Once the market is available, it will inevitably be popular all over the country and even sell well overseas.
Jia Chen is going to find a few more libraries to ask the price. Whoever gives is high, he will cooperate with who.
With a relaxed step, Jia Chen returned home and found that there were two cats in the yard, a whole body was dark, and the whole body was white.
Jia Chen looked at Qingwen, who looked at the paddy knife, and asked in surprise:
"Qingwen, do you have two cats, or do you want to kill a cat?"
Qingwen stood up with two foxes, raised his index finger, reached the lips of cherry blossoms, and made a snoring gesture.
"Brother Chen, a little bit, I'm catching the snake with a cat!"
Jia Chen widened his eyes, froze, and asked:
"Where is the snake? I'll help you catch it."
Qingwen waved his hand and whispered:
"Hush -don't scare the snake away, I don't know where the snake is now, I just remember, I was suspected of seeing it in the basin last night."
Jia Chen froze slightly, and remembered that the water basin was not the big wooden basin used to take a bath?
If there is a snake in the pot, why didn't you be bitten?
Suddenly, Jia Chen realized what, scratched his head embarrassingly, and laughed:
"Rest assured, I have grabbed the water snake and throw it away. You don’t have to find it anymore."
"Oh! That's good, I was worried about it." Qingwen lost the kitchen knife on the stove, and murmured in a embarrassed complexion:
"However, in order to catch the snake, I bought two cats from the market. What should I do if these two cats? Or should I go to the market to sell it?"
Jia Chen laughed without care:
"No need, keep it, you can also catch mice and cockroaches or something. In case of a snake running our house, there are these two cat towns, you don’t have to be afraid."
Qingwen clapped his hands and applauded, and gave the two cats a name. He called Xiao Hei with the black cat, and Xiao Bai, with the white cat.
Jia Chen knew that she wanted to leave two cats as companions, in fact, because the house was too deserted, only herself and her.
When she was in Rongguo, she had a lot of girls as companions. Now that she has changed a quiet environment, she will inevitably feel lonely and boring.
Jia Chen walked into the study, Qingwen hurriedly followed, and asked with a smile: "Brother Chen, what do you have?"
"You can wash my pen to study ink. I want to write a book." Jia Chen smiled, lifted his sleeves, and sat next to the table.
The spring breeze drilled into the house through the half -covered screen window, and moved the bangs in front of his forehead, which made him have a little unruly chic and agile face.
Qingwen saw some of them, but felt that his master was so handsome. Even the most handsome Er Ye in Rongfu, compared with Brother Chen, should be slightly inferior.
Brother Chen is only nine years old, and he is already so handsome. How amazing will his appearance be when he is an adult?
I'm afraid the entire Shenjing City is difficult to find a beautiful man who can compare with them.
As his girl, I don't know how he will be arranged in the future?
If you are fortunate to be able to marry him to be a concubine, it is the blessing of heaven.
Although Qingwen was only nine years old, she was dazzling in the large dye tank with a complex interpersonal relationship in Rongguo. I already knew that the best destiny of the maid was to marry the master and make a concubine room.
As for those small crickets in the house, the girls, including Qingwen, did not treat them as people at all.
Some girls would rather be released out of their marrying, nor did they want to marry these little crickets.
Because these little sister -in -law are all slaves. After marrying them, the children born to be known as family children can only be slaves for generations for generations.
No one is willing to be a person, no one is willing to be oppressed, and no one is willing to be manipulated by others.
Throughout the ages, women want to climb the branches. This is a humanistic.
For example, in modern society, who do not want to marry the president in the company? Who wants to marry a male employee who is also a migrant worker?
Saying good to work, what is the difference between those who are not nice to say?
It's just a kind of name.
Only marrying to the upper levels is a shortcut that women break the solidification of the class.
Although Qingwen did not know the word "class", he also knew that only when he married Jia Chen can he fly to the branch to become a phoenix.
