Chapter 95, Pointing

  Xiao Yeyang's sudden visit has changed the Yan family tremendously.

  First of all, Yan Zhigao is not so busy in Zhouyali, and the money for the construction of the river embankment was approved a few days later, and Yali officials no longer acted like they did before.

  Secondly, Mrs. Li received more invitations and invitations. Even Daohua also received several invitations from official ladies. However, she did not go to any of them, so she pushed them all.

  In July, the watermelons in Zhuangzi were almost ripe, and she was waiting to be sold. She was very busy.

In the city of   , Mrs. Li bought a shop. At this moment, the shop has begun to retail watermelons, and the business is very hot.

  No way, the Yan’s watermelon is big, juicy, sweet and red. When it is cut open and placed in front of the store, it attracts a large number of people.

  It was also at this time that Yan Jiaxia had really seen Daohua's earning power, and didn't think that her little villager had bought it with the subsidy of Mrs. Yan.

  Songhein Temple.

   Daohua, like she did when she was in her hometown, settled and kept accounts in front of the old lady, making her abacus very smooth.

  Looking at her granddaughter who had never broken her smile on her face, Mrs. Yan smiled and shook her head, and said to Mrs. Li, “Look at this girl, I’ve never noticed it before. Daohua is still a fan of money.”

  Taohua raised her head: “That’s because we spent less in the past. The production of the fields at home is not only sufficient for our expenses, but there will be surpluses. The life is moist, so naturally we don’t need to calculate so much.”

   "But now, our family spends so much money, and the money is tight. Now that we have the money for selling watermelons, the family can live better, I am naturally happy."

  Hearing this, Mrs. Li was very pleased. When my daughter is so young, she knows to share her worries, not only worrying about her worries, but also directly helping her solve the problems.

  In previous years, she did not worry about money matters less, and in the end it all relied on her to piece together and support it alone.

  This year, the master was promoted to Zhizhou. She knew that her family would be more nervous about money than before. She was ready to ask her eldest and second brothers for help cheeky. Unexpectedly, her daughter’s watermelon directly relieved her urgent need.

  Ms. Li looked at Daohua, who bowed her head and settled the account, her brows and eyes curled, her heart soft.

  This girl is so sweet.

   "Mother, the watermelons sold in Zhoucheng are very good. When the second uncle comes over, the watermelons that are pulled to the provincial government are not as many as previously expected." Daohua said suddenly.

  Ms. Li smiled and said: "This is okay. Your second uncle also stopped by to see us this time. You can take as much watermelon as you can take. The price in the provincial capital must be higher than that in the state city. He can't make a loss."

Daohua nodded. She was worried that the watermelon could not be sold, so she asked her to write to her and asked her elder uncle and second uncle to help her find a way. NS.

  "The watermelons in my village will not be sold anymore. Except for leaving some as gifts, the second uncle will take away all the other watermelons."

  Mrs. Li has no objection: "Zhuangzi is yours, do whatever you want."

  The old lady Yan sat aside, eating grapes from the village, and said: "You have planted a lot of grapes on the village, what do you plan to do?"

  Rice Flower: “There are too few grapes. I only plant some in the yard on the village. I don’t plan to sell them. We will keep them for our own consumption or give them away. By the way, I still want to learn how to make wine.”

  Yan Zhigao just heard these words when he brought in Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Zhiqiang.

  Yan Zhiyuan relied on being an elder, and said directly: "Daohua, you can't spoil things casually, listen to your second uncle, grapes are precious, you want to learn to make wine or use other things."

   Daohua shook her head and blurted out: "How can this work? I want to make wine. There is no way to replace it with other things."

   was directly rejected by the junior, and Yan Zhiyuan's face was a little ugly: "You are a little girl who knows what wine is, you are completely spoiling things."

Daohua felt a little unhappy in her heart, but she still said, "Second Uncle, it's because I don't understand, that's why I have to learn. No one is born with various abilities."

  Yan Zhiyuan’s words of vision were pushed back again, and his face was a bit uncontrollable.

  Mrs. Li looked at Yan Zhiyuan, and did not speak to ease the atmosphere. Her daughter, Zhuangzi, hadn't even interfered with her daughter Zhuangzi, and he was not welcome as an uncle.

On the side, Yan Zhigao was afraid to put down the tea bowl in his hand, and said to Daohua: "Your second uncle is reasonable. Didn't you say that you don't plant many grapes? Otherwise, don't learn how to make that kind of wine this year. You will learn more about various points next year."

  Wine is something that princes and nobles can afford. Is it so good to brew?

Moreover, he and his second brother thought the same thing. Before putting the grape, he had eaten a few at the champion banquet in the year of Zhongjinshi. This thing is more expensive than watermelon, so he used it to learn how to make wine. , Too wasteful.

   Daohua frowned slightly. She didn't like the feeling of being pointed at by others. She used what she had grown, and it didn't interfere with the family.

  The old lady Yan knows Daohua’s temperament, and she knows what she is thinking with a frown. She immediately smiled and cursed at the Yan Zhigao brother: "It's useless of your stuff. What are you doing there?"

  The old lady spoke up, and the Yan Zhigao brothers were not happy to say more, so let this matter go.

  At this time, a maid came to report that it was the master of the uncle’s family.

   Hearing the words, Mrs. Li's face was happy, and Daohua quickly put down her abacus and stood up.

  The old lady Yan smiled: "I was talking about it just now, but I happened to be here, the boss, the eldest daughter-in-law, don’t hurry up to welcome her."

  Inaba: "Grandma, I will go too."

  The old lady Yan waved her hand: "Go, go, there is you girl."

  Yan Zhigao got up and stood up, and went out with the mother and daughter. The Li family has been helping him all these years, so he has to welcome his second uncle.

   After waiting for the family of three to leave, Yan Zhiyuan slid and said, “Daohua is really close to Li's family.”

  The old lady Yan gave him a slanted look: "That's because the Li family is good to Daohua. Daohua is a grateful person, so she naturally gets close to the Li family."

Yan Zhiyuan replied: "Mother, you are too indulging in the rice flowers. You don't know the grapes, they are rare here in Xingzhou, especially the ones grown by our family. They are big and plump, juicy and delicious. They are used to learn how to make wine. It's too wasteful."

  The old lady Yan said unceremoniously: "What's ours? It's from Daohua."

  Yan Zhiyuan choked: "Look at what the mother said, isn't Daohua the Yan family?"

The old lady Yan said lightly: "Second, you put your little thoughts away for me. These years, our family has not been separated. All the big and small things in the family are supported by your elder brother and sister-in-law, and you have not lost it. It’s one and a half, I’m leaving the words here today, Daohua things, you give me less ideas."

  Yan Zhiyuan was a little uncomfortable: "Mother, who do you think of me, am I the kind of person who cares about my niece?"

Mrs. Yan coldly snorted: "Do you know that you and your wife are both good at calculating, and now I don’t bother to care about your couple. Remember, it’s yours, the old lady will never lose a cent after a hundred years." You; don't worry about what shouldn't be you."

  Yan Zhiyuan looked a little embarrassed, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Yan Zhiqiang hurriedly finished the round: "This year I blamed me for not paying attention. When Rice Flower was planting grapes, I was busy with the fields. Next year, next year, I will set aside a plot for growing grapes. When the time comes, our grapes will be planted. It won’t be enough."

  Yan Zhiyuan glanced at Yan Zhiqiang, somewhat speechless.

  Is this a question of enough food?

  This is a problem that the younger Daohua didn’t put his elders in the eyes, OK?

  (End of this chapter)