As soon as she heard Xiao Changyi mention the battlefield, she thought of the scars on Xiao Changyi's body, and she felt very uncomfortable, frowning, but she didn't ask anything more, but said, "Your words are better than mine." ”

She practiced calligraphy with her grandfather, probably because she was bound by the calligraphy in the early days, although her calligraphy looks very good, but it is not as open as Xiao Changyi's words, and it is not as atmospheric as Xiao Changyi's words.

Xiao Changyi couldn't cry or laugh: "What are you doing compared to me?" ”

Quiet immediately raised her chin and said arrogantly: "You won't see that I'm very competitive until now, right?" ”

Xiao Changyi hooked the corners of his mouth and didn't speak, just touched her face with his hand.

At first, she didn't notice anything wrong, so she obediently let Xiao Changyi touch it, and when Xiao Changyi withdrew her hand, she found that Xiao Changyi's palm was black, that is to say, the hand Xiao Changyi used to touch her face was the hand that wrote with black charcoal just now.

Then the left side of her face that was touched must be black.

Quiet was not angry, and smiled brighter, raising her hand to hook Xiao Changyi's neck domineeringly and pull it down, forcing Xiao Changyi to lower her head, until the height was right, she used her blackened left face to rub Xiao Changyi's handsome face.

Let Xiao Changyi become a flower-faced cat like her.

After Xiao Changyi's face darkened, he was quiet and smiled: "I told you, I am very competitive!" ”

The corners of Xiao Changyi's mouth rose and the arc was a little bigger. His daughter-in-law is so different.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Xiao Changyi and Jing Jing set off to the town to sell fermented bean curd.

By the time Quiet and Xiao Changyi arrived in the town, it was already dawn, but Quiet and Xiao Changyi still occupied a good position.

In the middle of some vegetable sellers.

Xiao Changyi spread out the coarse cloth with the word bean curd written on it, and presented the word bean curd, of course the illiterate people don't know it, but the literate people must know what they sell is called.

Jing Jing brought a small bench, placed the small bench in front of the tile jar, and Jing Jing took out the plate and chopsticks from the back basket.

Xiao Changyi immediately opened the lid of the tile jar, quietly took out four pieces of moldy tofu with chopsticks, put three pieces in a circle on the plate, and put one piece in the middle of the top three.

The moldy tofu is dipped in red chili powder, and this presentation is even more beautiful, and it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

As soon as Jing Jing arranged the moldy tofu on the plate, he placed the plate on the small bench.

As soon as Xiao Changyi saw that the moldy tofu was clamped quietly, he covered the tile jar again. There are samples in front of you, and you are not afraid that people will not know what is in the tile jar.

Jing Jing and Xiao Changyi squatted on both sides of the tile jar respectively, everything was ready, and they waited for someone to buy it.

"What are you selling, I haven't even seen it?" The uncle who sold vegetables next to him looked at it for a while, and felt that it was novel, so he asked.

Quiet smiled: "Sufu bean curd." ”

"Bean curd?" The uncle thought for a while before shaking his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"This is the food that my husband and I have just figured out, of course you haven't heard of it, uncle."

"You figured it out?!" The uncle's eyes widened, and he was very surprised. Immediately, looking at the four pieces of bean curd on the plate, "Don't say it, it looks really good." After a pause, he asked again: "Girl, how do you sell this?" ”

Quiet stretched out a finger on each hand, crossed, and compared to a cross.