Chapter 191： Ming heart

Ke Yu was thrown out of the hall with a look of disappointment.

Waiting for her little red outside is not unexpected, but if she knew that Ke Yu would be so impulsive, she said that she would not tell it about Xiaoqing. When her expression changed, she knew that trouble. Then she didn't have time to say anything, she ran over.

Regarding Xiaoqing's affairs, Xiaohong also listened to people outside.

It is rumored that the young master was the red dragonfly bought by the owner in the South Hall. Afterwards, the rumor was passed down by Xiao Qing. The purpose was to avenge the young master to drive her out of Anning Mountain Villa.

Xiaohong thought that after this incident, Ke Yu should not be able to plead for Xiaoqing again. As a result, she still underestimated her.

But this time including her guessing wrong.

The reason why Ke Yu ran to see An Ziran was not entirely for this reason. She wanted to see An Ziran and wanted to tell him his own heart. So after hearing Xiao Hong’s words, she seemed to find an excuse, but the result was still disappointing. Because she did not have the courage to say it.

"Ke Yu, did the young master say anything?" Xiaohong did not notice her thoughts at all.

Ke Yu calmly replied: "The young master said that he had sent Xiaoqing away. As for where he sent it, he did not say it." She did not ask.

Xiaohong thinks her reaction is very wrong.

"Ke Yu, are you really okay?"

Ke Yu shook his head and didn't talk anymore.

As night fell, the silvery moonlight shone in the house, and there was a sound of the sorrow in the white gauze. It was the sound of the cloth rubbing, and the squeaking sound of the squeak.

An Ziran squats on the soft quilt, his forehead against the pillow, his face showing painful joy, the white body is covered with red tide, and every time he is hit by the impact, he will be pulled back by the cockroach. Once he entered a depth that made him shudder, he always felt that today's Fu Wutian seems to be more violent than before, which makes him somewhat unbearable.

"Lighter..."

The broad and strong chest suddenly stuck on his back. The hot temperature transmitted by the skin and the skin seemed to melt the two. A large phalanx suddenly held his hand, and the fingers were tightly intertwined. The man was low. The hoarse voice rang slowly in his ear.

"Do you like this king?"

Suddenly, An Ziran did not hear clearly. Just a fierce impact made his mind turn into a paste for a moment. When he returned, the man’s voice was already low.

"Hey... what did you just say?"

Fu Wutian repeated it again, then turned him over. The one hundred and eighty degrees of friction made the two people more sensitive. A small heat flow spewed out and sprinkled on the abdomen of the two.

An Ziran had a slight loss of consciousness until the eyes refocused, and when Fu Wutian pressed him down, he pushed his head. "What are you crazy about?"

Both of them have already become close relatives and asked this naive question.

"This king is not crazy."

Fu Wutian took a hand and grabbed his chin and licked his face, a tough posture that did not allow her to escape, bowed his head and bit his tongue, and his tongue twitched in his mouth. When he left, his lips Still crystal, the silver wire flows out a little from the corner of the mouth.

He stated: "The woman likes you."

An Ziran stunned for a while and then reacted. "Are you kidding me?"

Although he saved the woman, she also said a lot of harsh words to her. Unless she is a masochistic, how could she like him?

"This king is not kidding." Fu Wutian said very seriously.

An Ziran also heard it. He thought about it and said, "Are you jealous?"

I thought he would not be so generous to admit, the result...

"Yes!"

Admitted very simply and neatly, it is completely Futian brand style...

This is the first time the two talk about emotional issues. To be honest, An Ziran is not good at this, so he used to avoid this problem.

Fu Wutian urged: "Wang Hao, do you like this king?"

"..."

This feeling of getting a ticket after getting on the bus is really not very good.

An Ziran grabbed his neck, his legs clamped his waist, and the whole person seemed to be a sloth hanging on him. The two were still tightly joined together. The man seemed to intentionally grind him, and the speed slowed down. A little bit of temper is enough to make people crazy.

An Ziran snorted and gently bit his ear and said slowly: "Wang Ye, do you think that if you don't like it, I will let you do it?"

Fu Wutian’s pupil suddenly stunned, and he heard this kind of words with rough words from a man who looked very abstinent. The feeling was that his blood was boiling and he was more excited than enjoying the expression of despair. The speed is like a gust of wind and rain, and the person under the top like a small boat on a stormy night, swaying, will fall at any time.

An Ziran did not expect that his reaction would be so big. He was almost overwhelmed by the top several times. His physical strength has become more persistent than ordinary people after he has exercised, but he has been tossed by Fu Wutian, and his good physical strength has also been exhausted. In the middle of the night, he simply lay flat and tossed with him.

Not far away, Ke Yu stood in the hallway and looked at the scene quietly. Next to her was a worried look at her little red. Recently, she felt that Ke Yu was getting worse and worse. She wanted to persuade but did not know where to persuade. She always said that she was fine, and her face was less and less smiling.

On the other hand, An Ziran did not put Ke Yu in his heart.

It’s rare to have a break. He didn’t ask anything, and he rested for a day. The next day, the whole person was comfortable.

A few days later, the weaving workshop produced more and more cloth, and it was already filled with a warehouse. The flower cloth on the Meixian side already had finished products, and the effect was not bad. Some women watched it and they never touched it. They never touched it. Soft and comfortable fabric.

Some people whose home conditions have improved have also specifically inquired about the price of cotton, but the exact price has not yet come out, but it is not too expensive but definitely.

Some people have hesitated, but they have made a decision in their hearts. They are watching the cold winter coming. The children at home need these fabrics too much because they have a hunch that these cottons must be better than the cold effect of linen.

After knowing this, An Ziran thought of a good idea.

After all, the price of cotton cloth is higher than that of linen. Some people may not be able to afford even linen, let alone cotton cloth. Therefore, if you want to promote it as much as possible, you need someone to help publicize it. The workers in the workshop are undoubtedly the best. s Choice.

Cotton is still a unique scar, the price can not be too high, nor can it be too low, and An Ziran and others have been working for a long time before finalizing.

However, the price sold to workers will be relatively low, which is considered to be the welfare of workers.

After the news spread, many workers were eager to move. Since the work of the pirate workshop, their living standards have improved a lot. Now they are not eating and drinking, so they have more or less deposits. Some are afraid of this village. The shop, so I spent a total of five hundred dollars to buy a batch of pure color cotton.

Someone started and immediately led others.

After the things were done, the workers returned home with the hopes they had bought, and used the tailoring tools at home to start making clothes for the children and their husbands.

The length of a piece of cloth is no more than fourteen meters, but it is not too small. If you have a good craft, you can make four or five pieces of clothes. If you count it, you can only buy more than 300 pieces of copper. If you buy it in an outside clothing store, One piece of clothing may be five hundred words or even higher, which many people can't afford.

What's more, this price is still the cost price given to them by the weaving workshop. In fact, it is even higher. Now, if you don't start, it will be too late to raise your regrets.