Zhao Yanping handed a bag of oranges to the old lady: "On the way back, I saw someone selling them, so I bought three pounds to try it out for you."

While taking it, Old Mrs. Zhao curled her lips: "I spent money indiscriminately. When did I love eating oranges? I was so sore that I bought three pounds in one go. How much did I spend?"

Zhao Yanping said: "It's not expensive, I'll try it for Cui Niang and Guo Xing, so I'll wash my face first."

After saying that, Zhao Yanping took the washbasin from Ajiao's hand and went to the backyard alone.

Cui Niang stood at the kitchen door and looked at the oranges in the old lady Zhao's hand with eager eyes.

Old Mrs. Zhao lowered her head and counted. The oranges she bought were quite large, with only ten in total.

Old Mrs. Zhao picked a smaller one for Cui Niang, asked Cui Niang to take it to share with Guo Xing, and handed it to Jiao: "You peel it, half of us are one of us, and keep the rest for the official, he loves to eat."

In fact, Mrs. Zhao doesn’t know whether her grandson loves her or not. In the common people’s homes, they rarely buy fruits specifically. After being a captain, they occasionally bring some fruits back, which are all rewarded by adults. According to Mrs. Zhao’s observation, the grandson’s expressionless faces and cannot tell his preferences. This time, the grandson took the initiative to buy oranges, so he should be the one who likes her?

Ajiao secretly remembered that the official liked to eat oranges, and then went to the kitchen to wash his hands, peeled the oranges and handed the whole thing to Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao didn't like to eat sour food, but also remembered that Gillian had been busy in the house for the afternoon, so she gave most of the half to Gillian, and ate the smaller half herself.

Gillian wanted to give her two more petals, but Old Mrs. Zhao glared at her and said, "If you give her food, you can eat it, so that your aunt will say I'm harsh on you."

Gillian then ate it by herself.

The orange petals are plump, with a hint of sweetness. After biting it, the juice immediately splashed in the mouth, spilling the taste buds.

Gillian liked it very much, and she became more and more impressed by the official. She was very good at handling cases and had a high vision for buying fruits. She picked out ripe oranges, which were neither sour nor rotten.

After Zhao Yanping wiped his body, he saw the old lady and Ajiao sitting together in front of the yard eating oranges and went to the east room to change their clothes. Unexpectedly, when he opened the curtain, he saw an additional bench in the room. A dustpan was placed on the bench, and a layer of clean old cloth was laid in the dustpan, and then the five elements silk flowers, pink crabapples, red peony, white peony, and yellow rose were neatly arranged.

There are the most pink begonia, with eight flowers, and the other three are five. A layer of veil is covered with flowers.

Zhao Yanping couldn't help but walk to the dustpan and saw the silk flowers as vivid as real flowers.

Her hands were so coincidental?

After changing into the middle clothes, Zhao Yanping went out.

Ajiao just peeled an orange for him at the reminder of Mrs. Zhao. Seeing that the official came out, Ajiao smiled and handed the orange over: "Just try it, right? This orange is so delicious."

Zhao Yanping nodded. At this time, Mrs. Zhao took the remaining oranges to the west room. Zhao Yanping glanced at the shape of the oranges streaked out of the bag, guessed the number, and then determined that A Jiao and the others had only divided two oranges in total.

Grandma's temper...

Zhao Yanping instantly gave up the idea of ​​persuading his grandmother. The old lady was frugal all her life and could not change it.

Zhao Yanping didn’t blame his grandmother. Anyone who is rich wants to live so stingy is poor.

Zhao Yanping sat at the dining table, and the old lady Zhao put out the oranges and saw her grandson finishing the oranges in a few seconds.

The grandson loves food so much, Old Mrs. Zhao immediately said, "Do you still want it? I'll get one for you?"

Zhao Yanping said: "Eat first, and I will take it myself after I finish it."

Cui Niang happened to bring in supper, steaming shredded pork noodles.

Cui Niang also ate oranges and happily said to Zhao Yanping before leaving: "The oranges bought by the official are so delicious. The oranges from the Liu family are ripe, and the trees are hanging there. I saw that they are greedy every time, but I didn't expect that the official bought them back today, hehe."

Zhao Yanping quickly glanced at Gillian.

Gillian was serving noodles for him, picking the noodles, then scoops of pork inside into a bowl, and spreading them a full layer.

"Enough, you can eat too." Zhao Yanping said.

Gillian seized the time and took another chopsticks of shredded meat, and gave him the bowl with a smile.

There were not many shredded meat left in the basin, and Jiao took all four or five pieces of meat to Old Lady Zhao.

Old Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear to eat it and wanted to pick it up for her grandson.

Zhao Yanping blocked her, with a calm face and didn't want to speak.

This temper was inexplicably illusory. Old Mrs. Zhao looked at Ah Jiao. Ah Jiao shook her head nervously, and she didn't do anything.

Zhao Yanping served a bowl of noodles, but no one watched it.

Old Mrs. Zhao was quiet for a while, unable to hide her words, and said to her grandson with a smile: "Did Yanping see the silk flowers in your house? They are all made by A Jiao. A Jiao is really skillful. She made more than twenty flowers in one afternoon, which look better than those sold in the shop. I took them to the Deng family, Zhen'er liked them very much. I asked me how much it cost. I said five words. She couldn't bear it at first, but then she gritted her teeth and bought it."

Fearing that his grandson wouldn't understand, Mrs. Zhao also explained: "Silk made of the same silk on the street, I can only sell three cents at home, and five cents at the shop. Gillian's craftsmanship is better than those in the shop. I think it's cheaper to sell five cents, so I should add one more cent."

Gillian said: "This kind of gadget is made with small profits but quick turnover. I'm worried that I can't sell it for five words."

