The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Jiang Ning took a brush and carefully made the budget one by one, and finally found that no matter how he cut costs, even including bargaining, the little money in their hands was only enough to fill the gap between the teeth, and it was really just the gap between the teeth !

While Jiang Ning was worrying, Han Zhiyuan came back, pushed open the half-closed door, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, put it directly in front of Jiang Ning without saying a word, raised his eyebrows and said: "You count, Is it enough?"

Jiang Ning looked at him inexplicably, opened the bag, then closed it suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise: "There are so many, what did you do?"

Han Zhiyuan sat down, quite dissatisfied with his reaction, and said, "Aren't you happy when you have the capital?"

Jiang Ning couldn't laugh or cry: "Happy is happy, where did you get so much money?"

"The mountain people have their own tricks." Han Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word, a pair of slender eyebrows revealed a meaningful light.

Jiang Ning: "..." I really didn't miss a second of pretending, Mr. Han, which pawn shop is the pair of lobular red sandalwood bracelets in your hand now?

Jiang Ning counted the silver in the cloth bag, a total of 38 taels. In ancient times, this was considered a huge sum of money. They moved from poor peasants to rich peasants in a second. It is very powerful, and it just filled Jiang Ning's big budget hole.

When the funds were in place, Jiang Ning felt relieved. Now that the granary is ready, he can start the next step of the plan. In the next two days, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan will occasionally find time to visit the market, and more often in the Decorate their new home, add some daily necessities, pots and pans and so on.

On the fourth day, the carpenter workshop sent a worker to inform that the granary was finally ready and could be shipped over at any time. The two went to see the finished product. The craftsmanship of the craftsman was indeed good. The fine work, the wooden boards were pieced together, and the seams in the middle were invisible. Jiang Ning expressed his satisfaction and paid the wages readily.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Early the next morning, Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan went to Wanji Grain Shop. As for why, of course, because their price was the lowest and the shopkeeper was very honest, he bought all the sorghum in stock in Wanji Grain Shop that day. There are more than sixty stones in total, and the odds have been erased. Calculated by the ancient measurement unit, ten liters are one bucket, and ten buckets are one stone. According to the price of two yuan per liter offered by Jiang Ning, a total of 12 taels of silver was spent. .

As for the manpower, Jiang Ning would not pay the money given Jiang Ning's temperament of wanting to break a copper coin into two halves. He raised it with the shopkeeper of the grain shop, but the shopkeeper was a straightforward person, so he readily agreed and ordered a few young men The strong fellows moved the sorghum rice back to them in half a day.

When Han Zhiyuan returned home, he saw Jiang Ning sitting cross-legged on a bench in the yard, gesturing on the ground with a stone in his hand, he walked over to have a look, sat down beside him, and said, "Any more questions?"

Jiang Ning rubbed the sand on the ground and said, "It's nothing, I'll calculate the difference between the maximum profit and the minimum profit."

"The results of it?"

Jiang Ning smiled, threw a small stone, stood up and stretched his waist: "It is safe to make money, unless there is a large amount of grain pouring into the Yuezhou market, but the probability of that is very small, after all, only one city of Yuezhou It’s just that big, not to mention the surrounding prefectures and counties.”

Han Zhiyuan stared at his waistline for a while, then nodded and said, "What's for dinner?"

Jiang Ning: "..." After listening to such an excellent employee's report, don't you express it?You only care about what to eat for dinner? !

After he finished complaining wantonly in his heart, he replied: "Scallion Chicken." Then he turned and entered the room.

Han Zhiyuan followed suit step by step, and made a request: "Don't let the ginger go."

Jiang Ning stuffed the onion to him and said, "Peel it off."

Han Zhiyuan took it and started peeling it while sitting on the ponytail. Jiang Ning suddenly said, "Oops, I seem to have forgotten something very serious."

Han Zhiyuan raised his head: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Ning said blankly: "I forgot to buy chicken."

Han Zhiyuan: "..."

"You peel it first, I'll go to the market to buy." Jiang Ning put down his sleeves, took the money and went out.

When he arrived at the market, Jiang Ning looked left and right, and after choosing for a long time, he paid the money, and walked back with satisfaction with the chicken. After walking a few steps, suddenly, a vegetable basket was dumped in front of him, accompanied by a woman's exclamation When the sound sounded, Jiang Ning's foot was temporarily confiscated, and he stepped on the dish squarely.

He raised his head in embarrassment and apologized: "I'm sorry..."

The woman covered her lips and smiled, her eyes were soft and charming: "Xiao Langjun, what a coincidence."

Jiang Ning: "..." He took a step back, quickly regained his composure, and smiled apologetically, "I'm really sorry, girl, why don't I pay you?"

It was the woman they met when they rented the house, she smiled softly: "Mr. Xiaolang looks down on the slave family, and the slave family does not lack this little money."

Jiang Ning thought for a while, and then said: "Then I bought it again for the girl, what does the girl think?"

The woman laughed again, but did not answer, but half covered her cherry lips, and said softly, "Mr. Xiaolang, you can call my slave Qilan. Where is Mr. Xiaolang from?"

Jiang Ning looked at the sky and said sincerely: "Please wait a moment, girl."

