Genius son best mother

Chapter 57 Special Design Drawings
"Mei Ziqian, it's already this time. Didn't I see you, I'm sick? I'm sick, I'm really sick, I'm like this, you don't let me go, and you torture me with magic sounds. You said how did you get the title of Mr. Ya, I think you should be called Mr. Cold-blooded, just like that big iceberg, heartless and cold-blooded."

"Really? It seems that I shouldn't just say a few words lightly, I should fly the pigeon to pass the letter over immediately. In this way, it is in line with the cold-blooded son that Mr. Nangong said, right?"

Mei Ziqian's purplish-blue lips spoke out each word slowly.

Forehead--

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Mei Ziqian, I think there must be a misunderstanding between us. I made a slip of the tongue just now. What I actually wanted to say was the big iceberg. It's a big iceberg. It has nothing to do with you, Mei Ziqian. You Mei Ziqian still That elegant young man praised by everyone in the capital is not a cold-blooded young man."

Hearing that Mei Ziqian planned to fly a pigeon to pass on the letter, Nangong Chuli suppressed no matter how angry he was, and he kept telling himself in his heart.

Young Master, I will bear it, I will bear it, I will bear it again.

Mei Ziqian, you'd better not have anything in the young master's hands in the future.

Otherwise, the young master will make you cry for your father and mother.

Humph--

Nangong Chuli let out a cold snort of protest, he turned his face away, and decided not to talk to Mei Ziqian anymore.

The so-called out of sight, out of mind, as long as you don't look at Mei Ziqian's annoying face, Nangong Chuli thought to himself.

However, right now he can only express dissatisfaction in his heart, and he still has some scruples when he really expresses dissatisfaction.

And at this time, Mu Ranran was serving the boiled snow pear, rock sugar and white fungus soup. She put the first bowl in front of Nangong Chuli, followed by Mei Ziqian's bowl, and finally Gu Liusu's.

Obviously, at this time, because Nangong Chuli received Mu Ranran's first attention, his expression and movements were once again unmistakable.

And Gu Liusu gave Nangong Chuli a blank look again, and Mei Ziqian gave Nangong Chuli a nonchalant look, as if warning him that it's best to stop in moderation.

In this kind of atmosphere, with the undercurrents surging between the three men, even if Mu Ranran's nerves were rough, she could smell something different, so she found an excuse and slipped away.

"By the way, it's all ready for breakfast here, you three take your time, Chun Miao and I have something to go to the village head, after all, the matter of this house needs to be resolved quickly."

"Otherwise, it's not a problem to live in other people's homes for a long time, so after dinner, you can clean up by yourself. If you want to eat what I made for lunch, that's fine. Just wait until I come back."

"The place where the fire should be fired should be at Dr. Gu's house. It will be convenient for you to eat, and it will be convenient for me to cook. That's it, I'm leaving first."

She didn't want to stay here any longer, lest when the three of them opened fire, the flames would splash on her.

Thinking of this, she pulled Li Chunmiao over and hurriedly left Gu Liusu's courtyard.

Then let Li Chunmiao lead the way and hurried towards the village chief's house.

After arriving at the village chief's house, Mu Ranran didn't say anything polite. She put down a few packs of snacks in her hand, greeted the village chief Zhao Liren, and then went straight to the point with Li Chunmiao and explained to the village chief Zhao Liren The purpose of their trip.

"Village chief, look, can we sign the contract for the three lands at the head of the village?"

"Of course you can sign it. I'm waiting for you. It's just right for you to come. I've prepared the contract. You only need to sign and deposit."

As for the village chief, Zhao Liren, he had been waiting for Mu Ranran to come over and sign the land contract.

She didn't see her here, so naturally there was no embarrassment, and he directly took out the contract, signed and pledged by both parties, and the completion was quite smooth.

As for Li Chunmiao, she wanted to buy the three lands next door to Mu Ranran, and the village chief didn't mean to make things difficult for her, but the price of the land was not like the discount given to Mu Ranran, it was only seven taels of silver per room.

That was completely in accordance with the regulations, and the price was set at eight taels of silver.

"Mr. Li, according to the regulations, the land of your three rooms is eight taels of silver per room. Given the situation of your family, the old man can't give you special care, so I can't give you a cheaper price. I don't know if you have any other ideas?"

"Village Chief, I don't have any other ideas. You can say as much as you want. Anyway, I, Li Chunmiao, believe in your character as the village chief. You are the most fair and will not let us farmers suffer."

Li Chunmiao naturally had no objection to this, she was not jealous that Mu Ranran could pay seven taels of silver, but was happy for her, thinking that she could save three taels of silver, which was a good thing.

