Chapter 17

On the second day, song Xijiao took the address given by Zhong chun to get her clothes. The shop assistant respectfully gave her the clothes. When song Xijiao touched them, she felt that they were excellent materials, and the auspicious cloud patterns on them were also extremely exquisite.

Song Xijiao frowned. According to the memory of the owner, this shop is not a famous shop. The Song family has never ordered this shop, but the material is too good.

"Man, how much is this dress?" Song Xijiao looks at the shop assistant and tries to pull out some things.

The shop assistant just grinned attentively, "guest, you can take your clothes and leave. We don't sell anything in our shop, only exchange."

Seeing the man's reply like this, song Xijiao also knew that she couldn't get any words. Her eyebrows were tight and she went home.

When she went home, she found the exquisite box locked in the cabinet, felt the key under her pillow to open it, and a set of exquisite jewelry was put in front of song Xijiao. In the memory of the original owner, there was not much memory of this set of jewelry, so song Xijiao felt amazing when she saw it.

The gold thread in the silver hairpin seems to have grown on it. It is very smooth without any trace of workmanship, including the inlaid place on it. It can be said that it is exquisite. Song Xijiao can't help but sigh that the wisdom of ancient people is really infinite.

But then again, these two things are really quite appropriate, although the color is a bit plain, but the overall look does not feel monotonous, very harmonious.

As soon as Zhong Chungang got home, he saw song Xijiao come out of the house, "have you got it back?"

Song Xijiao nodded, "just as you said, jewelry and clothes match, tomorrow should be enough."

"Don't you try?" Zhong Chun smiles and looks at Song Xijiao, "if the clothes don't fit, how can you do without trying?"

Song Xijiao was stunned for a moment and shook her head with a smile, "no, it's not necessary to wear this dress tomorrow. Even if it doesn't fit, it's too late to change it."

Zhongchun took a sip of water in front of him, "what's the problem? You can try it now, and there's still a solution. If it's tomorrow, there's really no room for turning around."

After hearing this, song Xijiao frowned. Zhong Chun also said something, nodded slightly, and went back to the room. The clothes fit very well. They are not too big or small. They just wear their eyebrows and make-up, but it takes a little time to wind up their hair. I always feel that everything is wrong.

It took a lot of effort to get the hair done. There was a thin layer of sweat on the back of the neck. Song Xijiao breathed a breath, her hands were sour, and finally it was fixed. This thick hair is really a difficult thing.

Wearing such a suit, song Xijiao was embarrassed to ignore her image. He opened the door and walked forward step by step with the orthodox steps of Miss Dahu.

Zhong Chun looked at Song Xijiao, who was walking towards him step by step, and his eyes showed some joy. A little pink and Dai, dignified step by step, smiling and smiling, exquisite as words. Zhong Chun was a little distracted.

Chestnut came out of the room on one side and looked at Song Xijiao in surprise, "mother! You look good

Song Xijiao is a little shy. In the past, in modern times, she was very ordinary. Few people praised her good-looking in such a sincere way, "yes, it's good."

Hearing song Xijiao open his mouth, Zhong Chun calmed down and looked at Song Xijiao with a smile. "Well, it's really beautiful. Tomorrow's birthday party will be able to cope with it."

The simple box is still on the table

Zhong Chun smiles and shakes his head. "The wood looks very unattractive, but people who know the goods can see that if you carve a flower, you will lose a cent of the price." Zhong Chun is also learning from Song Xijiao. He doesn't say anything about it. He looks at Song Xijiao's reaction.

Song Xijiao felt her chin and thought, what kind of wood would be like this After thinking for a while, song Xijiao suddenly realized, "Chenxiang! How dare you pack ginseng with agarwood Such a large piece of agarwood is worth more than the ginseng in it. Zhongchun is willing to give it to her to give it to her? Isn't this a waste?

Zhong Chun clapped his hands and laughed, "well said, it's Chenxiang! This wild ginseng is not of low age. The ordinary wood is not suitable for it. I think the agarwood is quite good. It is of suitable size and hollow inside. So I fixed the corner to hold the wild ginseng

Song Xijiao came through for so long. For the first time, she was so angry that she said, "you! Do you know how rare agarwood is? This wild ginseng is not as rare as this agarwood

Seeing song Xijiao, Zhong Chun was still unmoved. "As you said, this agave wood is more rare than this wild ginseng. So, is this lady song aware of goods or not? Can master song know such a thing? "

"This..." Song Xijiao frowned, and her anger fell. Zhong Chun was right. It's hard for ordinary people to meet wild ginseng for a long time. Of course, agarwood is even more rare. It's good if you don't throw away such a humble box, let alone recognize it as agarwood.

After thinking for a long time, song Xijiao sighed, "now there is no suitable equipment to hold this ginseng. There is no way." She can only make a bet. The eldest lady and master song don't have this knowledge.Song Xijiao sighed and went back to the house a little sullen. As soon as she went back to the room, chestnuts were lying on his hands and his eyes were shining at him. "Dad, what is Chenxiang?"

Zhong Chun kneaded the head of chestnut, "it's not something strange, it's just a piece of wood."

"Oh Then why does your mother look so angry Chestnut was a little lost. His mother just jumped out of anger. He saw it in his eyes. Maybe his father just didn't want him to worry about it.

Zhongchun smiles and doesn't answer along Chestnut's hair, but he looks serious as soon as he raises his head. Song Xijiao, song Xijiao, you are a grass bag lady who stays at home. You even know Chenxiang. The inside story of the Song family is not thick enough to let you know such a rare thing. What is your origin.

Song Xijiao went back to her room, carefully took off her clothes, quickly felt into the bed, and stretched comfortably. Tomorrow, tomorrow, Madame song is not a good stubble, and song Qingchen will certainly make a stumbling block for her. With the memory of the original owner, the appearance of the elder sisters of the Song family seems to be a little better.

In a word, tomorrow is bound to be a fierce battle. We must have a good rest today, and we can only meet tomorrow. Let's talk about tomorrow's affairs! Song Xijiao thought so, turned over and fell asleep happily.

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