After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 81 081
Wang Xianjiao's maid had brought chairs for several people to sit on, refilled hot tea, and put a plate of horseshoe cake on the table.

Wang Xianjiao sat on her special chair and greeted them with a smile.

"Xi'er, tell your sisters to eat. You're welcome. If you're not used to it, just change it. I still have a lot of pastries."

Zhao Yuanlan had already put down the porcelain bottle, and took a piece to eat. She ate and asked, "Really, do you have pearl cakes? I heard that pearl cakes are delicious."

When Wang Xianjiao heard the words, she immediately said to the servant girl, "Xiao Lian, go get the pearl cake."

Zhao Yuanlan: "I still want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Wang Xianjiao: "There is also sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Xiao Lian bowed and bowed, then turned to get the pastry.

Zhao Yuanle looked at Zhao Yuanlan who was not polite at all speechlessly.

I didn't know who it was before, and said that he was stupid behind his back, but now he is very familiar with him, and he is not ambiguous at all when he eats him.

She felt that Zhao Yuanlan's temper really needed to be changed, and she still had to be polite.

Zhao Yuanxi also glared at Zhao Yuanlan: "Xiao Lan!"

Wang Xianjiao at the side immediately stopped Zhao Yuanxi: "It's okay, she's still young, she can eat whatever she likes."

Zhao Yuanxi smiled helplessly.

Wang Xianjiao said enviously: "Oh, I don't have any older sisters, I'm the only one in the family, you marry me quickly, and bring your younger sister to play with me when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanxi pulled out a stiff, polite smile.

Zhao Yuanle was a little curious.

"Sister Jiaojiao, you don't have any sisters?"

Wang Xianjiao nodded.

"Well, I only have one younger sister in this generation, and I only have an older brother, and the elder brother studied too far away, rarely came back, and hasn't been back for several years."

Saying that, Wang Xianjiao said to Zhao Yuanxi: "Don't worry, my eldest brother is fine and looks decent. He won't be in a hurry to leave after he comes back this time."

Zhao Yuanxi smiled lightly.

"Ah."

Zhao Yuanxi replied perfunctorily, but Wang Xianjiao didn't notice it.

She was very cheerful and began to talk about her family's affairs and what she had encountered recently, asking a question from time to time, and then taking the question to another place to start the next topic.

Wang Xianjiao couldn't stop talking, the servant girl refilled the tea a few times, and Zhao Yuanlan next to her ate more happily.

Zhao Yuanle looked at his porcelain vase, and felt that it was necessary to remind Wang Xianjiao a little so that he could get down to business later.

When Wang Xianjiao paused, Zhao Yuanle picked up his porcelain bottle and asked, "Sister Jiaojiao, what do you usually use to paint your face?"

As soon as Wang Xianjiao saw the porcelain vase, she said directly: "By the way, you are going to sell this to Yuxiang, but I said I forgot it. Let's go, I will take you to find Yuxiang."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Her movement of holding the porcelain bottle was a little stiff.

The topic she had prepared was slightly redundant.

She felt that the daughter of Wang Bao's family was much more upright than her.

It is quite interesting that Wang Baochang, a ruthless man, gave birth to a silly and sweet daughter.

When Wang Xianjiao was about to go out, Mama Zhou asked after she knew she was going to the county magistrate's house, so she stopped blocking her and told Xiao Lian to follow her carefully.

A few people went downstairs like this, and when they reached the door, the little door boy saw it early and came to open the door.

A few people went out again, out of the alley, and walked a few steps to the side door of the county magistrate's house.

Xiao Lian went forward and knocked on the door, after a while the door opened, and another old woman came to lead the way.

It can be seen with the naked eye that this old lady wears much better clothes than Zhou's mother, and she also wears a silver bracelet on her hand.

When the old woman was walking, Zhao Yuanle noticed that her walking posture was a little different.

After she took a closer look, she realized that the shoes on this person's feet were different, as if...the little feet were bound.

But it's not as extreme as what she saw in the history books. It's wrapped, but it doesn't deform the bones. It's just so that the feet can fit into this special wedge-heeled shoes, which is probably quite uncomfortable.

Going all the way, I went through three or four doors, and when I got to the innermost, there was another door when I went up the stairs. There were two rows of lanterns hanging on both sides, which were much more elaborate than Wang Xianjiao's downstairs.

The residence of the county magistrate's house is more complicated and spacious than the courtyard of Chief Wang Bao.

Along the way, I also encountered servants who came and went to do things. The servants would take the initiative to stop and bow to salute, and waited for the group of people to pass before getting up and walking.

Zhao Yuanle looked at these all the way, feeling novel and uncomfortable.

After a group of people went up the stairs and passed through three doors, they finally arrived at the door of the county magistrate's daughter's boudoir.

Zhao Yuanle thought, is this the residence of the ladies?

The old lady knocked on the door and spoke, and a maid came to open the door.

A group of people were invited in, and sat down in the living room in the middle.

On the other side, the county magistrate's daughter just finished her calligraphy homework and was led out by another maid.

The county magistrate's daughter is also surnamed Wang, named Wang Yuxiang.

Wang Yuxiang's fancy dress is made of flowing silk and satin, with a pink bikini from the hips, a double-pleated horse-face skirt, wide sleeves and a round neck with intricate hand-embroidered flowers one by one.Combing two buns with the same horns, two silver tassels are inlaid on it, and two pink camellia beads are worn on each side.

Zhao Yuanle paid more attention to her feet, but only saw that her shoulders were not moved, and her shoes did not show off her skirt at all, and she walked over in small steps.

good guy...

Zhao Yuanle traveled through these days, and this is the real way to see Miss Gu walking.

Wang Yuxiang smiled at several people.

She looked at Wang Xianjiao: "Jiaojiao, is this the girl from the Zhao family you told me about?"

"Yes." Wang Xianjiao nodded, and began to introduce to Wang Yuxiang: "This is Xi'er, fifteen years old, one year younger than us. These are Xi'er's two cousins, one is called Lele, the other is fourteen, and the other is Xiao. Lan, twelve."

Wang Yuxiang smiled softly, and raised her thin eyebrows: "Those are all younger sisters."

Wang Xianjiao: "Yes."

Wang Yuxiang's eyes fell on the things in Zhao Yuanle's hands, and he asked with a smile, "Is this the rose hydrosol you made yourself?"

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

The parties were quite embarrassed at the moment.

She was still thinking about how to start the conversation, and how to brag about her things to sell them.

In fact, not only Wang Yuxiang in front of him, but even his aunt knew these things.Moreover, most of Wang Yuxiang has used better ones, but he is still thinking about how to teach others to use things to beautify their skin.

It's kind of embarrassing to be true...

Zhao Yuanle felt that he should keep one thing in mind in the future. The ancients just didn’t know as much information as the modern ones. It’s just that the technology was not developed, but the ancients were really not stupid. Treat something different as a treasure.

People still have the basic ability to judge value.

Now, since Wang Yuxiang got straight to the point, Zhao Yuanle went directly to the porcelain bottle.

(End of this chapter)