Eighty peasant wives are busy getting rich

Chapter 368 Chapter 368: Going to the Suburbs to Find Hawthorn Trees
Wang Meihua was afraid of delaying Zhao Xiaohuan's time, so Li Ziyue sent Zhao Xiaohuan to the beauty salon, and then went back to report to his aunt.

When Zhao Xiaohuan entered the store, Qin Runxiang was feeding her child. Seeing her, she immediately explained, "Xiaohuan, I don't see any customers in the store, so I thought about feeding him this meal first."

Zhao Xiaohuan expressed her understanding that it is not easy to be a mother and take care of her children, no matter in today's or future generations. Since she became pregnant, she has a new understanding of full-time mothers.

"It's okay, you can go ahead."

Zhao Xiaohuan started to prepare things for customers to make faces. After feeding for a long time, the child just refused to eat a bite, and it was useless to coax her.

In the end, there was really no other way, Qin Runxiang slapped his butt a few times, and shouted, "Do you want to eat? If you don't, I don't want you anymore. Let the old man Pat Huazi take you away."

Zhao Xiaohuan shouldn't meddle in other people's business, it's inconvenient for her to intervene in the education of the child, seeing that the child's expression is a little off, she walks over.

"Don't hit the child, I'll take a look."

Zhao Xiaohuan activated the rescue function and found that the child had indigestion and food accumulated in his stomach, so he had no choice but to eat. She said to Qin Runxiang, "Don't feed the child, he has food in his stomach, go and buy some hawthorn for him."

"Food accumulated?" Qin Runxiang was confused, she didn't know that the child had accumulated food, she had no doubts about Zhao Xiaohuan's words, and thanked her with the child in her arms.

"Thank you, Xiao Huan, I'm going to buy hawthorn right now, but can you help me in the store?"

If it weren't for the child, Qin Runxiang would not have let go of the opportunity to study, and now she can only look after the child first.

"You go, I can do it alone."

After Qin Runxiang left, Zhao Xiaohuan was thinking, the children were bothered by food dislike and food accumulation, if they could make some hawthorn pills, they could be sold along with the milk powder.

Zhao Xiaohuan was engrossed in thinking, today's first customer came to the door, she regained her senses, and carefully made a face for the customer. At noon, the two reporters came again.

"Miss Zhao, yesterday's interview was not detailed enough, can we interview you again?"

Zhao Xiaohuan's time was limited, seeing the two journalists insisting so much, she smiled lightly, "I only have 10 minutes."

"Okay, okay." The reporters don't dare to complain now, today the reporters asked questions about acting, Zhao Xiaohuan recalled how he felt when he was filming, and told the truth.

After the two reporters left, Zhao Xiaohuan silently breathed a sigh of relief. There were no customers in the afternoon, so she closed the store and went to the suburbs to look for hawthorn trees.

She was walking in the wasteland, and there were only a few small hawthorn trees, and no one wanted them in the wasteland. She went into the space to get tools, and dug them all at once.

She walked through several acres of wasteland and dug up a dozen hawthorn trees. On the way back, she also found a few wild jujube trees. She also put the wild jujube trees into the space and returned to the garment factory.

Back at the garment factory, she saw employees drawing on the factory wall with chalk, and Wang Kang was standing not far away directing. She walked over and asked, "Manager Wang, what are you doing?"

Wang Kang explained to her, "Xiao Huan, they said they want to select the best garment factory among the garment factories in our county. I see that other factories have already started to move, and we have to clean up too."

Some employees stood for a long time, not knowing how to write, and responded to Wang Kang, "Manager Wang, we really don't know how to draw, why don't we invite professional people over?"

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaohuan didn't say a word, walked over to pick up the chalk and started to draw. Everyone stared blankly, not daring to disturb her.

(End of this chapter)