Now that the family is divided, the old man Xuan is not easy to ask about the things in the big house, in fact, he is also curious, but he can't say it if he asks more, but he also counts in his heart, find a chance to take a look, he understands the eldest son, and he will not be the kind of person who spends money indiscriminately.

At this time, Wang also made breakfast and began to set the table to prepare for dinner.

The two big pots of steamed buns in the west wing are out of the pot, and the Liu family is also spoiling the children, with a small bowl for each person, and a bun in one bowl, and the three of them eat first.

Xuan Miaoer always didn't think that she would treat herself as a child in front of Liu, as an eleven-year-old girl, she took a bite of the bun, and had to praise this pure natural and pollution-free bun, which was really delicious.

Liu took a big bowl again, filled six buns and asked Xuanwenjiang to send them to the upper room, the size of this steamed bun, three adults are just enough to eat, and the old man is enough to eat, as for how to distribute the upper room, she doesn't care.

Because Xuanwenjiang was relatively neat when he faced the upper room, if he didn't want to talk more, no one could help him, so Liu let him go, if the child went, it would take more time to talk and tongue, and now that he was eating, it was naturally Xuanwenjiang to hurry up.

Liu took another small bowl and packed four for Xuan Anhao to give to the Liu family, this bun is a rare thing, and it is a wish to give the neighbor a fresh taste, four is a lot.

Sure enough, Xuanwenjiang came back soon, and the dishes and chopsticks in their west wing room were also set, and the first time they ate steamed buns at home, everyone was a little moved, and no one moved the chopsticks for a while.

Liu's eyes were red: "It's been so many years, I haven't thought about what my family can eat as much as I want, and I can eat as much as I want." As he spoke, tears rolled in.

Xuan Wentao was also a little choked: "Look, this is a good thing, why are you crying." The children didn't dare to eat it. ”

"Let's eat, such a delicious meat bun, when you're full, let's paint New Year's pictures and earn a lot of silver, let's take Ling'er back and live a good life." "Xuan Wenjiang is a sensual person. But relatively optimistic.

"The second uncle is right. Let's eat, mother, this bun is delicious while it's hot. Xuan Miao'er also felt that her nose was sour. I like this kind of family atmosphere.

"Yes, let's eat quickly, let's hurry up and think about making money after eating. The best days are yet to come. As the head of the family, Xuan Wentao hurriedly drove the atmosphere.

Everyone put away their grief as well. I started eating steamed buns, and this time I really opened them up to eat, and there were not a few left in these two pots of steamed buns, so I ate them all.

After eating. I originally wanted to paint a New Year's picture directly, but I took it and ate it, and I walked around on the ground. Walking and walking, they all made a few jokes from time to time, and they all laughed.

The laughter was heard out of the West Wing. Feng took the child back to her parents' house, and as soon as she walked to the door, she heard the laughter of the West Wing, and her heart turned a thousand times, thinking a lot, she had a lot of eyes, and she used to think that the big house was not so simple, but now it seems that this big house really has its own way to make money.

It's all to blame for the mother-in-law who has no vision, whether she should have a vision, how good it would be if she didn't divide the family, and the marriage of the sister-in-law, if she received the five hundred taels of silver, how easy her life would be in the future, not to mention the wealth and wealth, and she didn't worry about eating and drinking, and the sister-in-law married in the past, and then filled the mother's family.

In the future, I want to get closer to the big house, and I can't say that I can take advantage of it in the future, and I am quite happy to think about this, after all, these people in the house have not offended the big house.

The West Wing has made enough trouble here, and has begun to paint New Year's paintings, Xuan Miaoer already has a number in her heart, and she has seen a lot of New Year's pictures in her previous life, especially when she disappeared in the countryside, and when she was in a big gathering, the people who sold New Year's pictures were spread on the ground, and the images in her mind kept pouring out.

Now the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all complete, and the dyes last time have their own three primary colors, and this time it is also a blood capital, and each color is also bought, which also saves time, and the color can be better, and you can also earn more silver.

Let's draw the door god first, as long as the pot can be opened in the ordinary people's house, how can it be pasted during the New Year, but Xuan Miaoer suddenly felt some sympathy for those poor people, changed the rice paper to raw edge paper, and drew a very simple door god, so that the cost of a pair of door gods was reduced to eight wen, even if it was sold for twenty wen, it would make a lot of money.

And this is simple, you can let Xuan Anhao draw by himself, even the Liu family can help, and he will give Liu Xiaotao some more when he has time, even if he paints a door god to give Liu Xiaotao two texts, Liu Xiaotao has more than ten pieces a day, and more than twenty texts, and this six or seven hundred wen a month is more than working hard.

For Liu Xiaotao, Xuan Miaoer really wants to help, during this time, Xuan Miaoer also taught Liu Xiaotao to read and write every day, although she taught five, seven or eight every day, but it didn't take half a year, Liu Xiaotao would be able to read by herself.

Xuan Wentao saw Xuan Miaoer painting the door god with rough-edged paper, thinking that she was practicing the pen, and was afraid that she would not be able to draw directly on rice paper: "Miao'er, this painting is good, you can draw on rice paper." ”

"Dad, I'm going to paint with rough-edged paper, save costs, sell cheaper, or how expensive it is for poor people to spend fifty yuan to buy a door god, it's better to save money to fill them with knife meat and keep it for the New Year." Every time Xuan Miaoer spoke to her parents, she begged for praise a little, and she felt that she really lacked love in her previous life.

"Good boy, kind-hearted, dad didn't expect it, do a good job. "Xuan Wentao himself has been poor, so he understands the poor, and now he is glad that his children are so sensible.

"Dad, this door god is simple to draw, the paper is cheap, and I'm not afraid of bad painting, so it's okay to give this to my brother and mother to paint. Xuan Miao'er looked at Liu.

Liu hurriedly responded: "Miao'er said that we can do a good job, and we will definitely be able to do a good job." Liu learned to use a pen with Xuan Wentao, and he could also write a few words.

Xuan Anhao listened to his own side, and became even happier: "Sister, I must draw it well." ”

Xuan Miaoer drew a pair of door gods and handed them to Liu: "Mother, you and your brother will draw this today, let's count, each person draws a penny of rough-edged paper, and two pennies of rice paper, as personal private money, and finally earns a large amount of money in the public, how about it?"

Xuan Wentao agreed with a smile: "Okay, in the future, we will all have our own private money, and at the end of the year, it will depend on who has more." ”

This also aroused everyone's interest, this painting is not tired, that is, sitting on the kang, not cold or hungry, each person can draw a dozen a day, it is a lot of money.

And the private money is something they haven't thought about, this is a good person to save, who is not happy, and after getting started, the painting can be faster and more, and the income will be more.

Xuan Miaoer took the rice paper and began to draw the better-looking door gods in her memory, which is still more majestic, anyway, this thing is not afraid of much, so on a whim, she drew two pairs, which shocked the family.

I just saw the rough-edged paper and thought it was nothing, and the painting was good, but the door god on this rice paper was drawn, but it was not worse than the pair at the gate of the county government. (To be continued.) )