It was getting colder and colder, and in the morning and evening, a white mist wafted through.

Mo Xiaohe reduced the frequency of going to the town, and there must be treasures in the calligraphy and painting shop to paint high-imitation powder.

The old man saw Mo Xiaohe's value, and he was searching everywhere.

After a long time, Mo Xiaohe also figured out the doorway of this cost base, and the high-imitation fakes are not unlimited production.

After all, there are very few people who can have good skills.

Treasures are usually copied into two powdered copies, and then through guò channels, one is sold to the local squires of Dawu, and the other is sent across the border to Dayue.

The Dayue people are interested in the craftsmanship of Da Wu, and they may be able to sell them at a better price than the treasures.

Mo Xiaohe listened to the old man's eyebrows fluttering and explained how she was a conscientious businessman, and she couldn't cry or laugh.

The old man said so, he thought he was capable, but he did not deceive more people, and he was very disciplined in making money, not as the saying goes, businessmen were mercenary, full of copper smell.

Counterfeiting and selling counterfeits is shelved in today's society, and those who are strict will have to eat in prison, and in Dawu, there is no record of this in the law, but there are not many loopholes.

There is no need to go to the town, Mo Xiaohe lives extremely comfortably.

She confessed to her father and mother about the source of the silver, but Mo Jingshan and Li were so frightened that they didn't sleep all night.

As a member of the fraudster, Mo Xiaohe is at ease, she has such a little ability, and she has no other skills to make a living.

This is a society that laughs at the poor and does not laugh at prostitutes, extremely unequal, if there is no money to live with, where can there be a sense of security?

In the final analysis, women can't be independent and live dependent on men, and it's no wonder that many women cry, make trouble, and hang themselves after their husbands have concubines.

Mo Xiaohe's point of view is that you can either endure, be ruthless, or get out.

If you can't do all three, then there's nothing to say, mediocrity disturbs yourself, torture yourself.

Mo Jingshan pondered for two days, he was just a little talent, but there was a scholar in his bones, and the matter of his daughter's business was still unacceptable, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Tossing and turning for three or four days, making the Li family quite irritable, he opened his mouth to persuade, "Isn't it a good thing that our Xiaohe has the ability to make money?" ”

In these years, there is no reason if you don't have money, you have to study and learn calligraphy, and you have to use silver to take the entrance exam.

Poor people, can't afford to buy books, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, can't afford to pay the bundles, what's the use of hanging beams and thorns?

I haven't seen how many people have been self-taught throughout the ages.

"What do you know about a woman's family, with long hair and short knowledge? Can a businessman be the same as a scholar? ”

Mo Jingshan blew his beard and glared, turned around, and glared at Li.

"Why does the world always say that the poor and sour show talents? That is to say, pedantic and inflexible. ”

Li Shi replied to Mo Jingshan with a blank look, don't think that a woman is doing housework at home, she just doesn't know it.

The red and white ceremonies in the village, the exchange of favors, must have a pole in the heart.

The so-called, the insight of the world is knowledge, and the practice of human feelings is the article.

Single-mindedly reading the books of the sages and cultivating him is just a nerd.

"If your niece Mo Daya gets married, do you know how many gifts to give?"

"Huaiyuan's classmate Tian Ding in the town, how should he follow the elements?"

Several questions from Li's series of artillery bombarded indiscriminately, leaving Mo Jingshan speechless.

Mo Xiaohe didn't know how much crying his family would be caused by the fact that he was making money.

Thanks to Niang Li's transparent and open-minded person, this avoids a family turmoil.

After that, Mo Jingshan acquiesced to the fact that his daughter could make more money than himself, and later began to be complacent.

With the money, the family is living a better life than before.

The eggs are replaced with copper plates and neighbors, and Mo Xiaohe has to eat a bowl of hot egg custard every morning and evening.

She bought fabric and prepared to make a light set of clothes for Gu Zheng.

has the foundation of the predecessor, but Mo Xiaohe is a beginner and her skills are unfamiliar, and she occasionally consults with her mother Li for needlework.

"Xiaohe, your lobby sister is here!"

Li was brushing the dishes at the door when he saw Mo Daya walking into the yard with a basket.

Yesterday, she sent a pheasant to her family, and she pondered that Mo Daya should be a return gift.

Mo Da Ya is here!

After Mo Xiaohe heard this, he quickly locked the needle, thread and fabric into the cabinet, and when this cousin came, it was like a locust crossing the border.

Last time, she was defenseless, but she was suddenly attacked by Mo Daya, and the gadgets sent by her eldest brother Mo Huaiyuan were begged by her cousin to go to most of them.

They are all relatives, Mo Xiaohe doesn't want to be so stingy, but it was given by her eldest brother, and she cherishes it very much.

"Xiaohe, I'm about to get married, and I lack a few good-looking bead flowers."

"This set of porcelain dolls is good, just enough to be used as a dowry."

I don't know how many excuses like this, Mo Daya is thick-skinned, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and doesn't treat herself as an outsider at all.

As a result, on the second day, Mo Xiaohe immediately went to the grocery store in the village to buy a lock and hurriedly put a hand on the box.

"Xiaohe, my mother steamed the bean paste buns, oh, your favorite food, the fine white noodles you use."

Mo Daya greeted Li at the door, and entered Mo Xiaohe's boudoir familiarly.

A basket woven from a tree branch, covered with a white cloth, uncovered with a white cloth, inside is a white fat bean bag.

Mo Xiaohe wanted to eat some time ago, and happened to send meat to the old house at home, and the eldest aunt made a return gift with a bean bag.

"Ah, I'm just trying to eat tight."

Mo Xiaohe washed his hands in the basin on the tripod, wiped it with a clean cloth towel, and then grabbed a bean bag.

Just steamed, fluffy and soft, there is a smell of wheat, the red beans are sweet and greasy, and the delicious ones can bite the tongue.

One is not enjoyable, Mo Xiaohe saw that the bean bags were given a lot, and soon took the second one.

"Xiaohe, the fortune teller said that you can marry well in the family, listen to my cousin's persuasion, marry in the town."

Mo Daya is bitter, if Mo Xiaohe marries in the town, the two sisters can often visit the door and be each other's company.

Outside the town, she felt very good, her mother-in-law had two lives, and her cousin Mo Xiaohe married her, gave birth to a son, and inherited the family business.

The family has a big business, how can she get involved with the outsider, and she is worried that she can't find a way to make a fortune?