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After leaving the paper and pen shop, Song Xiangsi thought for a moment before heading to the furniture store.

All the furniture shops in the county were located in the southern part of the city. They were basically going from house to house, and all of them were furniture shops. This showed just how intense the competition was.

Song Xiangsi stroked her chin as a glint of light shone from her black eyes. "That's great. This way, we can compare our goods among three families and pick out the merchant with the highest performance and price ratio."

Meng Fang Xuan smiled and led her in.

The two of them went to a lot of shops, and finally decided on a shop called "Impossible Furniture". The reason was very simple. Although this shop was not the cheapest, it was the shop that was the most dedicated to building furniture.

In particular, many of the details of the carving on the furniture were taken into consideration by the furniture master.

The moment she walked in, the acolyte from the furniture shop came to welcome her. He first sized up the two of their attire without batting an eyelid, and seeing that they were dressed in plain clothes, which meant that they were probably ordinary villager's families, he led them to the common furniture and introduced them to it.

Most of these furniture were practical and had no decorative patterns. They were not much different from those in the countryside.

Song Xiangsi looked around and shook her head. She was not satisfied. An idea suddenly flashed through her mind. After thinking for a moment, she asked the apprentice, "Can I meet the great master in your shop?"

The furniture of ancient times had not been modernized and were all man-made. Every furniture shop had a master, which was considered the best of the best. The quality of the furniture of every shop depended on the craftsmanship of this master.

However, all the Masters were very busy and would not easily entertain guests. Hearing Song Xiangsi's words, the apprentices' faces turned awkward, "This …" Master is building furniture, he's a bit busy, I'm afraid it's not convenient to see guests. "

What a joke, his master was so busy. If every guest requested to see him, then how could his master have the time to make furniture?

After thinking for a moment, the apprentice added, "If you have any ideas or requirements for your family, you can tell me. I can just tell it to Master."

Song Xiangsi shook her head. Her plans were complicated, and she needed to communicate directly with her master.

Initially, she did not have much hope as she knew that it would not be easy to meet the head master. After thinking for a moment, she took out the pen and paper she had bought earlier and asked the acolyte, "Does your shop have any place for customers to rest? As long as you can write. "

The apprentice nodded. Although he did not understand what Song Xiangsi meant, he smiled and said, "There is." As he spoke, he led the two into the lounge.

Song Xiangsi nodded at the apprentice, "Go and busy yourself first. "When I finish my drawing, I'll look for you.

The acolyte scratched his head and looked suspiciously at Song Xiangsi. However, he did not say anything in the end. Coincidentally, another customer had entered the room at that moment, so he quickly went out to welcome them.

Song Xiangsi smiled and took out the pen and paper she had bought earlier. Then, she carefully spread the paper on the table and pressed it with something before adding some water to make some ink.

Seeing her series of actions, Meng Ling Xuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. His pair of pitch black eyes flickered with stars as he asked in a deep voice, "You actually know how to write?"

He had originally thought that Song Xiangsi was buying these brushes and paper for her siblings to use in school.

Song Xiangsi choked, thinking of how the original owner, a village girl, had been treated so harshly when she was young that she had definitely never attended a school. Thinking about it, she shook her head, "I can't write."

Meng Ling Xuan raised an eyebrow. The doubt in his eyes didn't lessen because of her explanation. Instead, it only deepened.

Song Xiangsi sighed inwardly. Her face curved into a smile as she said calmly, "I just know how to draw. I invented the design to express myself. Only I can understand it."

She did not know any complex Chinese characters from ancient times and only knew modern Chinese characters. Even if she wrote it out, only she would recognize it. She would have to explain it slowly to the master of the furniture shop later.

Meng Huaxuan raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. He focused on watching her work.

Song Xiangsi ignored him and focused on drawing on the paper. She first drew a model of a modern sofa, then marked the dimensions on it and wrote down the principle of the spring.

Then, spring mattresses, a variety of custom-made closets, and tatami, which saved a lot of space.

She also added a lot of antique patterns to the design of modern furniture, such as carving and so on. Living there was comfortable and beautiful, and Song Xiangsi could not help but feel happy just thinking about it.

There was no helping it, she just liked these sculptures from the ancient times. They were very classical and beautiful.

Meng Ling Xuan watched from the side, his gaze shifting from time to time from the blueprint to Song Xiangsi's pale face. He was also surprised.

He really wanted to knock this girl's head off and see how many strange things she still contained.

Song Xiangsi did not notice his expression. Her heart was completely focused on the drawing. Four hours later, she finally put down her brush, let out a long sigh of relief, stretched, and happily picked up the drawing. "I'm done painting!"

Coincidentally, the young apprentice had just finished greeting the guests and walked in. When Song Xiangsi saw him, she immediately passed the blueprint in her hands over, smiling as she said, "Can I trouble you to bring the blueprint to the master, and ask him to come out and meet me."

The little acolyte was puzzled, but he found it difficult to reply, "This …."

If the master was displeased, he would scold him.

Song Xiangsi smiled and patted his shoulder to show her encouragement. "Don't worry. You just need to show the blueprints to your master. He promised to come out and see me! "

The acolyte looked at her and saw that she looked confident. He then looked at the blueprint in his hands that had a strange pattern drawn on it. After a slight hesitation, he took it and went to the backyard.

Song Xiangsi heaved a sigh of relief. Only after she had been busy for a while did she finally have the time to sit down and drink a mouthful of tea.

Meng Ling Xuan sat next to her, holding a cup of tea as he looked at her thoughtfully.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, the Head Chef had rushed over from the backyard. He was holding Song Xiangsi's blueprint tightly in his hand. He was so excited that he exerted his strength to pinch the blueprint until it was slightly creased.

His expression was somewhat excited. As soon as he came up, his gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Meng Ling Xuan. He hurriedly smiled and walked up, politely cupping his hands at him. "Little brother, did you draw this blueprint?"

Meng Huaxuan raised his eyebrows and swept his gaze over Song Xiangsi. However, he smiled and shook his head. "No, that's not the case."

The Head Chef could not figure it out for a moment, but he felt suspicious. Looking carefully, there was a bit of pity between his brows. "Is that …?"

He still held onto some hope that he would be able to see the creator of the blueprint.