Black Widow became the richest man by farming

Chapter 219
"It's still too poor." Ye Sanniang said dejectedly. She was also considered a wealthy family, but there were many places to spend money.

"Mother, mother, don't be depressed! We can set up a stall to sell calligraphy." Ye Luoxing looked at her anxiously and said.

"What do you mean?" Ye Sanniang suddenly raised her head and looked at him without blinking and said, "You can still sell this word?" in a tone of disbelief.

"I think what Luoxing is talking about is not words, but writing letters for others." Ye Yanxing looked at Ye Luoxing with dark eyes and said.

"Yes, yes, yes! You can earn money by writing letters on behalf of you." Ye Luoxing nodded like a chicken.

"Improbable." Gao Mancang shook his head slightly when he heard the words, "This old slave has lived in Hedong Village for so many years, and few households have ever seen anyone write a letter, and the farthest places are only Zhangde and Huaiqing. This is what you can get there by walking for a few days, so why bother writing letters!"

"But I see that there are letter writing booths in the city." Ye Yanxing said immediately after hearing the words, "I think the price is lower and I think it will attract people."

"Master Yan Xing said so!" Gao Mancang continued, "Those stalls that write letters for you are full of regular customers. If we rashly step in and trespass into their territory, we're afraid we'll start a fight."

"This is malicious competition. It's not good, it's not good!" Ye Sanniang flatly rejected the words, "You have to find a business that no one else has done before."

"What do you mean?" Ye Yanxing and his brothers looked at her with wide eyes and said.

"It means using your brains on food, clothing, housing and transportation." Ye Sanniang said, looking at them brightly.

"Clothes? This is not a place where silk and satin are produced. How can we work hard?" Ye Yanxing looked at her with black grape-like eyes and said, "Everyone has a house, and they basically build it by themselves."

"Okay?" Ye Luoxing said with a chuckle, "Most people have legs, and spend their whole lives around this acre of land."

"It seems that we can only work hard on the food." Ye Yanxing blinked his clear eyes and looked at her and said.

"No, the smell of oily smoke is too strong, and it's too hard." Ye Sanniang shook her head decisively.

"This won't work, that won't hit, what on earth does mother want to do?" Ye Yanxing scratched her head and said in embarrassment, "You taught us to keep our feet on the ground."

"Brat." Ye Sanniang was taken aback when she heard the words, and said while looking at him dotingly.

"Listen to our Yan Xing, what do you say? What do I do?" Ye Sanniang said while looking at him with beautiful amber pupils.

"For fish balls, I think our fish balls are the best." Ye Luoxing said with his hands raised high.

"If you really want to be a roadside stall, aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Ye Sanniang said with a smile on her lips, her crystal eyes reflecting the figures of the two.

"Don't be afraid!" Ye Yanxing looked at her with big eyes and shook her head slightly, looking at her calmly and said, "People who work hard on the ground should not be laughed at."

"I really want to sell fish balls! Let's sell fish balls and listen to my son." Ye Sanniang looked at him with lively eyes and said dotingly.

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Talking and laughing, when they returned home, Zheyuan looked at them with the spring breeze blowing on their faces and said, "It seems that the meeting with Mrs. Lu went well."

"Smooth is much better than I originally thought, and the chat was very speculative." Ye Sanniang was visibly happy, the smile started from the eyes, and gradually appeared on the lips and cheeks, which can easily catch people's attention. It was a worthwhile trip.

"Looking at the magistrate, one can imagine that the magistrate's wife must also be an upright person." Zheyuan said while looking at her with beautiful peach eyes.

"Grandma, how do you know?" Ye Yanxing said, looking at her curiously.

"It's not that the whole family doesn't come in." Zheyuan looked at them with a smile and said, "If you can try your mother's case fairly, you must not be a bad person."

"It makes sense." Ye Yanxing smiled and nodded frequently.

"We bought three roast chickens, and you tore them up with your hands. Let's make soup with the skeletons," Ye Sanniang said, holding a rattan vegetable basket with three kraft paper bags inside.

Zheyuan smiled and said, "This way I won't be humbled by chicken legs."

"That's right." Ye Sanniang said in a very good mood, "Boil the skeleton into soup, add some noodles, a warm bowl in this cold weather is the best."

"Listen to you." Zheyuan took the basket and said.

"Put more ginger, spicy is the best." Ye Sanniang said looking at Zheyuan's back.

"Okay!" Zheyuan replied with a smile.

"Mother! Hug." Ye Lingzhi raised her hands and looked at her innocent face.

"Okay." Ye Sanniang hugged her up, "Be good when we're not at home!"

"Good, I'm good." Ye Lingzhi said in a childlike voice with her arms around her neck.

"Really?" Ye Sanniang kissed her soft little cheek and said.

"Let's go to our house." Ye Sanniang carried Ye Lingzhi across the yard, stepped into the main hall, sat beside the Eight Immortals table, and said, "What are you doing raspberry?"

"Write your own name." Yao Raspberry looked at her with a small smile and said.

"Oh! Can you write?" Ye Sanniang looked at her tenderly and said, "Go get it for me to see."

Yao Raspberry ran into the study excitedly, took out the big characters she wrote, "Aunt Ye, the writing is not good."

"Wow... well written!" Ye Sanniang put the big characters on the table of the Eight Immortals.

"Don't lie to me." Yao Raspberry said shyly after being praised, "It's not as good as Brother Yanxing's writing."

"I've been writing for five or six years, and Sister Raspberry has only been writing for five or six days, can it compare?" Ye Yanxing stood behind Ye Sanniang and looked at the writing on the table of the Eight Immortals, "It's very good. I wrote it just now, in the words of my father: like a dog crawling."

"Hehe..." Yao Raspberry laughed when he heard the words, and quickly said, "I'm sorry, I don't have any."

"It doesn't matter, the master also commented in the same way." Ye Yanxing looked at her with a smile and said, "Just write more, this is not something that can be done overnight."

"Yan Xing is right, if you keep writing down, you will definitely get better and better." Ye Sanniang said while looking at her with gentle eyes like jade.

"En!" Yao Raspberry was greatly encouraged and nodded heavily, her confidence greatly increased.

Ye Sanniang pointed at Yao Raspberry's handwriting with her index finger, and commented on them one by one, praising good writing and pointing out and correcting bad writing.

Yao Raspberry listened very carefully, smiling at her age when she praised her, and listened with a straight face and humility when she corrected her.

Fingers are writing gestures on the Eight Immortals table.

"Mother is biased. When we wrote big characters, we were never taught this way." Ye Luoxing said in a sour tone.

Raspberry Yao was so frightened that she was silent and dared not move.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this kid is jealous! It's not really your fault." Ye Sanniang cast a reproachful glance at Ye Luoxing, "With your father here, why should I speak?"

　Continue at zero, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for collection

　　
　
(End of this chapter)