The day after settling down, Zhuang Shuqing bought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back, although the ones bought were not the best, but they were by no means those that were not of high grade. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She feels like all parents who want their son to become a Chan, willing to give everything to their child, as long as he is motivated.

Zhuang Shuhan also gritted his teeth and spent twelve taels of silver to buy two books, holding them every day.

Zhuang Shuqing saw that this was not good, so he simply arranged a timetable for him, and asked him to get up and walk around every half an hour, and it was time to rest for half an hour after eating, not to mention reading by lighting an oil lamp at night, and all the possibilities that might break his eyes were eliminated as much as possible.

Zhuang Shuhan is also really obedient, he will do whatever his sister says, and he doesn't have to worry about any extra snacks.

Even if there is no entry now, Zhuang Shuqing will not overdo the inspection in terms of food and clothing, eat meat once every two days, and buy cheap meat and bones to stew back and stew thick soup, not only the sister and brother drink, Zhang Xiuer also has a share, in a short time, the complexion of the three of them is obviously much better.

Zhang Shucheng came to see them once in the middle, and he was relieved to see that they got along so well.

The cooler the weather becomes, when the sun is right during the day, the three of them will stay in the yard, Zhang Xiuer is a female celebrity on the side, and the two sisters and brothers will carry a table out, one occupies one side, one reads and practices calligraphy, and the other paints patterns.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Zhuang Shuqing looked up at Zhang Xiu'er.

"I guess I handed over the handkerchief." Zhang Xiuer put down her work and got up, patted the threads on her body and walked to the door.

"Weaver Niang, you're here."

"It's rare that you will take the initiative to find me, how can I not come." The person who came spoke softly and gently, and came in hand with Zhang Xiuer.

When he saw that there were other people in the yard, he paused, "This is ......"

"A pair of sisters and brothers who came to Huiyuan to look for relatives are temporarily renting from me." Zhang Xiuer sat down according to the person, quickly went to bring the tea, and took a small pestle and sat down on the side.

"My sister's name is Zhuang Shuqing, and my brother's name is Zhuang Shuhan, they are all sensible children, this is Weaver Niang, you also call her sister."

"Sister Weaving."

Weaver Niang pressed the doubts in her heart and nodded with a smile, "It looks like they are all good children, and Xiu'er is much more relieved to have you by my side." ”

"It's Sister Xiu'er who takes care of our sister and brother." Zhuang Shuqing replied, packed up his brother's things, and said, "Shuhan, you go into the house to read a book." ”

"Yes." Zhuang Shuhan got up, didn't say much to Zhiniang, picked up the book, paper and pen and went into the house.

During this time, they ate well, and they didn't have those bad things, they added some meat to their bodies, and their complexion was better, the little boy had already shown his handsome appearance, and their sisters and brothers looked like their mothers, and they were not similar to Zhuang Zeliang.

Even if Weaver Niang was still wary of strangers in her heart, she would look at the appearance of this little adult and smile, "It's really good to teach." ”

"Shuqing, this sister is a good one." Zhang Xiuer didn't hear Zhuang Shuqing talk about her family, but she can also see how hard this sister is when she gets along in the past few days, and she is really not inferior to being a father.

Weaver Niang looked at the plain little girl, with a small melon seed face, a beautiful little nose, and red lips, but the most outstanding thing is the eyes, the eyebrows and eyes are crooked when she laughs, and the people who look at her can't help laughing.

"Shuqing, take a few of your drawings and show them to Weaver Niang."

Zhuang Shuqing is now very confident in the patterns he has drawn, and Wen Yan picked a few from the few sheets on the table to dry and handed them over.

"I asked you to come here to show you this, Shuqing has a good hand of drawing, I look much better than those Xiucai paintings, she is not familiar with life here, and I am afraid that I will suffer a loss if I rush to sell it, you know a lot of embroidery girls, that is, you can't buy much, you can also draw a thread for her, she is a little girl, it is always not good to show her face outside."

Zhang Xiu'er's kung fu speaking, Zhiniang has already looked back and forth several times on the five patterns, she likes each one, just like Xiu'er said, this is much more novel than those Xiucai painted, if Zhuang Shuqing has this level in every one, today's experience is really not in vain.

"Can you show me a few more?"

Zhuang Shuqing could see from her expression that there was a play, and happily handed over the dozen or so sheets in her hand.

Weaver Niang quickly flipped to the bottom and slapped the board on the spot, "I want all of these, how much are you going to ask for?" ”

"I heard Sister Xiu'er say that Sister Zhi is a very good embroiderer, the market must be better than me, you look at it, Sister Xiu'er is a good person, I believe that Sister Zhi, who can often visit her, can't do anything to bully people."

"What a clever mouth." Weaver Niang glanced at Zhang Xiu'er, "This is a girl with a clear heart, where can you worry." ”

Zhang Xiu'er pursed her lips and smiled, "What's wrong, I just like her like this." ”

"You're right." Weaver Niang lowered her head and flipped through again, "There are seventeen here, two are too simple, one for five hundred Wen, five for one for one thousand two hundred Wen, four for one for one thousand six hundred Wen, and the remaining six for two or two, are you satisfied with the price?" ”

It's better than expected, Zhuang Shuqing naturally won't have an opinion, but seventeen pieces have sold so much, she still has several seventeen pieces, and she can continue to paint in the future, so she doesn't have to worry about no money.

"Sister Zhi is a kind person, just according to what my sister said."

"But when I came out, I didn't know that there would be such a deal waiting for me, I didn't bring enough money, so I put the things here first, and I will go back and come in the afternoon. （http：／／.）。 ”

"There's no hurry." Zhuang Shuqing pushed the things back, Zhang Xiu'er's friend, not afraid that she would run away, "When will Sister Zhi come over and make up for it by the way." ”

Weaver Niang smiled, "That's right, the monk can't run the temple if he can run, that's okay, a total of twenty-five two or four hundred wen, I'll give you the mantissa first, and twenty taels will be sent tomorrow." ”

"Sister Weaving is my opening business, and the four hundred wen will be erased, I can't say that there will be places that need to trouble Sister Weaving in the future."

"Then you're welcome." Counting out five taels of broken silver from the purse, the weaver girl carefully laid out the patterns, and went out twenty-five taels at once, even if her things have always been sold in demand, she can't help but feel a little distressed, but when she thinks that these patterns will be very popular after embroidery, she can earn a few twenty-five taels and let go.

"Do you still have that level?"

"It's self-contained, Sister Weaving, wait a minute."

Zhuang Shuqing went back to the house, and Zhiniang whispered to Zhang Xiu'er, "Such a girl can't be taught by ordinary people, have you asked the origin of their sisters and brothers?" ”

"At first, I inquired twice, Shuqing only said that her mother passed away and came to find her relatives, and I didn't say much else, and I didn't ask more, if there is nothing difficult at home, how could she, a little girl who is about to talk about marriage, show up with her younger brother outside? I'm a **, it's just right to be with them, what's the point of getting to the bottom of it? ”

Thinking of the sisters who grew up together since childhood, they were widowed at a young age, and they didn't have any children by their side, Weaver Niang's nose was sore, and she almost shed tears.