The Lady’s Sickly Husband

The next day, Mo Qiang Xue took a ride from Azhao and entered the city.

Azhao was a driver who didn't say a word. The little son was a scorpion. After a few encounters, he stopped his mouth, and the strange snow finally got quiet.

She did not follow the move to Baiyunju, but just entered the city and thanked A Zhaodao for the carriage.

Walking to the street, passing through the pawnshops of one family after another, no one went in, and she could not bear it.

When she thought of Ning Shaoqing’s handing over Yu Pei to her, she was a bit of a sadness in her eyes.

Ning Shaoqing regards money as dirt, and the disappointment in his eyes is not because it is worth the money, but because it has a certain special meaning, otherwise he will not always be with him. Strolling aimlessly, every time I made up my mind to take it for money, but every time I went to the door of the **** shop, she left her feet.

She can actually go to Baiyunju, and she will borrow the skin and borrow from the seven sons. However, on the one hand, she can't open the mouth, on the other hand, she can't take Ning Shaoqing's face as inappropriate.

"You can't give a big piece of birthday, it's so small and stingy, how can our master get it?"

In the high-end boutique furniture and accessories store, in the wooden cabinet, the strange thousand snow is just a random look. When you go in, you are seeing a long-eyed person who is talking to the little ones in the store.

Thousands of snows were waiting to go out, but they swept away to see the long-awaited woodcarving of a half-man.

Carved pieces? Large carvings? There was a starlight in the mind of a thousand snows, she wanted to catch but did not have time.

"This little brother is angry, it is really that your family's request is too high, such a big thing, not to say a small shop, that is, the master of the capital may not be able to be carved out..."

"After seven days, it is the birth of Lao Taijun. Three hundred and two silver, you let our master send this?"

A thousand snows of whim, carefully looked at the half-man high woodcarving. It is an ordinary boy's birthday. Because it is only based on the trunk, the shape of the material is limited, the carving person has insufficient art, and the color of the color is poor, so it seems stiff and rigid.

The material used for this birthday, if it is a tree root, is good, the roots are smart, and the sculptures are much more flexible.

correct! root! Root carving!

The trunk is thicker, and there is no need to be flexible and broad.

There is always a way out!

Her grandfather who died was a root carving technician. When she was a child, she was okay and carved for a year or two. The foundation of Chinese painting was still laid at that time.

Huge tree roots are less modern, but there are so many here. Yesterday, on the way to the pier, I saw that the stumps were not known. They were all cut down when the dock was built. There were few people with thick roots. She saw no less than ten yesterday.

A thousand miles of snow waves, it seems that there is no need to sell jade.

Finance, I have sent it to the door!

He also sipped a few words, and the long-eyed person out of the store was angry and went out.

There was a luxury carriage outside, and the driver’s back was straight, even the stranger who knew the horse. He also saw that the horse of the cart was so beautiful that the owner of the carriage was not ordinary.

The long straight went straight to the carriage, and then did not talk about the business, the people went to the carriage, but it was late, eager to go forward two steps, strange thousands of snow standing behind him, Yang said, "this little Brother, can you speak in one step?"

The long-shoulders had just turned down and reported to the people in the car. They were turned away by the strangers and turned into some impatience. They looked at the strange snow and were a woman. They converge on the impatient, some doubts: you are?"

"This little brother, the slave family saw you see the carvings in that shop, and daring to recommend a master who made the carvings. Her carvings won the world..."

The sound of a thousand snows is so full that it allows the people sitting in the carriage to hear clearly, but it is not too big to be good.

"Where is the master, actually better than the wooden cabinet? Little lady, you don't make a joke, our master is in a hurry, less to accompany!" The long face with the unbelief, but the words are still polite, the main character can be seen A spot.

"The big world is nothing, you haven't heard that you can only say that you are ignorant, but you can't mean no."

The long one was with her, and those who were impatient showed it. "You...you are so rude..."

"Gao Lang, not rude! This little lady, please complain, the master's place, the son must be thankful!" The sound is floating from the carriage, but it is swaying in the courtesy.

"The master has always lived in seclusion, and he did not like others to disturb. The slave family was also informed by chance. She once said that slaves can take orders on her behalf. Today, with the title of birthday, the master took the order and carefully carved it for the son. One piece, the price of silver is five hundred and two."

"Five hundred and two? Are you crazy? Just the masterpiece of the wooden cabinet was only three hundred and two, and the people still scented wood..."

"I still master? It is because the wood is good, it is worth three hundred and two. The master of the master I know is better than the carving of the wood, and the price is naturally more than double. "The implication is that her offer is still low."

The strange snow is not bragging. The root carving is an art. It uses the publicity of the root itself to shape and be natural. With its rough and heavy, it releases its unique charm and shows its taste.

It’s better than the one who’s staying in the head, and the child’s child’s life is naturally hundreds of times better. If the materials are superior, the price is higher.

"Blowing the cowhide doesn't break the law, you just blow it there, a woman who is a woman..."

The son in the carriage stopped Gao Lang’s disrespectful words and cleared his voice. “Little lady, we haven’t even seen the goods, so we’re asking for five hundred and two, is it too...”

"No matter, if the son doesn't like it, then I won't accept your deposit. I only agree on a time to see the goods." Mo Qianxue listened to him like this, and he was happy, and the business talked about 90%. Nine, the ancients are paying attention to integrity, not to mention his gentle and courteous noble son, but also loves his reputation.

For the carvings of the root carving and the exploding wood cabinet, Mo Qianxue is full of confidence.

Retreat 10,000 steps, even if he does not, she can also sell to others, such as the wooden cabinet, although it may not be able to sell such a high price, but it is always better than nothing.