When Jia Chen saw Qingwen was stunned, he asked with a smile:
"Why are you in a daze? Is there something?"
Qingwen is straightforward, and does not hide it, telling the truth:
"I heard Xiaohong said, 'Thousands of miles have a long shed, there is no dispersion banquet'. Although I can stay with Brother Chen now, I am worried that when Brother Chen will be married in the future, can I still keep me to serve?
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Although Qingwen did not completely clear the words, Jia Chen had seen through her heart, and Wen Yan smiled:
"Rest assured, you are such a good girl, how can I bear to drive you away? As long as you perform well, I will not treat you."
Jia Chen didn't say full, and didn't tell Qingwen that she wanted to marry her as a concubine, so as not to be arrogant and proud, in turn, she jurisdicted herself, and even made any violations of the rules.
Even if he treats the future room, Jia Chen is very particular about controlling the next way.
After listening to Jia Chen's promise, Qingwen smiled immediately, and he was busy to wash his pen to research ink.
Jia Chen's pen dipped in ink, showing the paper.
The dragon is taken away, the straight painting is like a sword, the pen is like a vine, and if you danger the peaks, you fall into the rock, as if the orchid leaves are brushed.
Long Fei Feng dance, sprinkle.
Although Qingwen was literate, he didn't know much. He only felt that Jia Chen's words were not only magnificent, but also chic and elegant, just like drawing a paint paintings, pleasing to the eye, such as Gan Gangyu.
"Four Training" has a total of more than 11,600 words. Jia Chen wrote a book and spent two hours before writing.
After he finished writing the last stroke, it was almost noon.
Qingwen looked at it as fascinated and stunned, but forgot to make lunch.
Jia Chen deliberately raised his face and taught Shen Sheng:
"Qingwen, why don't you cook yet? As a girl, you are lazy and slippery. Do you say, should you be punished?"
Qingwen's face was white, he snapped, and hurriedly said:
"The slaves knew that the mistake, the slaves went to cook!"
Without the words, she turned and rushed into the kitchen.
Who knew that she was panicked and hurried, and was stumbled by the bucket. As a result, she pierced into a pile of pot ash next to the stove, dyed the entire face, which was a bit funny and cute.
Jia Chen's lips were slightly raised. Just now, he promised Qingwen, who was Shi En, and taught her to teach her. It was Shi Wei. He had a hot temper, a little girl with a sharp teeth.
Knock her and let her recognize her position. Otherwise, she would be petting and proud in the morning and evening, pushing her nose on her face, as a maid, put on the shelf of the master.
After a while, a thick meat fragrance floated in the kitchen.
After less than half a cup of tea, Qingwen walked over with a bowl of broth and said timidly:
"Brother Chen, I am worried that you are hungry. You can't prepare too much meals in your hasty. Only a pot of ham fresh bamboo shoot soup is stewed. You can put your belly first, what do you want to eat, tell me, I immediately do it.
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Jia Chen took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of ham, stuffed it into his mouth, and the ultimate fresh fragrance permeated between the lips and teeth.
"Well, the taste is not bad. Seeing that you have done so deliciously, this time you punish you, but it's not an example!"
Qingwen carefully stunned the first: "The slaves knew that they were wrong, and they would cook on time in the future."
Jia Chen laughed: "The tofu leather buns you make are delicious, I haven't eaten enough, you make another pot, I'll come back to eat later."
After that, Jia Chen walked into the kitchen and packed a bowl of ham fresh bamboo shoot soup in the food box in person, and then went out of the door with the food box.
Looking at the back of Jia Chen's Yuanyuan, Qingwen originally had a warm current in the anxiety. It seems that Brother Chen still cares about himself and knows that he loves to eat tofu leather buns, so he let himself steam a pot.
At the same time, Qingwen was also very curious. Before I ate each meal, Brother Chen had to carry a food box to go out to the door. I didn't know who to give me a meal?