Chapter 344

I didn't expect that Zhong Chun had been wronged so much when he was a child. Song Xijiao took his hand and looked at him. For a moment, she didn't know how to comfort him.

After a while, Zhong Chun looked up and said to song Xijiao, "that woman is still alive, but sooner or later I will kill her to avenge my mother."

Song Xijiao was stunned. For the first time, seeing such a clear flame of hatred in his eyes, she could not help but be shocked and worried: "is that what you have been saying you want to do?"

"This is just one of them."

There are many things he has to do, but everything is for revenge.

Feeling the soft and continuous caressing power on the back of his hand, Zhong Chun's cold iron like heart warmed up. He held her hand and raised his head to look at her.

This unexpected girl in her own life brought her different warmth and tenderness to her mother.

"I have to do these things. If I don't, I can't rest my life. Xijiao, would you like to wait for me for a while?"

Song Xijiao was funny: "do I have another choice without you? You can't ask me to remarry now. Song QingHan didn't get married until she was more than 20 years old. I can still wait for several years! "

"I won't keep you waiting that long, I promise."

The next morning, when song Xijiao lay lazily in bed and wanted to sleep back in bed, Zhong Chun had already taught Fang Ziyuan to practice. He took a cold shower, then walked into the inner room and sat down directly to the bed.

Song Xijiao had heard the sound of him coming into the room, squinting and lying on the bed.

Then, a cold hand went into the quilt and touched her waist. Song Xijiao woke up after a thrill. She patted his hand and said angrily, "the ice is dead!"

"Ice will wake up."

"I was so tired yesterday, can't I sleep more?"

"Zhong Chun is funny:" you have been sleeping enough, really want to sleep, get up and eat again. "

Song Xijiao had to change clothes and wake up. Outside, the food was on the table.

After eating the porridge and vegetables, song Xijiao felt a little difficult to swallow. When she thought of helping Mr. he cook, she simply cooked stewed vegetables, pickled meat and fish soup, and asked her wife to deliver dishes to Mr. He, and then she had a beautiful lunch with Zhongchun.

Eat well and drink well, then you can do things.

Entering the bamboo paper mill, song Xijiao saw that there were more guests than before. She walked upstairs and turned the corner. She heard Dafeng saying to Qiu Fen, "you can't always go around that scholar named Fang. You should always remember that he is just a helper here. Our master's surname is song, not Fang."

Song Xijiao chuckled at her vocal music and came over to poke Dafeng's waist: "you are not jealous, are you? Qiufen has already got her husband. Maybe she will get married in a few days. You don't know where you are. "

Dafeng cheek red: "who is jealous of her, I am teaching her the rules!"

"Well, what can I teach you? Qiufen knows it in her mind. I saw her account book yesterday, and I did a good job." Song Xijiao gave Qiu Fen a look of appreciation, and then said to Dafeng, "in the future, Fang Ziyuan will also work in the bamboo paper mill for a long time. Only when they have a good relationship can they get along harmoniously and help each other. You, don't beat up the mandarin duck. "

Dafeng awkwardly hummed, no voice.

Song Xijiao took a look at Dafeng and felt helpless.

She knew that because of her dependence on Dafeng, the shopkeeper of the bamboo paper farm also gave Dafeng extra face, which led to her gradual expansion, and she always wanted to discipline Qiufen and Fangzi.

But she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, and she didn't know how to mediate.

Three people stood for a long time, no one spoke, and finally he Shu Jun's arrival resolved the embarrassment.

"Master Ho? Why are you here? "

He Shu Jun hummed: "you hold my grandfather here, I don't come, what can I do?"

Song Xijiao sticks out her tongue. What is button? She helps Mr. he treat gout.

"Come in when you come, and shout outside."

Mr. he heard he Shu Jun's voice and immediately called out discontented.

In his eyes, even he regarded the little girl as a savior, respectfully. As his grandson, why did he give orders to this girl?

As soon as he heard Mr. He's rebuke, he Shujun could only utter a voice from his nose and bent down to serve him.

Fang Zi came up with tea and said to song Xijiao, "master, shopkeeper Yan is looking for you."

"Oh, I'll go down and have a look."

Song Xijiao was just about to leave, and afraid that she would go away, Dafeng would teach Qiufen a lesson, so she took Qiufen with her.

As soon as manager Yan saw song Xijiao, he immediately said to several guests: "our boss is here. This is our boss, surnamed song. What do you don't understand? Ask her."

The guests immediately said, "are you miss song? It's like this. Our young lady heard that you gave Miss Lin an oil paper umbrella. She also wanted one. I wonder if you can sell it in this shop? "When song Xijiao was pleased, she didn't expect that Lin Wan'er's influence was so great that it caused a storm so quickly. She quickly said, "yes, but it's difficult to manufacture this umbrella. If you want to buy it, you have to book it in advance and pay a deposit. If you get the deposit, you can ship it in two days at most. You can also make your own pattern, but if you customize it separately, you need to pay more. "

"Well, will our lady be short of money? Just tell me what you have here."

Song Xijiao smiles: "Qiu Fen, you go up and take down the umbrella surface that those people drew yesterday to show them."

"Yes

After a while, Fang Zi took down more than 20 different umbrellas. Some of them painted landscapes and flowers and birds. It was not too much to say that they had everything. Not only did the people who came to ask about the umbrellas were fascinated, but even the guests who came to buy bamboo paper gathered together.

"Can this paper make an umbrella? Can't the rain get through? "

"Yes! How to play the umbrella made of paper? Isn't that a lie

"Ouch, such a good painting, if you take it in the wind and rain, it's really a monster!"

Those scholars had never seen oil paper umbrellas. When they heard that song Xijiao was going to take these paintings as umbrellas, they shook their heads one after another, and their faces were distressed.

She saw Lin Wan'er's umbrella with her own eyes, but the maids who came to buy them all laughed scornfully. People said that the poor scholar was the most pedantic, and they dare to say that they couldn't even see something they had never seen.

"My lady must like these two umbrellas. I'll pay the deposit now. When can I get the umbrella? You can hurry up. Our young lady is going to the lake for an outing in three days

Song Xijiao held out her hand and said with a smile, "fifty dollars as a deposit. You can come back at this time tomorrow afternoon, pay the balance, and leave with your umbrella."

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