Chapter 1095

Thinking of the gold and silver jewels in the cave, her heart is still aching. If she had known that the Huang family had so much money, she would have dug up some of it herself, so as to make up for her family. She didn't have much silver in her hand now. Her son's bride price had not been fully paid, and Guo'er's dowry was also in the process of earning. Every time she thought about the gold and silver jewelry, she would always have to dig it back They want to frustrate the Huang family.

Mingming has so much money in her family, but she is reluctant to take it out and let her be their cattle and horses. Finally, she wants Lou Jiaxiang Dian. If you want to be an emperor or not.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Daxiang asked about Sanxi.

"It's all gloomy, but who provoked her?"

Sanxi said he didn't know, "maybe it was because he was blackmailed by master clearance again?"

"Madame is not such a mean person."

Daxiang absolutely believes in Shen Qingci. His wife is very generous. She won't be so angry because of the silver. Her face is blue.

Xie Si listened to the two idiots fighting there, only half squinting eyes.

Two stupid girls, how could the lady have elongated her face because of the silver, which she probably remembered, but the things in the cave.

What can be worth most of the National Treasury is something that everyone will be attracted to and greedy for.

Shen Qingci is also a human being. If she is a human being, she will certainly be unable to escape her own greed. However, due to her preciseness and her temperament, she still handed these things over to the imperial court and into the Treasury.

But even so, can't we make her sad and heartache, but also let her pull her face?

and I have to say, Xie Si is really the truth.

Shen Qingci, who sent those things, was more than heartache. She felt that her heart and liver were in pain. She had already known that she had picked up some of them. What she had pulled down was enough for the old monk to blackmail for several years.

So, she'd better make money with her own hands.

In fact, she just complained a few words, even if the silver was put in front of her, to tell the truth, she would not necessarily take it.

The housekeeper outside had already done all the things that Shen Qing had ordered.

The sauerkraut will continue to be transported to the central part of Beijing. This kind of potherb can be put in, and it is easy to put. When it is put in the cellar, it can last for a few months, so they must have enough vegetables for this winter.

When winter comes, don't mention the poor families, for fear that even their rich families don't have much food to eat. Therefore, the snow vegetables will become a good thing for them to keep throughout the winter.

Shen Qingci sent some of these vegetables to people he knew. Even the two ladies of Qin and Yao sent a lot of them.

Last year, the number of sauerkraut was extremely rare. One of them was very expensive, but even so. Shen Qingci also sent out a lot of them, including Wei's, Jun Wang's and Lin Shangshu's.

However, they are different from the Yao family. They haven't eaten any snow vegetables until now. Last year, someone sent one of them as a gift. This dish is still sent by others. It's very expensive. Even they can't eat a few pieces. They are all for the old lady and the old man in the mansion. As long as the younger generation can have a sip of soup, it's OK.

So when Mrs. Qin looked at the car, the whole person was almost frightened.

How could there be so many?

How did she suddenly feel her head dizzy, so many, who dare to eat ah, heard that, this is used to give gifts, they really dare to eat?

I'm afraid there are more than a dozen of them.

When the guards of the Shuo palace took the pickles out of the carriage and threw them casually, Mrs. Qin felt that she could not stand.

How can I lose it? If a leaf is damaged, it will be more painful.

The guards of the Shuo palace did not have so much patience with the pickles. Of course, it was impossible for them to be as good as their ancestors. They had to take them down one by one and put them carefully.

For them, when they send these vegetables, they always throw them away. Not to mention the fact that they have planted some pickles in their house. In addition, every time they send back from the village, there are as many as a dozen carriages. This is exquisite and expensive, and it is still vegetables.

In addition, the food is not eaten less. Almost every meal is full. I really don't feel how refined and expensive this dish is.

Fortunately, Mrs. Qin didn't know about this. If she was afraid, she would really beat her chest. In their house, only the old master and the old lady had eaten this exquisite and expensive dish. However, in other people's mansion of King Shuo, they even did not want to eat.

So it's better not to say, or there will be no friends.

However, those who let these dishes be planted by Shen Qingci and brand Heng, and those who let them grow hundreds of acres of snow vegetables in their own Chuang Tzu, can eat as many as they want, and they can eat as many as they want, and it's also a success to lose one.After January, the weather became colder and colder. Shen Qingci saved a lot of charcoal here.

What master Jingkong asked for was also sent to the mountain, as well as hundreds of winter clothes and 100 pairs of monk's shoes. Not to mention one pair for each person, three pairs are enough.

When the guard saw master Jingkong laughing like this, he could not help feeling his scalp numb. Before he said anything, he hurried down the mountain, afraid that master Jingkong would ask for something again.

Is this something you can have if you want it?

Again and again, master, if your face doesn't burn, will your conscience really not hurt?

Naturally, the face of master Jingkong did not burn. Of course, his conscience could not hurt.

"There is not much charcoal in the temple..."

The guard's eyes jumped.

Even his movements were stiff for a while, and the north wind was blowing in his ears. Almost all of them were going to blow his face through a hole. It was still good to blow and hurt.

However, no matter how long he walked and how fast he ran, he still heard the voice of master clearance. In other words, he had to answer truthfully.

When Shen Qingci heard master Jingkong's reply, what else could he do? He sent charcoal, several cotton padded clothes, and then sent them to the mountain. All of these were worn by master Jingkong himself.

Master Jingkong picked up the clothes and put them in the cabinet on one side. He moved the Buddha beads in his hand and came over and sat on his Futon.

"Well, how about the firewood?"

"Master, monks have been cutting firewood all the time."

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