Xia Tian took a tour of the space, took some small bags, sat next to the rice jar and started packing them.
I also picked up the small cloth bag at the grocery store today.
Each bag holds two or three pounds, but unfortunately there are not many bags, so they were used up after only a hundred bags.
After working for a while, I felt a little hungry, so I took another bun and ate it.
This bun is just as hot as the one I bought from the stall this morning.
After eating and having nothing to do, Xiatian left the space.
The next morning, while the old man of the Yi family had not returned yet, she took Ningxiang, Ningxue, Mufeng and Muchen to go shopping again.
This time she went to a different street, and her main target was cooked food like steamed buns and steamed bread, mainly because these things could be taken out and eaten directly, which was more convenient.
After sweeping another street, he returned to Yi Mansion with satisfaction.
It just so happened that the old man of the Yi family also came back.
After lunch, she originally wanted to go out again in the afternoon, but the old man of the Yi family wanted to discuss something with her.
It turned out that some old friends who were close to the old man of the Yi family heard that he had returned and came to visit him. Then they found out that his family had hired a great painter to paint their portraits.
Mr. Yi originally wanted to show off how good Xia Tian's painting skills were, but several old friends said he was not considerate enough to hide such a good thing.
That won’t work, they also want a portrait.
Mr. Yi couldn't persuade his old friend, so he had to discuss the matter with Xia Tian.
It doesn’t matter in the summer, making money is a good thing.
Mr. Yi's old friends were all wealthy people, and she naturally wouldn't refuse five thousand taels of silver for a portrait without even a discount.
In order to facilitate the portrait painting, Xia Tian asked Mr. Yi to gather all the old friends who wanted their portraits together, so that she wouldn't have to run around.
She originally thought that there would be only two or three old friends, but it turned out that more than twenty people came with their families, just like they were coming to a photo studio to take pictures.
Xia Tian was so shocked that his mouth twitched. These rich people really didn't treat money seriously. They even brought their families with them to spend five thousand taels on a portrait.
An old lady even brought her little grandson with her. He was only five years old this year. I heard that he was the only son in three generations and she was very precious to him.
Xia Tian covered her face. With so many people around, she was afraid she would get them mixed up. She quickly took out some paper and her homemade charcoal pencils and roughly sketched out the appearance of each person.
Then write your name, age, and some general characteristics next to it, and then put it away.
She only breathed a sigh of relief after sending the large group away.
This is really a year's worth of orders that I have been taking at once.
Seeing her relieved look, Mr. Yi felt very sorry.
Before the evening, Mrs. Yi was sent to deliver the silver notes for everyone's portrait.
Five thousand taels per person, she suddenly had more than 100,000 taels of silver.
She originally thought that she would have to wait until the painting was finished before paying, or at most receive a deposit.
I didn't expect that Mr. Yi believed her so much.
The next morning, they prepared to go back.
In order to allow her and Madam Xu to rest better on the road, Yi Mochen arranged another carriage for her to ride.
Mrs. Xu thought this was a good idea. She could lie down and rest when she felt tired on the road. Otherwise, she would be too tired to sit in the carriage for two days.
When they left, Mr. Yi also gave them a lot of brocade, snacks, and Pingyang City's specialties, which filled half a carriage.
Several other old friends also sent gifts. Among them, the family of the old friend whose family had only one son for three generations heard that Xia Tian could play the erhu, so they gave her a high-quality erhu.
Perhaps they gave her gifts just because they were attracted by the status of the Wu'an Marquisate behind her, but that didn't stop her from happily accepting the gifts.
Unexpectedly, a trip to Pingyang City brought her so much benefits!
After leaving Pingyang City, Xia Tian's happy mood became heavy again when he saw the refugees on the road.
"Madam, there seem to be more refugees on the road than in the past two days." Ningxue looked out through the gap in the car window. The refugees on the road were walking in groups of three or two, dragging their feet.
Xia Tian nodded and sighed, "I see the same thing. But the weather is getting colder and colder. I don't know how many people will freeze to death."
She had nothing to eat and nothing to wear, and she felt bad looking at the empty eyes of those people.
Fortunately, this place is not far from the capital or Pingyang City, so there is hope.
"Madam, look at that child, is she..." Ningxue covered her mouth with her hands before she finished her words.
Looking out of the car window in the summer, I saw a woman holding a little girl in her arms, who was only four or five years old. I don’t know if she was hungry or cold, but she was no longer moving.
The woman kept crying and seemed to be calling her child's name.
The man next to him also had a sad look on his face, and there was a skinny little boy, about eight or nine years old, who was also wiping away tears.
They look like a family of four.
The refugees next to them passed by them with numb expressions.
Didn't stop for a moment.
Xia Tian felt uncomfortable watching this and patted the wall of the carriage. Mu Feng, who had been riding on the left and right, heard the sound and came over to ask, "Madam, what's wrong?"
"Go and see that child." Xia Tian said as he took out a small cloth bag from under the seat in the car, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket, and handed them to Mu Feng through the car window.
Mu Feng took it with understanding, covered it with his cloak, and walked towards the family.
"What's wrong with the child?" Mu Feng walked over and squatted down to look at the child in the woman's arms.
"It's too cold, the child is frozen, and we have no food left. I'm afraid he's going to be in trouble." The woman began to cry as she spoke.
Mu Feng put two fingers together and touched the child's neck. He was still alive.
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