicine in the kitchen poked her head out and said with a smile: "Miss, Qiye's medicine is ready."

When Liu Shi heard this, she smiled and went into the kitchen, and after a while, she entered her room with a bowl of soup and medicine.

"Xiaoyue, come and sit down." Hua Qian beckoned Xiaoyue to her side, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief.

Xiaoyue looked at Hua Qian with a smirk, and didn't think there was anything wrong with letting the young lady wipe her sweat as a maid.

When Mrs. Liu came out with an empty medicine bowl, Hua Qian got up to say goodbye, and made an appointment to deliver pickles to Xiangmanlou together tomorrow.

The next day, Hua Qian got up at dawn, and took Xiaoyue and Mrs. Liu to the town in the village ox cart.

When shopkeeper Li saw Hua Qian entering the restaurant, he immediately greeted her, "Miss Hua, you're here."

Facing Shopkeeper Li's smiling face, Hua Qian guessed that yesterday's pickles must be selling well, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited.

After they entered the private room on the second floor, Hua Qian introduced Mrs. Liu to shopkeeper Li, "Treasurer Li, this is my seventh aunt, and she made the pickles."

Shopkeeper Li just looked at Mrs. Liu, and then said with a smile: "Mrs. Hua, your pickles are really good. I hope to have a happy cooperation in the future."

Mrs. Liu was a little nervous, but she calmed down quickly, and communicated with shopkeeper Li, and agreed on the time and how much to deliver pickles every day.

After negotiating, several people came down from the private room on the second floor, just in time to hear the diners on the first floor discussing something lively.

"Have you heard that the price for Zhang Yuanwai to find someone to make her daughter's wedding dress has risen again, and it has already risen to 500 taels."

"No, it's just that, isn't this wedding dress made by every married woman herself?"

"You don't understand this, the girl outside this member is going to marry into Xie's family."

"The Xie family? Could it be the Xie family who is an imperial merchant!"

"Yeah, otherwise why Zhang Yuanwai is so nervous."

After listening for a while, Hua Qian became interested, so she asked the shopkeeper Li next to her, "Uncle Li, do you know why this member of the staff asked someone to marry his daughter?"

Looking at Hua Qian's face of seeking knowledge, shopkeeper Li only thought she was curious, and said, "During the engagement, the Xie family sent a piece of exquisite fabric to the Zhang family, and specified that it would be used as a wedding dress."

"Is it just like that?" Hua Qian didn't realize that things were so simple.

Shopkeeper Li looked around and said in a low voice: "Miss Zhang is like a woman, she was afraid that she could not do it well, so she invited the embroiderer to go, but after the embroiderer measured the cloth, she shook her head and couldn't do it."

"Why?" Hua Qian lowered her voice and asked.

"That piece of cloth can be made into a wedding dress, and this is still under the condition that there will be no mistakes. But if there is a mistake, the whole wedding dress will be ruined." Shopkeeper Li also sighed after finishing speaking.

Hua Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, she already had an idea in her mind, and said, "Uncle Li, can't we use other similar fabrics to make it together?"

"The silk satin produced by Xie's family is exquisite and unique, and other materials are incomparable."

"So, didn't the Xie family deliberately embarrass the bride?"

"That's not it." Shopkeeper Li saw that there were not many customers at this time, and chatted with Hua Qian again.

"I heard that the Xie family doesn't like Ms. Zhang and despises her for being too lowly. But Young Master Xie likes her. There is no choice but to agree to this marriage."

(End of this chapter)