The husband is the future chief [infrastructure]

When Jiang Ziyan took Lin Xing back to the yard where they lived before, there were already many women from the village standing in the yard waiting with their handmade bamboo baskets and baskets.

The yard was full of people, like when they bought carambola before, each of them occupied a small space, waiting for Jiang Ziyan to take inventory.

Jiang Ziyan asked Lin Xing to play in the house alone, and Qingshan was responsible for maintaining order, while he moved out of the only table in the house, took out the charcoal pen and paper prepared in advance from the bag, and prepared it for later accounting.

Soon everyone lined up in an orderly manner. The first one in line was Mrs. Liu, the wife of Jide's family at the head of the village. She carried a total of ten bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets.

Jiang Ziyan looked at them one by one, and said, "Auntie, you have a bamboo basket and a bamboo basket here that are not densely woven, and there are many spikes in the middle, which are substandard products. , a bamboo basket with four wen, a total of 28 wen, I'll pay you, do you think it's okay?"

Jiang Ziyan's tone was gentle, Liu's face was filled with joy, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes!"

She didn't know how to make up these things before, because she heard that Jiang Ziyan was going to buy these things. She learned it specially, so the speed was a bit slow. It took five or six days to make up ten that could be taken out.

She is a novice again, and the things she made are not as good as others.But after compiling ten out of eight, she was already very happy!

Jiang Ziyan looked at Qingshan: "Qingshan, pay auntie."

Qingshan took the copper money bag that he had exchanged earlier, took out 28 Wen from it and handed it to Mrs. Liu.

Here, after Jiang Ziyan wrote down the details in the account book, he began to look at the bamboo basket brought by the second woman.

This is a little widow in the village, surnamed Xu. Her husband did not remarry after her death. It is very difficult for her to take care of her mother-in-law with her son alone.

Ms. Xu is only 28 or [-] years old and looks good. But since ancient times, there have been many gossips in front of the widow's house. She usually has a lot of gossip in the village, and she rarely goes out. She supports her family by doing some embroidery.

To Jiang Ziyan's surprise, the bamboo baskets brought by this man were very exquisite, with uneven sizes and various sizes, and exquisite patterns were woven with bamboo strips on the sides, dense and beautiful, very similar to him in the previous life Jiang Ziyan liked the bamboo handicrafts he saw very much.

He counted, and there were more than 30 bamboo baskets brought by this man, some of which were very delicate.

Jiang Ziyan saw that she looked very young, and said, "Sister-in-law, please tell me, how did you come up with the idea of ​​weaving some patterns on the bamboo basket?"

Madam Xu replied in a soft voice, "Returning to Mr. Lang, I think it looks better, maybe others will like it, and it can be sold for a good price."

"Your hands are really skillful. Besides weaving bamboo baskets, do you usually do other manual work?"

"I will do some embroidery work and sell it in the town."

Jiang Ziyan had a general idea in his mind. He had a new idea, but it would take a few days to see if it was feasible.

"Sister-in-law, the patterns you brought are complicated and exquisite. I want them all. The big ones are five, the small ones are four, and these are particularly delicate ones that contain six. The total is... 160."

When Xu Niangzi heard that there were 160 Wen, she almost cried with joy. She only sold about [-] Wen every month when she did embroidery work.

Qingshan took out 160 Wen from the money bag and handed it over, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Xu has taken it, this money is not light!"

Jiang Ziyan reminded while keeping the account: "Sister-in-law, please count the money and see if you have enough. Our business pays attention to money and goods, and you have more money. No one will have trouble after counting out this door. Save money." Heart."

There are indeed a lot of 160 texts. Madam Xu took the heavy money and said gratefully: "You don't need to check, sister-in-law believes in you. Thanks to you, Mr. Xiaolang, I have this money. It's too late for sister-in-law to thank you!"

The people in the line behind saw that the little widow of the Xu family had changed 160 characters, as if they had learned some shocking news, they started talking about it. others to satisfy their own vanity.

The bamboo baskets brought by the third person in line were quite satisfactory and of good quality, but after all, with Xu Niangzi’s pearls and jades in front of her, Jiang Ziyan couldn’t offer the highest price, so he took all of them at four fen each. , twenty, a total of eighty texts.

These days, it's already a lot to earn [-] Wen in a few days, but the other party didn't say anything, thanked him after taking the money, and left.

One hour passed and only half of the settlement was made.Jiang Ziyan had to check things by himself, and was also responsible for accounting and keeping accounts, which was very slow.

At this time, he had just finished the accounts for an aunt, and said, "Auntie, it's 140 and [-] Wen in total."

This price is already the highest after Xu Niangzi, and most of the bamboo baskets that come to sell are below [-] Wen.