Zhao Yanping finally looked up and asked her: "How much does a silk flower cost?"

Gillian had calculated it: "Without the silk, the thread and other miscellaneous materials, the cost is a little more than two cents, but less than three cents."

Old Mrs. Zhao excitedly settled the score for her grandson: "Gillian moves quickly. She can make fifty flowers a day. The cost of one flower is calculated based on three cents. If you sell five cents, you can earn two cents a day. If you can earn one hundred cents a day, one liang a day, and three liang a month, you can earn three liang a month. If you count the wages you gave me to Guo Xing, they will earn more than you!"

Gillian lowered her head embarrassedly.

Zhao Yanping poured a bucket of cold water on the two of them: "Even if Gillian can make fifty flowers a day, can you guarantee that fifty flowers can be sold on the same day? Also, there are fewer pedestrians on the street on rainy days, and there are not even stalls for sheds when it rains heavily. There is a lot of rain in the local area, and it is good to open twenty days a month on average."

Gillian was stunned. She didn't think so much.

Old Mrs. Zhao was even more shocked.

Zhao Yanping thought for a moment and said, "Open it for a month before you can predict how much you can earn. Don't think it's too beautiful. Also, if you do this kind of needlework too long in advance, it's easy to accumulate dust. It's enough to make twenty flowers a day. Scarcity is expensive. If you put too much at a time, it's too cheap."

Gillian thought something.

Old Mrs. Zhao just wanted to make money and said, "We can't sell it ourselves. The rest can be sold to the shop at a cheap price. Otherwise, Gillian could make for forty or fifty flowers a day. You only let her make twenty flowers. Isn't it too wasteful for the idle time?"

Zhao Yanping looked at the old lady and said, "I hired her as a concubine to serve me. She does needlework all day long, so how can she have the heart to serve me? There are also the embroiderers in the shop, all of whom are bent over and squint. I would rather my concubine than make money than she looks like that, making people laugh at me for not being able to support this family, and rely on women to supplement it."

This time, Zhao Yanping was very fair, glaring at the old lady and Gillian.

Gillian was so afraid that she couldn't even hold the bowl, so she didn't dare to put it down.

Old Mrs. Zhao is more resistant than her. Although she is reluctant to make less money, Old Mrs. Zhao thought about it carefully and found that her grandson's words make some sense. She also expects Gillian to touch her grandson's heart. She does needlework all day long, and her eyes are blurred. Not to mention that her grandson has disgusted her appetite, she also wants to be criticized for treating her concubine as a cow.

It’s just right to make twenty silk flowers a day, half an hour in the morning and half an hour in the afternoon, you can make money without any effort.

"Everyone, I will listen to you. From now on, I will make twenty flowers every day, so I will have plenty of time to serve you."

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at her grandson meaningfully, gritted her teeth and scolded the stubborn donkey. She was afraid of losing face, but she used the excuse of needing A Jiao to serve her. He did something serious and really put A Jiao to sleep!

Zhao Yanping had already lowered his head to eat noodles, but he did not understand the look of Mrs. Zhao.

He finished his meal first, went to the west room and took out two oranges, and then went into the east room.

Gillian kept her head down.

Seeing that her little face was still pale, Old Mrs. Zhao sighed and said, "You're afraid of being harsh on you, just say a few words? He has this temper and is used to it. I'm scolded by him every day, but I have to be good. Since he asks you to serve him with peace of mind, listen to him and serve him comfortably and calmly, and see what he has to say!"

Old Mrs. Zhao stared at the curtain of the east room and said, blaming her grandson again.

Zhao Yanping sat at the desk and looked expressionlessly.

Ajiao accompanied Cui Niang to clean the kitchen, then brought in her foot wash water. She would sit next to the desk to wash, but today the official raped her, so Ajiao put the foot wash basin in front of the dressing table and washed without saying a word.

According to the habits of the two, Zhao Yanping would use her foot wash directly, but Gillian didn't dare tonight and was preparing to go outside to change the water.

"No need to change it, bring it over."

Zhao Yanping put down the book and looked at her side face and said.

Gillian obediently did it. After putting the foot basin, she stood up when she suddenly had a big hand in front of her, holding two oranges in her palm.

Gillian looked at him in surprise.

The clear apricot eyes were still filled with fear of him. Zhao Yanping lowered his eyes and whispered: "I see that you often look at the orange trees of the Liu family, are you greedy?"

Gillian subconsciously said: "When will I..."

Before she finished speaking, Gillian realized that the way she rested her eyes was to look into the distance, but the bare God, the house was not visible. She went to see the orange tree of the Liu family several times. The official misunderstood that she was greedy for oranges?

Just as Gillian was about to argue, another thought came up in a flash. Could it be that the official bought the orange for her today?

Gillian's little face became hot, and she looked at the orange in his hand and asked shyly: "Then, if I were not greedy, would the official buy this orange today?"

Zhao Yanping paused and said, "I bought it if I buy it. There are so many questions. Let's eat it, I'm going to wash my feet."

He was cold, but Gillian just tasted a little sweetness.

She took the two oranges and sat opposite him in two steps.

Zhao Yanping looked at her with his own eyes: "I've been running outside for a day. The boots tasted so good. Go to the bed to eat."

Gillian said oh and moved the place obediently.

When Zhao Yanping was washing his feet, Gillian went outside to wash oranges first, and then sat on the head of the bed to peel them. This was the orange that the official bought for her. Gillian ate it with peace of mind and slowly savored it one by one.

When Zhao Yanping came back after pouring water and continued reading, Gillian came to him again.

Zhao Yanping held the book, but couldn't see her face.

Suddenly, a little hand leaned over from under the book, and a plump orange was held in the white palm, and the white silk on each orange petal was actually picked and picked.

"I'm full, I'll give this to the official."
Chapter completed!