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Chapter 232 Chapter 232: Chunhua Helps Uncle Buy Something (3000 words)
"I'm not cold, let's go."

The man said something warmly, and walked out with the child in his arms.

Shen Qingcheng followed behind the man, watching the man carefully protect the little girl in his arms warmed her heart.

In the future, when they have a child of their own, this man will love their own child as much as he loves Luo'er.

Thinking about it, Shen Qingcheng still had some longing in her heart.

The couple walked out of the main room of the Yang family, only to realize later that Mo Liang hadn't followed.

Shen Qingcheng pulled Jun Wulan's arm and asked, "Brother Jun, Uncle Liang hasn't caught up yet, let's wait for Uncle Liang."

Mo Liang is now in Yang Chunhua's room.

Yang Chunhua saw him as mysterious.

"Uncle Liang, if you need my help, just tell me."

Mo Liang rubbed his hands hard, feeling very restrained, not knowing how to speak.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Yang Chunhua reminded: "Qingcheng and Jun are still outside waiting for you to grow old."

Mo Liang was afraid that Jun Yiluo would fall asleep and freeze, so he turned his heart and asked, "Chunhua, there is a fair in Xiliang Town tomorrow, will you go?"

Yang Chunhua said: "Go, Chunfen and I are going to learn how to make pastry from Qingcheng."

Mo Liang took out a small string of copper coins from his pocket, about fifty Wen.

"Go to the town tomorrow and help me buy this erotic picture."

After he finished speaking, he was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at Yang Chunhua.

Yang Chunhua stared blankly at Mo Liang for a long time, then blinked and said, "Uncle Liang, what are you doing with this thing? Could it be?"

Mo Liang knew that he was thinking wrong, so he gave him an angry look.

"At my age, I don't need erotic pictures anymore. This is for Alan. That kid has lived for more than [-] years and only recently held a woman's hand. If I don't buy him a erotic picture for reference, I'm afraid He will never be able to have a bridal chamber with Qing Cheng in his whole life."

Yang Chunhua laughed, very smug, before he found that he was not as good as Jun Wulan in every aspect, but now he found that Jun Wulan was not as good as him in this point, so he felt very embarrassed.

"The one surnamed Jun doesn't even know how to enter the bridal chamber, so he's ashamed to say that he can give Qingcheng a lifetime of happiness."

Yang Chunhua's face was full of contempt for Jun Wulan.

Then he said arrogantly to Mo Liang: "For your old face, Uncle Liang, I will buy erotic pictures for the surnamed Jun."

"Then thank you Chunhua."

As if a huge event had been accomplished, Mo Liang heaved a sigh of relief, stuffed the bunch of copper coins into Yang Chunhua's arms, and hurriedly turned and left.

Yang Chunhua didn't have much money on hand, so he put Mo Liang's money in his arms.

Jun Wulan and his wife waited outside for a while before seeing Mo Liang walking out of Yang Chunhua's room.

A trace of surprise appeared in Jun Wulan's eyes.

When did this old man know Yang Chunhua so well?He was so familiar that he even wandered into Yang Chunhua's bedroom.

"Uncle Liang, you were behind us just now, why did you come out of Brother Chunhua's room now?"

Yang Chunhua doesn't talk much, and Mo Liang is not the kind of person who likes to chat. Shen Qingcheng is also curious when Mo Liang and Yang Chunhua are so familiar.

Mo Liang was afraid that the young couple would find out, so he walked around Jun Wulan and strode out.

"It's all acquaintances. Is there any problem if I go to Chunhua's nephew's room to sit? Xiao Luo has already fallen asleep. Hurry and go home with Xiao Luo."

Back in the small mud courtyard outside the village, Mo Liang went to the kitchen to boil hot water, and the family washed up before going to bed.

After turning off the tung oil lamp, Shen Qingcheng lay sideways in Jun Wulan's arms, looking at Jun Wulan's blurred outline through the little bit of snow light slanting into the window.

"Brother Jun, are you asleep?"

Jun Wulan was a little sleepy at first, but she immediately cheered up after hearing her talk.

"Not yet, is it cold?"

Said, Jun Wulan hugged Shen Qingcheng's arm tightly.

Shen Qingcheng said: "I'm not cold, but I'm not sleepy yet and I want to chat with you. If you feel sleepy, let's chat tomorrow."

"I'm not sleepy, what's the matter, tell me."

Listening to the voice, Shen Qingcheng felt that Jun Wulan was very energetic and continued to ask: "Didn't you follow Mu Shaodong's family to visit the Mu family's carpenter's shop today? Is the Mu's carpenter's shop large?"

"It's quite big. It's two bigger than our current house. The Mu family's carpenter's workshop is in Xiliang Town, and there's also a furniture shop in Xiliang County. Today I'm visiting the Mu's carpenter's workshop. It's like Arhat beds, Qiangong beds, Eight Immortals tables and other exquisite furniture are all made in the wood workshop of the Mu family. A small part of the finished products are sold in Xiliang Town, and most of the finished products are shipped to Xiliang County or further away for sale. Several of the carpenters are very skilled."

Shen Qingcheng asked Jun Wulan about the situation of the Mu's carpentry shop because she wanted to cooperate with Mu Jianlan again, but when Jun Wulan said that the Mu's carpentry workshop could even make thousands of crafts, she suddenly felt a little uncertain .

As the name suggests, Qiangong Bed requires a thousand man-hours to make a good bed. It is exquisitely carved, and it is expensive even in this era, and only wealthy families can afford it.

