His waist-length hair fell softly and loosely tied behind him by a long headband.

I don't wear any extra jewelry on my head, but I feel very stunning.

Those who are drunk are beautiful, and those who are beautiful are drunk.

- This is what the people who later admired the original owner said about this appearance.

Merely......

Thinking of the original owner's wish, Mo Jiuhua shook his head.

The original owner still thinks too simple.

She thought that she could avoid the other party's harassment by marrying before Fu Junzhao noticed her, but in fact she was not.

Some good/perverted Mi Qing worms have their brains, and they have done everything to rob the people's daughters, so how can they care about any ethical system?

Mo Jiuhua looked at himself in the mirror, reached out and touched his face, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

After a moment, she bent down slightly, opened the drawer in front of the bronze mirror, looked at the few rouge gouaches inside, thought for a few seconds, shook her head and closed the drawer again.

Forget it.

Mo Jiuhua originally planned to make this face ugly by dressing up.

But think about it, no matter what the world, people have always looked at faces.

If she dresses herself up ugly, I'm afraid she will invite some villains who have a bad life and focus on humiliating others.

That way I guess the days to come will be annoying.

So she might as well put on this face and be high-profile to the end.

Well...... It is much better to be envied and envied than to be scolded for being ugly.

The former is excellent for sour people, and the latter is purely nothing to find fault with and bully people.

And she'd rather be soured than be directly physically attacked.

Besides, the guests who come to the poetry wine shop have to rely on this face to pull it.

However, in order to fulfill the original owner's wish, the immediate priority is to find the target of the raider first.

Mo Jiuhua opened the window and looked at the sky outside, and found that the sky was only slightly bright.

And the reason why the original owner rested on the table was because she was tired of reading the ledger all night last night.

Walking to the table again, Mo Jiuhua sat down and continued to take over the original owner's live account book.

……

Half an hour later, the sky finally dawned.

Shops on the streets opened one after another.

Mo Jiuhua sorted out these account books, rubbed his somewhat sore neck, and then got up and went out, heading downstairs.

Laishi is the name of this winery, which is very poetic.

The location of the winery is on a corner of the street, with a total of two floors.

Above are four bedrooms facing each other, one of which is the original owner's room.

Underneath is a place for guests to drink, and there is a cellar dedicated to sake brewing underground.

At the moment, I just opened a store here, and there are not many people, so the original owner is taking care of everything alone.

The original owner is the only one in this small brewery.

Mo Jiuhua fetched water and went back to the room to wash up, and then went downstairs to open the door.

The air is always fresh in the morning.

Mo Jiuhua breathed quite comfortably.

At a glance, both sides and opposites are full of various shops, and it looks very varied.

Not only that, but although it is early in the morning, there are already many people setting up stalls on the roadside.

Most of them came from afar, and they ran so early to occupy a stall.

Mo Jiuhua went back to the room and took a few copper coins, went out to an old lady who had just placed the vegetable stall in front of her shop, squatted down and asked with a smile: "Old man, how do you sell this dish?" ”

Hearing the voice, the old lady had just set up her stall and sat down, and when she looked up, she saw a very beautiful girl smiling and asking herself.