Chapter 122 He Can't Give It
He seems to offer a generous price, but in fact he has a lot of ulterior motives.
He can't wait for an hour, so he probably wants to wait for the delivery worker and ask where the stuff came from.
Zhu Yunying twisted the money in her purse and shrugged.
Who cares!
This deal is done!
She hurried back to the jeep and soon left the grove.
Song Xiaotian was panting as he pedaled his bicycle. When he arrived at the grove, he kept an eye out for tire tracks along the way, but to no avail.
I thought the goods had not been delivered yet, so I was hoping for a lucky break!
Unexpectedly, 200 baskets had already been neatly stacked in the open space in the woods.
He burst out laughing.
This is to guard against him!
Quite interesting.
Looking forward to the next transaction.
…
Zhu Yunyao returned to the courtyard, cracked melon seeds, and reviewed her recent trial business.
Ask Sister Dong to sell Chinese herbal medicine. She tries it the first time but then turns around and sells it to the customer. We can only wait and see!
When Master Song was asked to sell silk cocoons and cotton, he was still not prepared enough, and was afraid that every word and every turn he made might do something bad.
Not right, not right!
The situation has been unstable in recent years. It would be unprofitable to lose money just for a small profit!
In the final analysis, primary agricultural products cannot be sold at high prices, so we can only make small profits but quick turnover, which is restricted!
If it is possible to make finished products, the profit margin will be huge.
Still have to make clothes!
Since the heroine Lu Fangfang in the original book started her business by making clothes, she still has to make clothes!
Find an opportunity, stock up on fabrics, learn how to make clothes, and sell clothes!
I’ve made up my mind!
She returned to the space, rummaged through, found some cotton cloth, and then took out the sewing machine.
As usual, these things cannot appear out of thin air.
She sneaked out, put the things outside the compound, and asked Xiao Zhang to bring them back.
Xiao Zhang was still muttering: "Sister-in-law, why didn't you let me bring it back with you?"
"They said they could deliver it to my door, but who knew they were just lying! Hehe!"
Zhu Yunying put the things into the bedroom.
After looking around, he went into the cloakroom, searched around, and picked out a simplest style of braid.
Hiss——
With a few scissors cuts, it was taken apart into pieces along the edges!
Nowadays, as long as you are willing to work hard, there is nothing you can't do on your own.
She can't make clothes, but she can play with building blocks!
I brought so many beautiful clothes from Haicheng, and any one of them I picked up would be an enviable style.
Otherwise, Aunt Qin wouldn't have kept an eye on her clothing selection and design for her performance costumes; and Wenwen wouldn't have secretly learned her dressing style.
Tear the clothes into pieces and mark them.
Fabric No. 1 is the front of the shirt, fabric No. 2 is the sleeves...
Which pieces should be sewn together, which pieces require complicated processes, such as pleating and elastic bands...
If you don’t know how to do a certain technique, write it down first.
Didn't Aunt Qin say she could join the costume department of the art troupe? I'll ask them then.
I had said before that I wanted to learn a skill from Song Xiaotian, but it was mainly to provide a cover for my business.
Now I feel that the water is very deep on Song Xiaotian's side, so I won't get involved with him for the time being.
It was just right, and it could also avoid conflicts with Feng Shuo due to the issue of becoming a disciple.
Thinking of Feng Shuo, Zhu Yunwei's eyes dimmed again.
She caressed her belly, rubbing her knuckles against it and sighed softly.
…
At night.
Feng Shuo returned to the yard under the starlight and tiptoed to the master bedroom.
He had already grasped the door handle, but when he lowered his eyes and saw that there was no light under the crack of the door, he finally withdrew his hand.
Lying on the sofa, he pressed his forehead with his arm, his eyes always looking at the door, and his breathing was disordered all night.
As soon as it was light, he couldn't wait to go out.
It feels like there is something behind me, chasing me.
He knew he was avoiding Zhu Yunwei.
What else?
What should I do!
She wanted a child, but she couldn't give her one!