From this point of view, it seems that the products made by Mujiamu Workshop are all high-end goods.

Shen Qingcheng was considering whether to speak out what was in her heart, Jun Wulan found that she had been silent for a long time, so she held her cheek with his rough right hand, and asked in a soft and hoarse voice: "I don't feel sleepy so late, If you have thoughts, you might as well tell me, maybe I can give you some advice."

Shen Qingcheng's face was deformed by Jun Wulan's big hands, and her speech was a little unclear.

"I also know several kinds of furniture, which are easier than making Arhat beds and Qiangong beds. Although they are simple to make, they still look good."

"Do you still want to cooperate with the Mu family again?"

Shen Qingcheng only spoke half of what she said before Jun Wulan guessed her intentions.

"Ah."

Shen Qingcheng responded in Jun Wulan's arms.

"But I heard that the Mu family sells exquisitely carved furniture such as Qiangong beds, Arhat beds, and Eight Immortal tables. I suddenly feel that Mu Shaodong's family may not like simple furniture."

"The style of the fire barrel we use is also simple, and Mu Shaodong's family also likes it."

"A fire barrel is different from furniture. The climate in Xiliang County is cold, so a fire barrel is a practical item."

Jun Wulan said: "It's useless for us to talk about it now, so how about it, go home after the market tomorrow, and you draw out the blueprints. I will go to work at Mu's house the next day, and I will take the blueprints to ask Mu Shaodong's family. If you like it, let's cooperate."

"Ah."

"It's been a busy day today, go to sleep now."

Jun Wulan's big hands gently patted Shen Qingcheng's shoulders as if to coax Jun Yiluo to sleep.

Shen Qingcheng enjoyed it with her eyes closed, and fell asleep after a while.

Jun Wulan heard that her breathing had stabilized, so she helped her tuck the quilt and closed her eyes safely.

At the same time, the Shen family's residence.

The tung oil lamps were still lit in the main house of the Shen family, and the five members of the Shen family were sitting cross-legged on the heated kang. The faces of the whole family were not very good, especially Bao Caihua and Shen Jiajun.

Shen Jiajun couldn't understand it.

"I've only been in the county for less than two months. Why does Shen Qingcheng seem to be a different person, and who did she learn cooking from?"

Shen Jiajun was shocked by Shen Qingcheng's show at Yang Wanshou banquet, especially the birthday bag made like a real peach.

Shen Jiajun turned his eyes to the faces of the other four people, and found that all four of them had the expressions of you asking me, who am I asking.

"I think that girl used to be submissive to hide her edge, and her purpose was to leave our Shen family as soon as possible."

After the family of five stared wide-eyed for a while, Shen Jiahe opened his mouth in a muffled voice.

"Mother, you are really serious. Why did you agree to sell Shen Qingcheng to that exile so easily? If you didn't sell Shen Qingcheng at that time, the money Shen Qingcheng makes from setting up a stall now belongs to our Shen family. Cooking skills, if we cook for our Shen family for a lifetime, how much money will our Shen family have to make, oh, it's a loss, a loss."

As soon as Shen Jiahe settled these accounts, Bao Caihua felt a burst of angina.

"Didn't I be fooled by Zhao Jingui at the time, thinking that 20 taels of silver was at most, besides, I sold Shen Qingcheng to the exile, and none of you objected to me."

"Mother, brother, is it still useful to say this now?"

Listening to Bao Caihua arguing with Shen Jiahe, Chen Yunxiang was very bored.

"On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, the person surnamed Jun will have a make-up wedding with Shen Qingcheng. By that time, Shen Qingcheng will be the wife of the matchmaker surnamed Jun."

Shen Jiahe stared at Chen Yunxiang in surprise.

"Xiang, you haven't given up on that exile yet. You even went to find that exile regardless of your reputation. They didn't even look at you. What else do you want?"

"Mother, didn't we agree before that we are not allowed to tell Shen Jiahe about that matter."

Shen Yunxiang only told Bao Caihua about running to the small mud courtyard outside the village to post Jun Wulan, and she specifically asked Bao Caihua not to tell Shen Jiahe about it.

Shen Jiahe actually knew everything.

When she looked at the cabbage flower, her eyes turned red, and she was so ashamed that tears rolled in her eyes.

Bao Caihua smiled very guiltyly and said: "Xiang'er, mother didn't pay attention for a while and said that she slipped her tongue. Jiahe is your eldest brother, so it's okay to let him know."

"You do such a thing, and you are afraid of being known by others."

Shen Jiahe smiled disapprovingly.

"Shen Jiahe, if you dare to speak out, I will never end with you."

Gritting Shen Yunxiang's teeth and saying harsh words, Shen Jiahe closed his mouth.

Shen Jiajun watched them finish their quarrel, and then calmly said, "Xiang'er, no matter how much your elder brother messes around, he is also our elder brother, and he won't say what he shouldn't, so don't worry."

Only then did Chen Yunxiang stop casting fierce glances at Shen Jiahe.

Shen Jiajun saw that her face looked better, and continued to ask: "What did you do?"

Chen Yunxiang has always respected her elder brother who is a scholar, and she can be said to obey Shen Jiajun's words. When Shen Jiajun asked this, she explained in detail what she had done in the small mud courtyard outside the village.

Shen Jiajun frowned.

"You are really confused. If you go to the house outside the village to make trouble in such a disregard of your reputation, even if you achieve your goal, you are just a concubine who can't stand on the stage."

Shen Jiajun paused.

(End of this chapter)