Farmer's counterattack is busy with farming

Chapter 293

Ning Xianxian's flower shop is a big success.

Thanks to her efforts, not only Qixi Festival, but also Qingming Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, some people bought chrysanthemums back home.

Although some imitated flower shops have appeared one after another, they are still not as impressive as Ningji's flower shop and Ningji's endless fresh methods.

This exquisite flower shop can be regarded as having a corner in the town.

And the Ningji flower shop in Kyoto, under the care of Ding Cha, a technician, and Tang Ting, is also quietly expanding its influence.

Soon after, Liu Danfeng wanted to shift his mind to his studies, so Mingming took care of the flower shop in the town for the time being.

Fortunately, the flower shop was on the right track, and Liu Chunhua went to help from time to time, so it was okay.

As for Ning Xianxian, she kept a low profile and was already discussing with Ding Cha, starting to prepare for the development of rouge powder and other things.

The flower shop is just a small beginning, and her goal is not limited to this.

The Ningji brand, under the prosperity of the major merchants, has developed quietly and silently.

The days also passed day by day.

During this period, Ning Xianxian kept correspondence with Mrs. Qing and Mo Ran.

The war between Great Zhou and Northern Qi has fallen into a stalemate. The long-term war wears off, and the national power of the two countries is empty, and they are somewhat unable to support it.

Fortunately, Mrs. Qing and Dean Lin sat down to mediate, and the two countries announced a temporary truce to recuperate.

Ning Xianxian has always been paying close attention to the situation in the frontier, and things are exactly as she thought.Although the two countries had a truce and Mrs. Qing and his wife came back, Mo Ran did not come back, but was ordered by the emperor to stay there.

Ning Xianxian felt a little uneasy, and would harass Mrs. Qing from time to time, but she couldn't find her master, so she pestered Dean Lin and asked them to pay more attention to the situation in the frontier.

Mrs. Qing knew that she was not a fool. Although she was puzzled, she still wrote letters to Empress Lin every now and then as she wanted.Empress Lin went to harass the emperor when she got the letter. The emperor, who loved his wife like his life, had no choice but to honestly report the situation in the frontier.

Ning Xianxian was slightly relieved when he could get news from Mo Ran on a regular basis.

At least, there are so many important people paying attention to the situation there, he will not disappear there silently like in his previous life...

This is the best thing Ning Xianxian can do for Mo Ran.

Time flows slowly, and the days go by in a blink of an eye.

Five years passed without knowing it.

It's the time of the new year again.

The heavy snow fell one after another, was swept by the cold wind, and blew onto people's faces.

There are two bright red lanterns hanging at the entrance of Ning's flower shop, which is quite festive.

Several young girls in fur robes came out of the flower shop together, holding the inserted vases in their hands, chatting chirpingly.

"The flowers are so beautiful..."

"That's right, the refreshments at their house are good, and the room is fragrant and warm. I don't even want to leave."

"It's because I like sister Ning's flowers, and I want to learn more from her..."

"Then come again next time."

"You need to make an appointment. Sister Ning doesn't teach people casually..."

Several girls left with smiles on their faces, and some people walked in from time to time,

As for the entrances of the flower shops on the opposite side, there were very few people, very deserted.

The shopkeepers at the door watched helplessly and enviously.

At this moment, a young man in a padded robe walked into Ningji Flower Shop in a huff, stomped his feet to keep the snow off his body, and complained to the young boy standing behind the counter: "Damn snow, it's getting bigger and bigger Let me explain clearly, where is your young lady? I have been to Hengwuyuan just now, but she is not there."

He is obviously a 12-year-old boy, he has grown a lot taller, he is wearing a melon skin hat, and he is lying on the counter writing warmly, when he heard this, he looked up and said with a smile: "Brother Danfeng is here? Miss Sister is not here, nor is she going to Zhuque Hall anymore."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. If she doesn't go back to prepare for the New Year, what is she going to do in Suzaku Hall?"

"I don't know. When Guan Wu came to look for her, she went. It seems that Zhuquetang is in trouble."

"She went by herself?" Liu Danfeng raised an eyebrow.

"Otherwise?" Mingming looked up at him, "Young lady is fine by herself, and bringing others with her would be too bullying."

Liu Danfeng: "...I'll go and have a look."

"Brother Danfeng all these years, you are the only one who still treats Miss Sister as a weak girl." Mingming muttered and shook his head, lowered his head and continued to write.

Liu Danfeng didn't hear his muttering, even if he did, he wouldn't take it to heart.

He hurried to the Vermillion Bird Hall, and before he got close, he saw an object, which was thrown out, and smashed into the snowdrift at the door.

Liu Danfeng was stunned for a moment, walked to the door and saw a [-] or [-] year old girl in red coat.

The girl's long hair hangs down her waist, her face is immature, and on her plump and fresh face, there is a pair of radiant eyes.However, the slightly drooping corners of her eyes and a mole at the end of her eyes gave her a look of indifference and innocence.

At first glance, this is a beautiful girl.

She was sitting on a chair, playing with a shiny silver whip in her hand.

Behind her, surrounded by seven or eight guys who were watching eagerly, they seemed to be protecting Miss Jiao in her boudoir.

Seeing Liu Danfeng, the girl smiled and said in a sweet voice, "Liu Danfeng, what are you doing here?"

Liu Danfeng walked in, sighed and said, "Are you beating someone again?"

The girl's cheeks were porcelain white, and she said helplessly, "Someone always comes to Suzaku Hall to make trouble."

"Zhuquetang has robbed all the business of other medical clinics in the past few years, and it is normal for people to trouble you!" Liu Danfeng stretched out his hand and said with a straight face, "Ning Xianxian, please don't bully others, your mother is at home Waiting for you, go back quickly!"

"Okay, I know."

Ning Xianxian stood up. She was a full head taller than five years ago. She was tall and slender. The baby fat had completely faded away, and she almost couldn't see the shadow of the past at all.

She raised her slender legs, stepped out of the gate, and looked at the person in the snowdrift.

"Gao Qiu, if you dare to pretend to be a patient and extort money to tarnish the reputation of my Suzaku Hall, I will burn your shop down!"

The snowdrift moved, and a man with a pig's head rolled out, wanting to cry without tears: "How dare I, little aunt, please forgive me, treat me as a fart, let me go?"

"roll."

"I'm leaving now!"

The man named Gao Qiu really lay down on the ground and rolled away slowly...

Liu Danfeng looked at it speechlessly for a long time, and pointed to a light carriage not far away: "I brought your carriage here, pick it up with Mingming, let's go home?"

"Okay." Ning Xianxian put away his whip and jumped into the carriage.

Liu Danfeng sat at the front and drove the car, and said with a wry smile: "You are almost becoming the fourth villain of our Shahe Town. In the past few years, who doesn't know your notoriety as Ning Si. Others regard you as a naughty little girl. People know that you are the mysterious owner of Hengwuyuan, and you still don't scare people's jaws off!"

Now Ning Xian's ostensible identity is still the small owner of the Ning family's small flower shop.

Only a few people know that she is the real boss of Hengwuyuan, which has risen suddenly in recent years and deals in cloth, jewelry, spices, cosmetics and other items.

(End of this chapter)