After he finished speaking, he went to the market stall to re-buy the vegetables that had been trampled on. When he came back, he saw the woman still standing there, not caring about the strange look of others looking at her. Jiang Ning stepped forward and put the vegetables on the table. After entering the empty basket on the ground, he returned the basket to her, and said politely: "Then Miss Qilan, I have something else to do, so let's go first."

After speaking, she was about to leave, but Luo Qilan hooked his sleeve with her backhand, smiling brightly: "Mr. Xiao Lang, come on slowly, I just twisted my foot. I wonder if Mr. Xiao Lang can give me a ride?"

He could stand for so long with his feet twisted, obviously wanting to pester him endlessly, Jiang Ning frowned slightly, pulled back his sleeves, and said seriously: "Not to mention whether men and women are close or not, and I'm not familiar with the girl, I'm afraid I will I am really sorry for causing people to misunderstand the name of the girl, and Zhuo Jing is still waiting for me at home."

After he finished speaking, he walked away, and within a few steps, he saw Han Zhiyuan standing in front of him with his arms folded, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and his voice was mixed with anger: "I really went to buy chicken."

Jiang Ning: "..." Should I say something at this time, listen to my explanation? !

After thinking about it, he explained sincerely: "You think too much, I have nothing to do with her."

Han Zhiyuan just sneered and snorted: "Who knows?"

Speaking of this, believe it or not, Jiang Ning was too lazy to explain, Han Zhiyuan ate a stomach full of gunpowder, so the two returned home in silence one after the other, Jiang Ning started to boil water, Han Zhiyuan sat in the small room with a cold face Mazha got on, picked up the unpeeled shallots on the ground, and continued to work. The two started their first cold war.

After peeling the green onions for a while, Han Zhiyuan suddenly made a sound, suppressing his anger, and said, "It's not difficult if you want to visit brothels. I heard that ancient brothels are still legal and open 24 hours a day. The prostitutes inside Everything is complete, you have to have face, you have to have connotation, you can play as you want, and no one has sued you for prostitution|prostitution."

Jiang Ning listened to him bickering, and was too lazy to pay attention to him. At this time, the water was boiling, and he picked up the chicken, and looked left and right with the neck of the chicken. He looked very serious and kept his eyes straight, as if he didn't hear anything.

Han Zhiyuan's depressed heart became more and more angry. He thought that he had been going to the market for so long, and he was still worried about what happened to him. Yes, that smile is so cute, and even pay for food and pick things up for others!

As long as those pictures are recalled, Han Zhiyuan will feel the fire in his heart rushing to his brain, burning away his reason, especially Jiang Ning's expression of guilty conscience that he thinks is the default, he is so angry, Throwing the onion down, stood up, pushed the man against the door, and scolded furiously: "Are you out of your mind? You laughed so happily with her, your teeth are exposed, why don't you go home with her?" What about staying overnight or something, I think she’s so enthusiastic about you, I guess it doesn’t cost money, if they can give you back money, you’re not afraid of getting sick?”

In fact, to be honest, he was just making blind comparisons, he couldn't even hear what he said clearly from such a distance, and Jiang Ning turned his back to him, how could he see his teeth bared in a smile?

Jiang Ning opened his fingers one by one with no expression on his face, took the kitchen knife in his hand, and slammed it hard at the struggling chicken's neck, blood gushed out instantly, and his voice was particularly cold and calm: "And What? Go on."

Han Zhiyuan looked at the chicken whose head was in a different place, and then at Jiang Ning's face. Finally, his rationality gradually came back, he licked his lips, and his voice began to be strong and dry: "Are you not happy? Can't you say you have done something wrong?"

Jiang Ning nailed the kitchen knife to the cutting board with a "duh", threw the chicken, and washed his hands with water calmly. Han Zhiyuan stood beside him for a while, and couldn't help saying, "Speak up."

Jiang Ning wiped his hands slowly, turned around and poured water, and said in a calm tone, "What did you say?"

His irrelevant expression provoked Han Zhiyuan's sensitive nerves again, he blocked him in the corner again, squeezed his chin and leaned towards him, with a fierce expression on his face: "Jiang Ning, are you Think I can't do anything with you?"

Jiang Ning looked up at him, grabbed his finger and pulled it down, while raising his eyebrows leisurely: "That's right." Then she really put on an expression of what can you do with me.

Han Zhiyuan heard this, the nerve in his brain was stimulated by Jiang Ning, and finally he couldn't hold back the confusion. He grabbed both of Jiang Ning's hands with a strong backhand, and pressed down, one hand Squeezing the back of Jiang Ning's neck, he leaned over and bit the bright red lower lip hard, and kissed hard, it was warm and soft, and the stimulation made his scalp numb, and Han Zhiyuan's brain was burnt at that time, With a stab, blue smoke rose.

Afterwards, every time Jiang Ning recalled it, he couldn't help laughing. In terms of kissing, Mr. Han acted like a newcomer. When Jiang Ning saw his aggressive appearance, he thought he would have at least 10 minutes of French kissing. Han Zhiyuan could only suck his lower lip vigorously. After sucking for less than half a minute, Jiang Ning couldn't help laughing and pushed the person away. Han Zhiyuan's face turned black at that time.