Chapter 295: The Imperial Master Pays a Lot of Money to See the Lady
Feng was touched to the core by this, and she picked up the little guy and couldn't help teasing him.
"You little rascal, how dare your mother not take you with her? Otherwise, if you stay at home, I'm afraid you'll blow the roof off the house."
Jiang Fengze smiled, and after this was settled, he rolled up his sleeves and went out to get firewood to burn the kang.
It's cold in the north, and although it's still autumn now, the big kang has to be burned twice a day, and it must be kept warm all the time so that the children can lie comfortably.
After Xiao Nuobao had eaten his fill, he curled up his legs and lay in a row with Chun Ge, enjoying the comfort of the warm kang.
In late autumn, farmers don't have much work to do.
Most of the women were at home pickling vegetables or sewing winter clothes, while the men went up the mountain to chop firewood and pick up dry pine cones. It can be said that men farmed and women wove, and they were very happy.
Feng had some free time, and she missed Feng Jing in the city, so she asked Fengnian to bring him something.
There was no kang in the dormitory of the academy, so people could only rely on the stove for heating.
Feng took out two sets of thick pants, cotton shoes, a pair of sheepskin knee pads, and the kidney bean and pork buns that had just come out of the pot, and put them all into the bag.
Xiao Nuobao thought that his fourth brother was still learning to paint, so he had to squeeze out some tuition fees from his pocket money.
So while her mother was packing, she climbed onto the suitcase, took out two gold melon seeds, and tried to secretly stuff them into her fourth brother's pants.
But this time, Feng saw it all.
She pinched the girl's fat hand and slapped her, "You little girl, what are you doing again? You messed up the clothes that mother had sorted... Oh my, why did you put gold in there! You are afraid that your fourth brother is not eye-catching enough, so you want him to carry the gold melon seeds as a conspicuous bag in the academy, right!"
Little Nuobao stuck out his tongue, like a little mouse caught stealing oil, he used his hands and feet to crawl away along the edge of the kang.
Feng was so amused that she had to take out twenty taels of silver and exchanged the gold melon seeds.
"Gold scraps are too ostentatious. If you want to give money to your fourth brother, at least turn it into silver." Feng snorted at the concubine.
Seeing that his fourth brother had pocket money, little Nuobao leaned back with joy, like a turtle showing its belly, and his hands and feet were fluttering with joy.
Seeing her like this, Feng couldn't help grinning.
Who wouldn't be happy to have such a cute child?
Feng was so happy that she walked as if she was stepping on cotton. She turned around and left the house and put the bag on the carriage.
When Jiang Fengnian drove into the city, it was just past noon and it was the quarter after 3 p.m. Jiang Fengnian
guessed that the academy was in session at this time, and Jiang Fengnian was afraid of disturbing his brother's hard work, so he wanted to hand the things to the doorman and leave.
Unexpectedly, when he was about to reach Wei's Academy, Jiang Fengnian saw Feng Jing standing at the door, talking to Ali.
"Isn't this the messenger from the inner palace? What did he come to see the fourth brother for?" Jiang Fengnian murmured in surprise.
He hurried to catch the carriage, and when he passed by, Ali had just left, and Feng Jing was holding a gold ingot, playing in the autumn wind.
Jiang Fengnian was surprised and even stretched out his hand to cover the gold ingot, "You kid, how can you hold such a valuable thing, shining in the open, and you are not afraid of being robbed. By the way, why did Ali give you the gold, and why did you take it?"
Feng Jing was also a little surprised.
He came back to his senses and said in confusion, "Brother, this is not given to me for free. It is a reward from Lord Ali for asking me to do something."
"What can he ask you to do?" Jiang Fengnian was even more surprised.
Feng Jing scratched his head, "He...he wants me to continue drawing comic strips for my sister and give them to him when I'm done..."
It turned out that in the morning, Ali found out that Feng Jing was studying here and knew that Feng Ze's picture book was all from Feng Jing's hand.
So he specially came to ask him to continue drawing, and to focus on drawing Xiao Nuobao.
As for the reason, he just said that he wanted to see it.
In fact, Mu Yihan has been depressed recently, and the only thing that can make him smile is this small picture book.
Ever since that day, after rushing to Sanqing Temple, the real person in the temple refused to meet him for some reason.
Helpless, Mu Yihan sent people to surround the Taoist temple, but the Taoist priest was so angry that he let his dog bite him and refused to come out.
