Farmer's little Fubao is cheating

Chapter 179 The city is full of tricycles

A female doll over eight years old, with delicate facial features like a fairy, and a complexion like porcelain jade.

At first glance, the whole person seems to be glowing.

The girl's mother also has fair skin and looks extremely young.

Even the two maids are very pretty and look better than those pampered young ladies.

Myolie Li looked down at her hands.

The hands that were originally covered with frostbite were mostly healed, and even the frostbite on the feet was almost healed.

This Haitang Garden is indeed a blessed place, with both water and soil nourishing people.

I just don't know how Miss Chang'an makes amulets. In the past few days since I've been here, I've been watching her write and draw, but she doesn't seem to be doing anything else.

Chang'an noticed that Myolie Li was looking at him, so he couldn't help but look over and met her eyes.

Myolie Li quickly lowered her head, feeling nervous.

Chang'an didn't say anything. After having dinner with the little princess, he took her to the house to paint.

She sat on the warm Kang, next to a large window with glass panels.

Chang'an touched a handful of colored glaze and thought to himself that he would hire someone to make a greenhouse out of colored glaze. This way, he could eat a lot of vegetables at home in the winter.

Through the glass window, Chang'an saw Li Xing'er and Lian Xinxiaoju bringing the food from the hall into the kitchen, and then packing some for the guards and Li Niu who were sitting in the back seat.

Lian Xin repackaged the dishes and food and sent them to the car dealership for gold and silver paintings.

Afterwards, several maids and the palace maids ate in the kitchen and boiled water to wash the dishes.

After they finish their work, they go back to their rooms to rest or read.

Lian Xin and Xiao Ju have already learned a lot of words from Chang An, and it is easy to read the words in the comic book.

Myolie Li curiously looked at the picture albums in their hands and asked: "Sister Lianxin, sister Xiaoju, was this picture album also painted by Miss Chang'an?"

"Of course." Xiaoju said proudly: "Our lady is the smartest and the best."

Now her and Lian Xin's money has increased to twelve people, which is more than Miss Houfu's money.

Myolie Li blinked and asked, "What else does Miss Chang'an do besides painting?"

"Why are you asking so much?" Lian Xin gave her a white look and warned: "If you want to stay here as an errand, be honest and don't be curious about everything."

Myolie Li said softly: "I know."

Xiaoju also reacted and asked: "Li Xing'er, what did you do before?"

Myolie Li thought for a while and said, "My family is farming, and I used to farm too."

"Oh?" Lian Xin glanced at her and asked, "Then what do you grow at home?"

Myolie Li: “Millet and millet.”

"Then do you know when millet is sown? And when millet is sown?" Lian Xin asked.

Myolie Li felt weak and whispered: "I'm young and don't understand this."

Xiaoju rolled her eyes and asked with a smile: "Then what do you know? When I gave you a bath that day, I saw the scars on your back from being whipped. Are your brothers and sisters slaves who escaped from somewhere?"

Myolie Li opened her eyes wide and shook her head: "No"

Xiaoju snorted: "If it's not the case, then what happened to the whip marks?"

"Yes, it was my parents who beat me." Myolie Li's voice was as low as a mosquito.

Lian Xin curled her lips and kicked Xiao Ju: "Hurry up and write. The lady wants you to recognize ten words every day. If you miss one, you will be punished by copying it twenty times."

Xiaoju understood, holding the book and reading, and soon dozed off.

After a pause, Lian Xin said again: "Myolie Li, give me the third volume of The Monkey King." Myolie Li quickly took out a book from Xiaoju and handed it over.

Lian Xin took the picture album over and looked through it slowly.

In the evening, when Lian Xin served Chang An to wash up, she whispered: "That Li Xing'er has been lying. She clearly knows the words but says she doesn't know them. Also, there are whip marks on her back and calluses on her palms. The calluses are on the second joint of the index finger and "The tiger's mouth."

Chang'an nodded: "I understand, just pay more attention to her from now on, and don't do anything else."

She wanted to see what she had planned for others.

At the car dealership, even if you quit, the Marquis and Wangfu will take over, and no one else can get involved if they want to, so the brother and sister definitely didn't come here for this reason.

Chang'an thought about it over and over again, and it was the so-called amulet that people missed the most.

So what kind of person was sent by Wang Shilang? Or is there something wrong with dad?
It seems that next time I send beads to my father, I will have to change the object.

Time flies, and winter passes in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of early spring, Changan bought several fruit trees from the market and planted them in the backyard.

There are jujube trees, as well as red flowers and persimmons.

The peach and apricot trees were planted last year and are already blooming this year.

At noon, Chang'an dressed up as a young man and rode two-wheeled vehicles with Zhao Yuan to the craftsman's place. On the way, he met courtiers going to court, and saw three-wheeled vehicles carrying those first-, second-, and third-grade officials home, which was a spectacular sight. .

Each tricycle is driven by a tall and powerful man. There is no need to shout when encountering pedestrians, just ring the bell.

However, the three wheels of high-ranking officials are guarded by followers or escorts on both sides, so that no one can get close to them.

After the three rounds of the officials, those slow official sedans followed.

Set off by the luxurious and novel three-wheeled carriages, these official sedans looked very rustic, and those who sat in them felt a little unhappy.

The people in the sedan felt even more depressed when they encountered those two-wheeled vehicles whizzing by.

"Hey! Stop here, kid!" Zheng Zhi, who was sitting in the sedan, saw Zhao Yuan passing by the sedan. He quickly stuck his head out from the sedan door and waved to him.

Zhao Yuan quickly got out of the car, parked the two-wheeler, and gave Guo Xiang a fist in his arms: "I have seen Mr. Guo, why do you call me little?"

Guo Xiang frowned and said, "I just want to ask, when will my customized three-wheeler be delivered?"

Zhao Yuan put on a professional smile: "Come on, the carriage style you chose is too strange, and it takes a lot of time to make, so it will be delayed for a few more days."

Guo Xiang snorted: "You must be right! Don't hesitate and perfunctory me!"

"How dare you, young one?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile: "It will only be in five days. I will ensure your satisfaction by then."

This sincere Hou is not young yet, but his childlike innocence still remains, and he actually chose a monster-shaped tricycle.

Because it was the first time for the craftsmen to do it, the completion was slower.

"Okay, I will go and get it myself when the time comes." Marquis Chengyi retracted the sedan chair and ordered it to be lifted up.

Zhao Yuan watched the sedan go away, then got back on the carriage and said to Chang'an: "When our new batch of styles comes out, I wonder if they will be accepted by others?"

Chang'an: "How can we sell more goods if we don't come up with new styles? Just wait and see, after the Flower Festival, our tricycles and two-wheelers will be very popular again."

She saw many strange three-wheel styles from the little goldfish, and each one was very beautiful, so she drew some and asked the carpenters to make them.

These styles are also displayed in the store for customers to choose and customize.

Zhao Yuan smiled: "Chang'an, what are you going to do with so much money?"

Chang'an was stunned: "I don't plan to do anything, I just feel that the money is more comfortable, and I can do whatever I want in the future."

After half a year, she gradually saved more than 50,000 taels of silver.

This money seems like a lot, but it is not enough to feed Daddy's soldiers for a year.