As for the land she wanted to buy for eight taels of silver, she didn't bargain with the village chief either.

Anyway, she felt that eight taels of silver for the land at the head of the village was worth the price, so she didn't show any dissatisfaction, but rather simply asked the village chief Zhao Liren to hand over the contract.

The village chief was delighted to hear Li Chunmiao's words. Who wouldn't listen to good things, right?
Therefore, the two parties were quite happy afterwards, signed and pledged smoothly, and quickly completed the procedure of buying and selling the land.

After completing the procedures for buying and selling the land, Mu Ranran and Li Chunmiao went back to Gu Liusu's place, and borrowed Gu Liusu's pen, ink, paper and inkstone. While drawing the blueprint of her house, Mu Ranran explained to Li Chunmiao.

But Li Chunmiao was looking at the blueprint of the house and was amazed, but he didn't listen to Mu Ranran's words, and only cared about admiring it.

"I said Ranniang, if this house is built, I'm afraid it will be the only one in a hundred miles. It's so beautiful, even better than Liu Yuanwai's house. I've decided, I'm going to marry Ranniang If you make the same one, even if it costs a little more, it’s still worth it, it’s beautiful, it’s so beautiful.”

Hearing Li Chunmiao's repeated praises, Nangong Chuli, who had previously wondered what Mu Ranran was doing with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, turned her head curiously.

At this sight, his peach blossom eyes immediately sparkled.

"I said, Mrs. Mu, how did you grow your brain? How did you come up with such a unique and exquisite house? This is definitely unique in the Tianfeng Dynasty, absolutely."

"In the future, if I build a house like this in the capital, it will definitely brighten their eyes. This is also suitable as a gift. Anyway, it's my mother's birthday next month, so give her such a unique gift." A gift, she should like it very much."

"That's it, I don't have to worry about what gifts to give, Mrs. Mu, please, give me a copy of the drawing of your house, okay?"

As soon as Nangong Chuli said this, Mu Ranran couldn't help complaining in her heart.

A rich man is indeed a rich man, and a birthday gift is a house.

If it was in her era, the house was the most valuable thing, and some people may not be able to earn enough money for a house even if they spend their entire lives working hard to make money.

This guy is good, give a birthday gift, just like this house, it is a house in the capital, this is really too rich, too extravagant!
Thinking of this, the corners of Mu Ranran's mouth twitched inexplicably.

But when Nangong Chuli saw her, she misunderstood.

"Mrs. Mu, if you find it difficult, then I will pay you for the blueprint of your house, okay?"

As soon as Nangong Chuli finished speaking, she met Mu Ranran with a big white eye.

"Why do you want to buy everything with money? Let me tell you, my design is priceless. Except for free gifts to relatives and friends, the rest have no share. If you want to buy it, I won't sell it to you."

Brat, could it be that she, Mu Ranran, is a snobbish person who gets into the eyes of money in his eyes?It really pissed her off.

And Nangong Chuli finally understood that he had said something wrong.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mu, I didn't intend to insult you with money, I just thought, since it's the only blueprint, if you want to earn some money with this design, it's reasonable. That's why I asked this question, there is really no other meaning."

"Okay, I don't know you yet. You're a bastard. If I care too much about you, it will make me look stingy. All right, if you want this blueprint, it's not impossible. Anyway, you can be regarded as a kind of relatives and friends, and you are my son's master, so you can give it to you for free."

While talking, Mu Ranran started to draw a pen, and drew another design for Nangong Chuli.

The blueprint she drew was obviously different from the blueprint of her own house.

However, from the appearance of the house, Nangong Chuli knew very well that if his mother had to choose, she would definitely choose the second design.

Because this design drawing looks resplendent and magnificent, unlike the house Mu Ranran designed for herself, it is in a small and fresh rural style, a bit like a small bridge in the south of the Yangtze River.

"How about it? Nangong Chuli, will your mother like this set of unique house design drawings more?"

Mu Ranran blew the wet ink on the paper and delivered it to Nangong Chuli.

"That's true. According to my mother's usual preferences, your house design will indeed make my mother like it more."

Nangong Chuli also had to admit this.

"That's good, as long as your mother likes this style, if you give it away, it will be considered to be in line with your mother's wishes. And sending out a birthday gift that suits your mother's wishes can also be regarded as a meaningful birthday gift. It seems that you have put a lot of thought into it, so your mother will definitely be very happy to have such a caring son like you."

"Mrs. Mu is still considerate. Thank you, Mrs. Mu."

Nangong Chuli carefully rolled up the house design as if she had found a treasure, and told Aran to keep it safe.

"You don't need to be so polite. If you really thank me, you can just teach my son how to practice martial arts in the future."

(End of this chapter)