Mu Yihan was in a low mood, and whenever he wanted to relieve himself, he would pick up the book and look at the little girl on it.
But seeing that the edges of the book were worn out, and the rice paper with the picture of the stinky baby was about to be smeared, Ah Li asked Feng Jing to draw some new ones in order to increase the "therapeutic effect".
"That master said that if I paint two pages every day, he will give me one or two taels of gold. It's gold! Every day!" Feng Jing touched the "hard object" in his hand, his throat tightened, "Here are ten taels of gold, which he paid me in advance."
Jiang Fengnian's eyes widened, and he just wanted to be happy, "There is such a good thing, you are promising, if you paint every day, wouldn't it make more money than opening Xianquanju?"
Jiang Fengjing's face was slightly red, and he felt ashamed.
After all, even if a master painter went into battle, it would be difficult to make so much money.
After receiving the bag given by his elder brother and returning to the dormitory, Jiang Fengjing looked at the white paper on the table and suddenly came up with a new idea.
He took out the pen and ink and drew eight grids on the white paper.
I plan to add more plots to my painting next time I paint my sister, and try my best to make it worth the daily salary!
Jiang Fengjing was inspired and decided to pick up his sister from the water and start painting at Jiang's house.
He sat down quickly and wrote, "Episode 1, Fairy Baby's first visit to Jiang's house!"
Jiang Fengjing decided on the name somehow, and raised the corners of his lips, and then buried his head in painting...
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A day passed leisurely.
The next morning, Feng pushed the door open, and what came into view was a white frost on the ground.
The autumn frost was as thin as snow flakes, and it wilted the dead leaves on the branches, making the end of late autumn even more murderous.
The villagers heated up the kang at home, walked out of the house slowly, stretched their old waists twice, and swept their own courtyards.
Soon, white smoke came out of the chimneys of each household. The adults and children rubbed their hands and went into the house to warm up and eat.
After feeding the chickens and ducks, Feng's face was a little red when she went into the house again.
"It's much colder this morning than yesterday, third brother, take a small blanket into the car later. It's a long way to Liujiagou, so you can cover your sister with it."
"Oh, by the way, let's equip the back of our carriage with a firebox. Put some firewood in it and light it when the horse starts running, so that the carriage can also be warm." Feng said.
The coldest place is in the north. It's just the beginning of frost, and the thin jacket can't be worn anymore.
Little Nuobao was put in a thick satin skirt by her mother, and a gold-woven cotton vest outside the vest, so that she could go out without worry.
The short vest is light purple, with snow-white otter fur edges on the cuffs and hem, and a row of amethyst bead buttons, which makes the little guy look particularly white and tender, like a jumping bunny.
After sitting in the carriage and wrapped in a blanket, the little Nuobao looked like she was about to become a ball. She was so happy with her little face that everyone wanted to hug her.
Feng Miao left his school bag behind and refused to go to the school. He kept begging to go with him to play.
Feng had no choice but to pull him up. Otherwise, if she left this naughty boy at home, he would not be able to study and might even cause trouble for Mr. Zhang.
Li Qiqiao stood outside the carriage and handed over a bag of steamed buns made of white flour. "Mother, I heard from my eldest brother yesterday that there were refugees in the city. Xianquanju steamed too many steamed buns this morning. I guess we can't eat them for two meals. Why don't you take some on the road? If you meet refugees, you can share some with them. It's better than wasting them on us."
Feng took the steamed buns through the small window. Before she could ask about the refugees, Jiang Fengze, who was impatient, swung his long whip.
As the horses started running, the whole carriage was filled with heat.
It turned out that there was a small stove on the board at the end of the carriage, connected to the hot box under the seat. Once it was heated, it was very warm and very comfortable in this cold weather.
Xiao Nuobao and Feng Miao both found it novel. They lay on the ground and stared at it, clapping their hands and laughing.
Feng finally managed to get them to sit down. They were grinning and chewing the butterfly cakes until the crumbs fell all over the floor.
Feng, as a mother, was helpless. She had to turn her head to look at the scenery before she could resist the urge to beat Feng Miao.
After rushing for about half an hour, they finally arrived at Liujiagou.
This was a big village. As soon as they entered the village, Feng heard a few rough men swearing.
"You still think you are a rich young master!"
"Bah! You have been forced to come to the farm. You are just a working servant. The master is kind enough to let you sleep in the stable. You have no right to complain!"
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