I ran around the training ground again and again, watching the sky in the distance getting brighter and brighter.
Feng Shuo stopped, supported his hands on his knees, and gasped!
At this moment, a man also wearing training clothes also caught up with him from behind, panting, and patted him on the back: "Feng Shuo, want to chat?"
Feng Shuo, still propped up on his knees, glanced sideways at the smiling Luo Weiguo and muttered, "What were we talking about?"
Luo Weiguo got straight to the point: "Are you serious about marrying Zhu Yunying? Or are you simply trying to provide refuge for their family and prevent liquidation?"
"Luo Weiguo, what do you want to do?"
Feng Shuo's fists hardened as he recalled his own assumptions: if it wasn't him who was betrothed to the Zhu family...
Luo Weiguo took a deep breath and said, "If it's just to protect Zhu Yunwei, then she can marry anyone. Xixi likes you. I think you and Xixi are more suitable."
Bang——
Feng Shuo punched Luo Weiguo in the face without thinking.
"You don't have to go on stage, don't worry about your face getting disfigured!"
Luo Weiguo knew that this punch was inevitable, and even when the fist was about to come, he moved his face forward and took a solid hit!
"Can you please listen to me first?" Luo Weiguo touched his nose, his hand sticky with blood. He spat and exhaled, "The Shen family can cure the extinction of their family! Their house is only passed down to family members, not outsiders."
“…”
Feng Shuo curled his lips and narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised anger: "Luo Weiguo, where did you know this? Do you know that prying into my health problems is a crime?"
"On the way here, I went to the farm with Xixi and met Xiao Jiang. That girl was very outspoken and told me everything."
When he heard that it was Jiang Qiaoxin, a trace of disgust flashed in Feng Shuo's eyes.
Luo Weiguo continued to persuade her, "I also told you that before coming here, Xixi and I went to visit your grandmother. She really hopes that you can have a child. You have always been filial to her."
"Filial piety? Filial piety means marrying any woman casually? What kind of logic is this?"
Feng Shuo laughed, shook his head at Luo Weiguo, and turned to leave.
Luo Weiguo held him back: "What about Zhu Yunhuai? Didn't you also marry Zhu Yunhuai as a child? Why is it okay for Zhu Yunhuai but not for Xixi?"
"She's different."
“Who’s different?!”
Luo Weiguo's mouth twitched, and his eyes were fixed on Feng Shuo, demanding an answer.
Feng Shuo glanced at Luo Weiguo coldly, his eyes cold and indifferent.
"Aren't you afraid of really..."
Luo Weiguo mentioned the issue of no descendants again, but before he could finish his words, he was knocked to the ground by Feng Shuo's fist!
"It's none of your business to interfere in my family affairs! If you do it again, you'll be charged with sabotaging a military marriage. Consider whether you can handle it."
Luo Weiguo's eyes were full of stars. He lay there until Shen Qian came out from behind the tree. Then he spat out blood and shook his head with difficulty: "Xixi, I tried my best... but he still chose Zhu Yunwei. I'm sorry..."
Shen Qian hid in the dark and heard it clearly.
She looked at Luo Weiguo, who risked his life to fight for an opportunity for herself, and for a moment she didn't know whether to be afraid or feel sympathy.
"Perhaps, we should start with Zhu Yunwei..."
Luo Weiguo muttered again and coughed violently.
Shen Qian listened to his words and was more afraid.
On the other side——
Feng Shuo was disturbed by Luo Weiguo's actions, and his blood and qi surged up. He felt depressed and his whole body was restless, as if he had endless energy.
No descendants?
What kind of offspring?
How could such a brave and valiant general in the army die out?
If it doesn’t work once, try it twice. If it doesn’t work twice, try it more times!
There is always a time to succeed!
How do you know if you don’t try?
The more Feng Shuo thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth. Practice makes perfect, so he had to drag Zhu Yunying to practice with him.
"Yun Wei!"
Feng Shuo couldn't wait to get home and opened the bedroom door.
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