The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 153 The Flower Blooms on the Moshang ([-])
"Tables and chairs are not what people on the prairie should use. They are inconvenient to move with the carriage, but since Miss Tang is not used to woolen blankets, I will ask someone to make tables and chairs in a while." Ji Niang saw Tang Shanshan's face was ugly, And Zhuo Tu was sitting upright, not intending to comfort Tang Shanshan at all, so he hurriedly smoothed things over.

Ji Niang believes that as long as King Khan likes it, as long as it is suitable for King Khan and the grassland, a little hobby is not a big deal, and there is no need to make King Khan and the future empress angry.

Tang Shanshan remained silent, and reluctantly accepted Ji Niang's proposal, but the excitement she had when she first came to Yaksa this time has faded a lot.

She likes the grassland. On the endless green carpet, unknown flowers bloom one after another, swaying in the wind, herds of cattle and sheep, and galloping horses are the first sights she has seen in two lifetimes.

Being able to ride a horse and run freely on the vast grassland, compared to the tofu-sized sky in the square walls of the capital, compared to the smell of copper and corruption in the capital, compared to the ladies and wives in the capital Mouth smiling and pretending to be reserved, the atmosphere of the grassland is free and intoxicating.

Tang Shanshan couldn't help but fell in love with this grassland.

It's just that someone always makes her very angry. She had already said last time that she couldn't get used to this blanket, but this time it was still this depressing wool blanket.

Tang Shanshan puffed up and sat on the felt instead of kneeling like Zhuotu.

Seeing Zhuo Tu frown, Tang Shanshan snorted softly, feeling much refreshed in her heart. This guy, since meeting again in September last year, has always had a sullen face and didn't agree with her at all. I really don't want to talk to him anymore.

But when Ji Niang talked about his childhood, she couldn't let it go.

so tangled.

The maid had already set the tableware such as dishes and knives. Tang Shanshan fell silent, picked up the silver knife and handed it to Zhuotu with a smile: "Wipe it for me."

Zhuotu looked calm, glanced at the silver knife, frowned and said, "It's very clean."

The silver knife was washed clean, and the light was bright after wiping. Zhuotu didn't understand what was there to wipe, and looked at Tang Shanshan suspiciously. When did she become so delicate.

(End of this chapter)