After the Divorce,Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

But before she passed, the fire went out.

Xia Qianqian shrugs her shoulders regretfully and pushes the cart through the road where the animal trap has just been placed. However, her second uncle and third uncle are sleeping on both sides of the road.

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When the sky turned white, Xia Qian finally came to the town. At this time, there were few people on the street and Xia Qianqian was tired. She stopped at an breakfast stand and bought a bowl of spring noodles.

Selling noodles to see her a little girl came so early, curious asked: "little girl, are you to go to the market?"

"I'm here to sell tiles." Xia Qianqian took out his "business card" and two tiles, "boss, I'm from Yangliu village. This is the tile burned by my family. I'll give you two tiles to use. If you think it's OK, you can come to my house to buy Tiles."

"For you?"

"Yes, not a penny! Free

Of course, I have to accept the free gifts. I happily accept the tiles: "thank you very much. My family will repair the house a year ago. I will come to you if I need to."

"Remember, the tile kiln of the state of women in Yangliu village."

"Well, I've got it."

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Xia Qianqian did not send tiles door to door. She picked the place with the largest flow of people in the market, put down the cart, put on new clothes, and went to the front of the cart to wait for people to come.

The green Cape wrapped her small body and covered her rag shoes. The white fox fur on the edge of the hat vibrated with her breath and the wind. The original owner is naturally beautiful. After the nourishment of these days, he is not only mellow, but also has a good skin color, white and red. Said the green clothes, like a budding flower.

She stood there, a pretty and clever lady. However, it's too disharmonious for us to be together. Soon passers-by curiously came around: "what a pretty girl, that dress is really beautiful."

"Which lady is this? The clothes on her are very expensive. "

"No, I'm delivering tiles." Xia Qianqian said at the right time, "I'm from the women's tile kiln in Yangliu village. I'm here today to collect and give you free tiles.

Everyone a Leng, there are such good things in the world?

"Little girl, do you really want money?"

"Yes, today, women's tile kilns only want to be famous, and they will never accept money. You need to line up, one person can get two pieces, to ensure that no money Xia Qian said.

"Well, I'll take two."

"Me too!"

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There are many families living in tile roofed houses in the town. In winter, every family renovates and replaces broken tiles with new ones to avoid rain leakage in the rainy season. Some people give away tile for free, why not? Before long, there was a long line in front of Xia Qianqian's cart.

Xia Qianqian is not in a hurry. She slowly sends the tile school's business card. She is afraid that people will not be able to read. She also tells her, "remember, the tile kiln in Yangliu village is of high quality, and the old and the young are not deceived."

By the time the sun rises, one hundred pieces will be sent out. Xia Qianqian's reputation also spread in pingning Town, the streets, everyone knows.

Xia Qianqian was relieved, took off his cloak, and collected the precious dust into the cloth bag. It's rare to come to town. She went to the hospital to have a look at her legs.

"Miss Xia?" Doctor Tong warmly said, "I heard that you are free to send tiles in the town today?"

"Yes." Xia Qianqian thought of her promise to doctor Tong and said, "my cart is too small to pull down many. Tomorrow you call for a car and come to my house, lavar. "