However, the aunt didn't show gratitude at all. Instead, she said, "Why don't I get as much money as that little widow? Take a good look, I have 35 here, three more than hers! And my But the handed down basket weaving skill is worse than that little widow's!"

Jiang Ziyan didn't know most of the people here. At this time, Qingshan whispered in his ear: "Mr. Lang, this is Aunt Chen, the daughter-in-law of Wang Xiaoliu's family at the head of the village. Her son Gousheng used to take the village to bully Lin Xing."

It turned out that the dog leftover those children were talking about was her son.Really complied with that sentence, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!

Hearing this, Jiang Ziyan got up and stood up, looking at Mrs. Chen with a cold face.

Peace is the most important thing in business, and he has always acted on the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less.But he is the leader in the acquisition, so why does this person have the confidence to question him?

Jiang Ziyan didn't say anything, but Mrs. Chen took 160 papers out of jealousy because of her jealousy.

"Xiao Langjun is still young, could it be that the little widow has a good-looking face, and she has fascinated her? Since it is a unified acquisition, it should be treated equally. Xiao Langjun is getting special treatment now, isn't it? Is it because you will receive special care from the little widow in the future?"

She specially emphasized the word "special care".

As soon as her words fell, before Jiang Ziyan could speak, Qingshan jumped out angrily, regardless of whether he was an elder, he opened his mouth and cursed back: "What nonsense are you talking about! What special care, I think you are a shrew, don't slander My lord!"

"Who are you calling a shrew! Li Qingshan, don't think that you are a human being just because you earn a few filthy money from someone else's ass, and you are not an obedient dog!"

Some people who lined up behind couldn't listen any longer, reached out and tugged at Chen's arm, and persuaded: "You from Xiaoliu's family, please don't say a few words!"

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Chen did not listen to the persuasion at all, shook off the hands on her arms, and continued: "Who do you think your little gentleman is, who knows if he has done some stealthy tricks when the money comes so fast!"

Chen's voice was very loud, and there was a circle of fat on her stomach, which vibrated up and down with her excitement.

Qing Shan couldn't get angry when he heard this, the crazy woman sprayed dung all over her mouth, saying that he was nothing but slandering your husband!

Qingshan was about to go forward to beat up Mrs. Chen, but was stopped by the onlookers around him.

Jiang Ziyan also stretched out his hand to stop him. If this kind of crazy woman made a move with her, she would just fall to the ground and ask for money.

Jiang Ziyan walked from the bookkeeping table in front of Mrs. Chen, looked at her coldly for a moment, "Enough is enough!"

These words were very majestic, and Qingshan felt a little panicked due to the gloomy low air pressure around him.

Jiang Ziyan took out the bamboo basket Chen brought that he was planning to buy, and threw it directly at her feet, without anger, he said: "This is my home, and the things I want to buy are here. You can give as much as you want, which onion are you? Are you in charge?"

This is the first time Qing Shan sees Jiang Ziyan get angry. The man in his impression is a very gentle, good-tempered, and kind Pian Pianjia.

The author has something to say:

The small author's column is pre-accepted "Little Husband, Ta Wangfu", please collect Orz~

Copywriting: Song Ning, who had just graduated from work, traveled through time and became a poor scholar with the same name and surname in Dalin Village, and a handsome husband.

Song Ning, a poor scholar, is weak and failed to pass the exam three times. His studies made his family poor, and his uncle's family and his second uncle's family quarreled and wanted to separate.

Only his little husband kept silent and went back to his mother's house and lent him silver taels to support him in his studies.

But later, the original master didn’t pass the exam until he was in his 30s, and he always complained about his family, and gradually became addicted to alcoholism. He beat people when he drank, and the little husband followed him to suffer and died early in bed.

Song Ning thought, since he took over his body, he has to be responsible for his life.The book needs to be read continuously, and the little husband also needs to be hurt.

He recalled the memory of the original owner's previous life, and the current progress bar is——

His bridal chamber is a festive night.

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My name is Lu Qing. I was born the most worthless brother. Because the mole between my eyebrows is too light, and my father died early. Some people in the village say that I am a broom star. After seventeen years, I have not been engaged. The family has no choice but to marry me It was given to the poor and tinkling Song family.

I thought that marrying would lead to hardships and hardships, but I didn’t expect my husband to treat me very well after marriage. He bought me soup in winter and made mung bean soup for me in summer, which made me really like it.

People in the village used to say that I was a broom star, but now everyone calls me Wangfu.

Because after I got married, my husband studied very well, and I became a husband of a scholar and a husband of a man.Husband is so kind, I will marry him in my next life.

ps: Sheng Ziwen, main attack, third person.