after marrying stepbrother

Chapter 1050 Qi Heng Was Fooled

Chapter 1050 Qi Heng Was Fooled

"Miss Zhang, eat melon seeds."

Seeing that Zhang Qing'er kept silent, Hu Mian pushed a plate of melon seeds over, he faltered and didn't know what to say.

"Are you usually in the village, just reading?"

Last night, Zhang Qing'er had a close look at Hu Mian's paintings. His control over the details was quite precise, and his level was not inferior to that of a so-called master.

"Yes."

Speaking of reading, Hu Mian is very ashamed. He has been obsessed with it for a long time, and he has burdened his parents and elder brothers and sister-in-law too much.

Although he passed the examination as a scholar, he does not plan to continue the scientific examination for the time being, but to earn enough money for travel expenses first.

"Then do you plan to marry a wife?"

Zhang Qing'er asked quite directly, there is no conflict between studying and getting married and having children.

"Not before, but now."

Hu Mian answered honestly, not daring to look up at Zhang Qing'er.

The girl in front of him was very bold and subverted his cognition. He had never seen him matchmaking for himself.

Hu Mian's family background is ordinary and he doesn't have much money. He doesn't know what Zhang Qing'er likes in him.

If the two get married, they have to give him half a year to earn money, at least to make the marriage more lively, and the necessary dowry is indispensable.

"The reason why I act as a matchmaker for myself is because I have retired from marriage."

These, the other party will know sooner or later, Zhang Qing'er did not hide it.

The first time she saw Hu Mian, she felt a little joy in her heart, which was completely different from facing Lin Qian.

Zhang Qing'er was very frank. Although she felt inferior because of being divorced, she didn't think it was her fault.

"Why?"

Hu Mian froze for a moment while pouring tea, and hurriedly asked.

"Do you have any opinion on the woman who retired?"

Zhang Qing'er smiled wryly. In fact, Hu Mian had opinions on this, and she could accept it.

Back then, when he divorced Lin Qian, many people in the capital knew about it. It had no effect on Lin Qian. At most, he was said to be romantic, but Zhang Qing'er found it difficult to find a marriage.

From the north to the south, she is getting older, even if she is the daughter of an official family, she will inevitably be rejected by others.

"That's not what it means here."

Last year, a woman in Hujia Village was divorced. The woman couldn't think about it, and hanged herself at the entrance of the village in the middle of the night.

Hu Mian just thinks it's unfair, the resignation is a matter between the two families, why let the woman bear everything, it only damages the woman's reputation.

Zhang Qing'er didn't hide anything, she couldn't explain the matter between her and Lin Qian in a few words, she only grasped the key points and explained it simply.

"Miss Zhang, you don't have to worry about this."

Hu Mian's parents are not pedantic, so they don't care about this.

It's just that under the current conditions of his family, Zhang Qing'er might be wronged if she married in.

"You don't dislike me for being divorced, why should I dislike you for being poor?"

Zhang Qing'er simply let it go and said that she doesn't like romance, she just wants to have more fireworks and live a down-to-earth life.

The family she is going to marry has a simple population, and she wants to live a comfortable life with simple food and light meals, without so much intrigue and nonsense.

Before coming to the fishing village, Zhang Qing'er also thought that she would marry into a noble family, and then she would be a well-behaved little daughter-in-law, serving her husband and mother-in-law, and accumulating strength to compete with concubines.

After arriving in the fishing village, she found that it was not the life she wanted.

In the fishing village, there is unity and harmony, and there is smoke and fire in the plain, she lives a full and happy life every day.

It doesn't matter to Hu Mianqiong, Zhang Qing'er is rich, but if she marries into the family, she will not save the poor, and the money must be created by her own hands, not given and handed out by others.

……

The sun was westward, and Qi Heng had been walking around the market for quite a while.

Seeing that it will be New Year's Eve in a few days, the gift he gave to his wife has not been settled yet.

What should I give?Clothes, jewelry, or send something different and creative?
Qi Heng calculated one link after another, but whenever he wanted to give Lin Yuesha a gift, he was entangled, embarrassed, thought hard and even stayed up all night.

Thinking of the charming last night, Qi Heng touched his face, he was a thief.

Guilty of being a thief, the lady didn't even notice it, she thought it was the red mark left by the fire on the corner of her mouth.

Originally, he was very careful, but unexpectedly, he still left some clues.

"Excellent rouge powder, covering small spots, the effect is amazing!"

A shopkeeper carrying a load passed by and yelled, and immediately many women gathered around, carrying fresh gadgets.

The shopkeeper came from the south, and he didn't bring many things. Every piece of high-quality goods was waiting to make a fortune a few years ago.

Qi Heng passed by the shopkeeper's stall, stopped in his footsteps, and hesitated for a while.

There are face powders with miraculous concealing effects, how about buying a box for the lady?
Covering the red marks around her mouth like this, Lin Yuesha won't be suspicious.

"Big brother, why don't you come and see the incense powder?"

The shopkeeper sniffed and smelled a smell of fat sheep.

Most of the people who come to the stall to buy things are women. If a man comes, it must be for his sweetheart.

Looking at the clothes of the person in front of him, the salesman quickly positioned Qi Heng.

"This kind of face powder has never been seen in the Northland, and the spots on my face can be easily covered!"

A girl in a floral jacket asked, "How much does this box of incense powder cost?"

"50 taels of silver."

The shopkeeper had a serious expression on his face. This was the most valuable item he brought.

"What, so expensive?"

The woman who asked the price was shocked, and it took a while to realize that she couldn't afford it.

"If you can't afford it, don't try it out. Why do you take advantage of it?"

The peddler snatched the box of face powder, and he bought goods from the north to the south, and the trip cost more than 30 taels. He can endure hardships, sleeps in Tongpu at night, and eats steamed buns.

The money for the travel expenses must be added to the goods.

The things in the south are exquisite, and there are many girls he likes. He keeps the more expensive ones and sells them in rich people's homes.

Soon, the women at the booth showed that they liked it but couldn't afford it.

"What is the powder made of?"

Qi Heng stood still and asked the shopkeeper with a straight face.

Surrounded by women, Qi Heng felt very uncomfortable, but in order to please his wife, he had to buy incense powder.

Zhang Qing'er mentioned that the rouge and gouache in the south should be more delicate, but Qi Heng didn't understand, so let's just believe it.

"Rice flour is mixed with pearl powder, rubbed on it to make it moist and natural."

Seeing that Fat Sheep didn't understand, the salesman said casually, "We have unscrupulous businessmen in the Northland who mixed lead powder into the face powder. It looks good when applied, but after a long time of use, spots will appear on the face. The gain outweighs the gain."

You get what you pay for, and the incense powder he sells is expensive for a reason.

"I want it."

Qi Heng listened, and felt that what the salesman said made sense. He immediately threw out a bank note, wrapped the powder carefully and put it in his sleeve pocket, and hurried away under the "envious, jealous and hateful" eyes of all the women.

As soon as the people left, the shopkeeper immediately packed up his things.

"Brother, does what you just said mean?"

The woman who first tried the face powder curled her lips. She didn't expect that there are people who are stupid and have a lot of money. They will give 50 taels of silver if they ask, and they will not counter the price.

The shopkeeper's incense powder is not bad, worth at most two hundred cash, and it's not something from the south.

(End of this chapter)