The Transmigrated Farming Girl

Because it is still spring in March, the day is not warm, pedestrians on the street are wearing cotton padded jacket.

But this stall is selling fans. What it sells are ordinary paper fans, most of which are for men, and some for women.

"Auntie, why are you selling paper fans this day? Will someone buy them?"

Xiaoyu picks up a paper fan and opens it. It shows a courtyard. Through the courtyard, she can see the solemn mountains in the distance.

She doesn't know how to draw, but she thinks it's very good.

"Yes, but very few. Girl, buy one and give it to your husband. " The old lady who is stained by the wind and frost looks warmly at the young master in red behind Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu knew that she misunderstood and didn't explain. She just yelled at the back: "brother, you can see what you like. I'll buy it for you."

Aunt Ganxiao, it turns out that they are brothers and sisters, but they are really good-looking. They are more handsome than the boy under Guanyin.

"You're too stingy, aren't you? It's worth a few Wen. " Jiang feibai was disgusted, but he still came this way.

The old lady explained with a smile, "we can't compete with those with better money because of our small business. But these paper fans are all made by my husband himself. The quality is guaranteed to be very good."

Jiang feibai doesn't care about her. She opens a paper fan at will.

I don't think it's any good. The paper is coarse and the bamboo is thick and thin. Although the painting has some artistic conception, it's the work of a small family, which can't be elegant.

Xiaoyu thinks that although it can't catch up with them, it also uses her heart.

"You said your husband did it?" Generally, people in this field will hire people to draw pictures and then make them by themselves. Has this person ever read a book?

"Yes, he did it all by himself." The woman's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, which shows that the relationship between husband and wife is good.

"Why don't you find another job? It's such a weather that few people patronize. Listen to my mother, your husband should have read books, right

"Yes, my husband had a good knowledge when he was young, and he was often praised by his husband." Said here, also smiling face slightly pulled down, some distressed and sad.

Xiaoyu asked, "isn't that a good thing? Why are you so sad? "

Jiang feibai had no intention of these paper fans. He was a little curious when the vendor talked about his husband, so he stopped to listen carefully.

The woman sighed, "my husband is very smart, but he doesn't deal with people very much. That's why he was interrupted when he was admitted as a scholar."

Speaking of this, I can't go on. My eyebrows and eyes are getting dark.

Xiaoyu sighs. She has already guessed that her husband's legs are gone, and the scholars will never know anything.

I can only make some paper fans at home for women to sell.

It's not good to ask why she didn't let her children sell it.

"Don't be sad, madam. Life will be better. I'll buy two fans." He picked up a paper fan and a round fan at random, and then put down a silver or two on the stall.

The old lady rushed out and yelled, "girl, if you give me too much, just 5 Wen will be enough."

Light rain pretended not to hear, a few people quickly forward.

Just be a help.

The woman saw that the man had gone far away, looked at her stall, gritted her teeth and decided to wait here.

Xiaoyu continues to stroll forward, holding a fan in his hand. There is a woman on it, who is bowing her head to embroider.

Jiang feibai took the rough paper fan, his eyes were full of disgust, "such a thing, how can it be worthy of the identity of our master."

But he didn't throw it away.