After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

Chapter 558: Madam, just pamper him

Seeing that Liu Ji didn't listen to what she said and was still making random guesses, Qin Yao rolled her eyes speechlessly.

He said again, "If I let him go to class, he won't have the chance to meet your husband. Why are you so anxious?"

"Huh?" Liu Ji was stunned.

So the lady has listened to what he said and is still helping him find a solution?

Thinking of this, Liu Ji's heart suddenly moved, and he confirmed in disbelief: "Madam, do you mean that I don't need to worry about this?"

Qin Yao smiled contemptuously and threw him a stack of blank picture albums newly purchased from the stationery factory. "This is what you have to worry about. As for your status with Gong Liangxiao, as long as I am here, no one can try to shake it." !”

Ah Wang, who was passing by the main room while carrying bricks, twitched his lips slightly, Madam, just pet him!
Liu Ji stared blankly at Qin Yao's contemptuous smile, and felt that this woman was really exciting!

But what are these blank albums for?
With his wife's assurance, Liu Ji felt relaxed now. Anyway, he still had his wife on his head when he collapsed, so he just had to do what she told him to do.

Liu Ji brought all the blank albums to him and asked happily: "Madam, what are these for?"

Could it be that he suddenly figured it out and was going to let him recreate the picture of a chicken pecking at rice?
of course not.

Qin Yao took the template of the Lady's Box storybook and handed it to Liu Ji, explaining: "This is a bonus album for the new products in the factory in the coming year. The purpose is to allow customers to deepen their brand recognition of our Lady's Box, so you give it to me Paint well, paint carefully, do you hear me?”

They prepared two hundred picture albums, but there were not many scholars in the village who were good at painting. There were only five of them, and each of them had 40 books. The workload was indeed a bit heavy.

No, Qin Yao took twenty volumes home, thinking that there was one ready-made at home, so she didn't need it.

If this matter had been discussed a quarter of an hour ago, Liu Ji would have definitely had to bargain.

But now that he knew that his wife responded to his every word and everything was resolved, Liu Ji was so happy that he forgot to ask about the price for the first time and took over the painting task with a serious look on his face.

"The teacher said that I am not as spiritual as my younger brother in painting, but I am very talented in copying, so don't worry, madam, I will work day and night to perfectly restore the album one stroke at a time, and I promise not to delay your delivery, madam!"

After putting down the words, Liu Ji finished dinner that night and did not go to Lian Yuan. He carried the picture album into the study room, hung a sign on the door that read "Do not disturb others", lit a lamp and worked hard at painting.

Qin Yao was not used to him being so obedient. She frequently looked into the backyard and saw the busy figures reflected in the window, which she always felt was unreal.

"Master, are you still going up the mountain today?" Yin Le ran into the courtyard covered in sweat and asked expectantly.

Now, she has added another three kilometers to the original five kilometers. At the beginning, she could not run fast enough. She had to wait until dinner at home was finished before she could complete the task.

Qin Yao saw that she was only wearing a single piece of clothing, which was stained with sweat. She was afraid that the wind would catch her cold. She waved her hand and motioned for her to put on her clothes first, "The weather is good tonight. You can eat your dinner first and rest for a while before going up the mountain to practice more." ”

"Okay!" Yin Le agreed readily and went to the backyard to change clothes.

After October, it gets dark earlier and earlier, and now it is completely dark. Qin Yao is sitting by the door of the hall, warming herself by the fire. Facing the open door, she can see the flickering candlelight in the village. Like the stars in the sky falling to the earth.

In the candlelit night, a moving fire caught Qin Yao's attention.

Seeing the torch slowly approaching her home, Qin Yao raised her eyebrows in surprise.

It really means Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

"Awang." She called softly. In the originally empty courtyard, a gray figure suddenly appeared, holding a freshly emptied swill bucket.

"What are your orders, madam?" Awang asked with a frown. The lady usually wouldn't call him, but if she did, it would definitely not be an easy job.

Yin Le held the leftovers brought out from the hot pot and walked curiously to the kitchen door when she heard Qin Yao's instructions:
"You can take Yin Le into the mountains to practice for half an hour later. As long as it doesn't affect her work tomorrow, you can do whatever you want with the rest."

Yin Le paused in her eating movements, and the painful roar from Dalang Xiu's morning exercise on holiday seemed to still be echoing in her ears, and she was immediately frightened.

"Master." Before he could say the word "No," the tips of his ears twitched slightly. Yin Le turned to look at the door. Zhen Yubai held a torch and stopped in front of the door. She raised her hand to knock on the door.

Yin Le understood. Master was definitely not able to accompany him to practice extra tonight.

But secretly taking a look at Awang, who had no expression on his face but was obviously unhappy, Yin Le quickly took a few more mouthfuls of rice to avoid being beaten to death in a moment.

Zhen Yubai walked into the courtyard, and the cold wind blew out the torch in his hand. After a moment, it lit up again. In less than a breath, Butler Awang, who was standing in the courtyard just now, was gone.

Zhen Yubai was startled for a moment, took a deep breath to calm down, and walked towards the candle-lit main room.

"Master, what's the matter with coming here so late?"

Qin Yao stood up and smiled, led people into the main room, and pointed to the small stool next to the brazier, "It's cold, sir, you must have been freezing all the way here. You haven't been around for long, so sit down and warm yourself up by the fire."

After Mrs. Li finished cooking dinner in the evening, she went back to the backyard to rest. Qin Yao got up and got the tea cup. She picked up the boiling water on the charcoal stove and made two cups of tea.

He gave a cup to Zhen Yubai, "Master, don't dislike it."

He picked up another cup and held it in his hands without drinking. He sat down opposite Zhen Yubai and waited for him to speak first.

Zhen Yubai smiled at her, blew the tea cup gently, took a sip of tea, and then observed the surrounding environment.

Qin Yao's house didn't have much decoration, it was just a large, square room with daily necessities placed inside and a few coir raincoats and bamboo hats hanging on the wall. It was neat and bright.

Zhen Yubai looked around and sighed in her heart, but she really couldn't tell that the master was a civil servant.

It was impossible to tell that the female village chief in front of her was the owner of a stationery factory.

But seeing the snacks and fruits placed on the small table, I felt that the owner's family was well off.

Otherwise, who would be willing to use thin white noodles that have been ground seven or eight times to make snacks?
If the family was not very wealthy, such eating habits would never appear in the homes of rich farmers in mountain villages.

What a beautiful misunderstanding.

Even if her family is not rich, Qin Yao will not make any compromises when it comes to food.

After observing enough, Zhen Yubai held the tea cup in hand and slowly expressed his intention.

He was already well, and the children in the village were so eager to go to school, so he came to the village chief to discuss the date when the school would start.

Qin Yao smiled. She was planning to ask Awang to notify Zhen Yubai tomorrow to prepare for classes, but they came to him to discuss the date of starting classes. Could Zhen Yubai still hear their voices?