shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

Chapter 192 Selling Embroidery

After eating a bowl of wontons, everyone's faces showed a few blushes.

After Mother Wen swallowed the wontons in her mouth, she sighed and said, "It's so delicious."

Jiang Zhimiao didn't say anything. He took a few mouthfuls of wonton soup, put down the bowl, and echoed, "It's really good."

If it wasn't for the delicious taste, Minghuai and the others wouldn't have eaten it all. They even drank every drop of the soup, which shows that the wontons are indeed good.

With shopping in mind, after paying the money and thanking the stall owner, the group happily went to the street.

The street was bustling with people and crowded with vendors. Although there were fewer people than when the weather was cold, it was still very lively.

The New Year is approaching, and vendors selling couplets and lanterns are set up on the roadside. Jiang Zhimiao feels happy when he sees the festive red.

Each family bought different things. When they went out on the street, the two families went shopping together for a while and then separated. Jing Ming blinked and stared at Jiang Zhimiao, which made her heart soften.

"Auntie, why don't you let Jingming live with us? I'll watch over him and nothing will happen." Jiang Zhimiao suggested to Mother Wen.

If the streets were crowded with people, she would naturally not say this. After all, people's energy is limited. In that situation, it would be too busy to look after two children, let alone one more.

"That's okay. Since Jing Ming wants to go, then go ahead. It'll take a lot of effort to see so many children at once." Mother Wen lowered her head and thought for a while before saying.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled and took Jing Ming's hand, "I know, Auntie, I'll make sure not even a single hair of his hair falls out."

"Okay, that's it for now. Zhuqing and I will go to the butcher's shop first. If it's suitable, I'll bring you some, and then just give me the money later." Mother Wen said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you very much, Auntie." Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhimiao smiled and nodded, and then said goodbye to them.

Wen Zhuqing had expected early on that the two families would separate. Secretly, he wanted to go with the Jiang family like Jing Ming, but he was busy and could only take a deep look at their departing figures.

"Sister, candied haws on a stick, I want to eat candied haws on a stick!" When Mingzhu saw the candied haws seller coming, her eyes lit up and her saliva almost flowed out.

Jiang Zhimiao was a little puzzled. He had just finished eating the wontons and was already so hungry before he had even taken two steps?Those who didn't know thought she was hungry. She glanced at her blankly, and the baby's saliva flowed to her mouth. Seeing this, she was very puzzled.

"Sister, candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick, mom said before that you can buy me candied haws on a stick." Seeing that the candied haws seller was about to pass, Mingzhu rubbed Xu Yourong's leg and said shamelessly.

"Mingzhu, my stomach is still full after eating just now. When the food in my stomach is almost gone, I will buy it for you." Xu Yourong said softly.

Upon hearing this, Mingzhu's heart instantly went cold. She blinked her eyes and pursed her lips, as if she was about to cry.

Jiang Zhimiao touched her head cheerfully, waved her hand, and said boldly: "Okay, I'm happy today, sister will buy it for you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mingzhu turned from crying to laughing, happily rushed over and hugged her leg, rubbed her leg again and said, "Sister, it's better for me to be nice."

Jiang Zhimiao smiled and did not reply to her. He stopped the vendor selling candied haws on a stick and asked for a few skewers, "Boss, here are five skewers of candied haws on a stick."

Selling candied haws on a stick is a children's business. As long as the children want it, how can adults not obey?Therefore, after seeing the longing in the eyes of several children, he deliberately slowed down his pace, just to wait for the adults to compromise. No, he waited for sure, and a big customer came.The vendor happily took down five bunches of crystal-clear candied haws from the straw pile and handed them over. He smiled and said: "It's not sweet and doesn't cost money. I've been in business for many years. Eat my candied haws and keep them for the rest of your life." It’s all very sweet.”

Jiang Zhimiao was amused, took out ten coins from his bag and handed them over, "Okay, I'll accept your good advice."

To say that this stall owner also knows how to do business, before Mingzhu said it, he was walking with a lot of energy carrying the straw stacks. As soon as Mingzhu said it, his steps slowed down instantly. She didn't believe it even if she didn't have any idea.

As soon as she got the candied haws, Mingzhu couldn't wait to take a bite. Seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao said quietly, "Yes, I bought it, but don't eat too much, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable in your stomach for a while and I won't help you rub it."

The wontons taste good and the portions are large. Adults are a bit reluctant to eat a large bowl, let alone a child. She is really afraid of holding on to the candied haws before she has finished digesting it.

Either I won't give it to her, or it's not worth the effort to hold on to a bunch of candied haws.

Upon hearing this, Mingzhu puffed out her cheeks and nodded, and Jiang Zhimiao said the same thing to Minghuai Jingming again.

Seeing them nodding, she smiled, praised them a few words, and then, under their shocked eyes, she took a few bites of the candied haws in her hand.

Minghuai/Jingming/Mingzhu: surprised face.

It's one thing to say that the stall owner's business is good because he observes people's emotions. It's another thing to say that the candied haws are well cooked. Jiang Zhimiao smacked his lips twice and thought about the taste. It was sour and sweet, so delicious.

Xu Yourong watched a few children playing together, smiled in a low voice, and took a bite of the candied haws, her teeth sore, and her face instantly wrinkled up.

She looked down at the crystal-clear candied haws covered in syrup in her hand, paused, and did not dare to take another bite.

By the time they arrived at the embroidery shop, two bunches of candied haws berries were already in Jiang Zhimiao's stomach, and even the three small candied haws pods in her hands were running out.

Seeing that they had almost eaten, she put away all the remaining candied haws and promised to return it to them later.

Xu Yourong stood in front of the embroidery shop, feeling uncontrollably panicked. It was one thing to embroider it, but it was another thing to come and sell it. More money, less money, it was all about this. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes. , with a heartbeat, he followed Jiang Zhimiao through the door.

Selling embroidery was Jiang Zhimiao's first time as a grown-up girl, but fortunately she had inquired about the price of the handkerchief in advance, and after several discussions, she finally sold it to an embroidery shop for three cents a handkerchief.

The proprietress of the embroidery shop was a gentle woman. Before leaving, she saw how cute the children were and gave them a lot of cloth. Seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao smiled gratefully.

Counting the newly sold copper plates in his hand, Xu Yourong exclaimed in disbelief, "I didn't expect it could be sold for so much money."

Feeling the weight of the heavy copper plate in her hand, she felt reassured and laughed out loud, "I will definitely embroider more to sell when I get back. This much money is enough to buy dozens of bunches of candied haws."

"Mom, you've been embroidering for so many days, aren't you tired? I look tired. It's almost the New Year, so it's better to embroider less handkerchiefs and care more about how to spend this year." Jiang Zhimiao pressed the button He held her shoulders and said helplessly.

90 cents was not much, not much, but the handkerchief was sold out just by chance. The place was so desolate, it would probably take a long time for the 30 handkerchiefs in the store to be sold out.

As for what she said about embroidering more, forget it. There is no market for embroidering, which is still worrying.

(End of this chapter)