After Li Yueqin was scolded by Chen Ye with an expressionless "roll", she looked at Chen Ye in disbelief.

"Childe ......"

Duan's pitiful appearance of crying makes people feel pity at a glance.

Li Yueqin's abacus was accurate, but she never expected that the person in front of her was the most tired of pretentious women.

Chen Ye had a cold face, as if the person in front of him did not exist.

September looked almost over, and walked over with a smile. "Miss Li, we're going back in a hurry, what else do you have to do?"

Li Yueqin suddenly remembered it, and grabbed September's arm affectionately. "Miss Su, is this your brother?"

Brother? Hearing this word suddenly, September glanced at Chen Ye, and suddenly thought of Su Jinghang again. These two people are enthusiastic, the other is indifferent, two completely different personalities, in contrast, September still thinks his stupid brother is better.

"No ......"

"Do you want to go?"

As soon as September wanted to deny it, Chen Ye opened his mouth.

"Let's go."

September looked at Li Yueqin apologetically, "I'm really sorry, we're still in a hurry, so we'll leave first." ”

Chen Ye strode forward, had already walked out, and hurriedly trotted after him.

As soon as Li Yueqin saw Chen Ye walking away, she raised her foot and wanted to chase after her, but she was hit by an oncoming person and injured her arm. The pain hit, he stood in place and relieved for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, he couldn't find Chen Ye's shadow.

"Hey... Such a gentle girl, how can you bear to refuse? ”

On the way back, September approached Chen Ye with a smile and asked teasingly.

Chen Ye looked at her silently and continued walking. September didn't think so, but he was a little happy in his heart.

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There is nothing to say all the way, and it is rare to be in a good mood in September, take a look here, take a look there. I bought a lot of things, and Chen Ye still followed behind September, frowning at her humming an unknown tune, happy like a bee among the flowers.

Stupid girl with no heart and no lungs......

One hand had already carried a lot of small things, such as preserved fruits, snacks, and even porcelain pots for the kitchen, all of which were thrown to him in September.

Stopping in front of a stall where umbrellas were bought, September's eyes lit up. "What a beautiful flower umbrella, uncle, how do you sell this?"

"This one, at least twenty wen." The old man who sold the umbrella picked up an umbrella printed with peony flowers and held it above his head in September. Immediately, the warm sunlight sprinkled down the oil-paper umbrella, becoming colorful and colorful. September curiously touched the painting on the umbrella, and his bright big eyes flickered, falling in Chen Ye's eyes, making him shake for a moment.

"Uncle, did you make this umbrella?"

"Yes, the craftsmanship handed down by the ancestors cannot be wasted." The old man stretched out his hand to brush the umbrella, looking at the flower umbrella as if he was looking at his cherished child, pity, love, and a trace of pride.

With this kind of look in September, it seems that the old man not only regards it as a money-making craft, but also regards it as a kind of inheritance.

As a rain gear with a history of more than 2,000 years, the oil-paper umbrella is elegant and natural, and it has lasted for a long time, even in the 21st century, this ancient folk craft has not been buried, and often appears in the public's field of vision.

In September, I watched a variety show dedicated to folk crafts, which contained an introduction to oil-paper umbrellas, and introduced the production process of oil-paper umbrellas in detail.

The umbrella in front of me is the same as that seen in later generations, and some details are not treated with modern high-tech, although there are some small flaws, but it is harmless.

"Uncle, in fact, this is ......"

Seeing the painting on the umbrella, September thought of the oiled paper bag that I now use at home. Since it's all made of oiled paper, why not print your own logo on the bag?

This is what she has been thinking about for the past two days, but every time the last step is missing, something happens, so she has to delay her plan.

The old man who bought the umbrella was surnamed Zhang, and his neighbors often called him Master Zhang. After listening to September's proposal, you can't help but fall into deep thought.

Printing on the paper bag is logically possible. And three bags for a penny, according to the size she said, he can make dozens of them a day without any problem. This business is only profitable and not losing.

"How? Have you thought about it? ”

Master Zhang glanced at September, and his eyes didn't seem to be fake. So he readily agreed, and didn't ask her what the use of this kind of printed bag was.

Things settled smoothly. Master Zhang handed over the stall to an acquaintance on the side to take care of, and followed September to find a shop to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Chen Ye wrote down the contract in duplicate, which is also the "contract" in September's mouth. "After signing and signing the pledge, I ordered 300 bags, paid a deposit of 50 yuan, and agreed to pay the rest of the money when the goods were delivered in two days, and the business was half done.

Next is the problem of the pattern on the paper bag, and September racked his brains to think about what to use to make his own trademark, which is not easy to imitate, but also can attract people's attention.

After checking the trademarks that I have seen in modern times, I finally came up with a good idea.

"Chen Ye, do you remember the big banyan tree you saw at the entrance of the village when you came?"

Chen Ye, who was suddenly called, was a little dazed, but quickly reacted, and replied with a faint "Hmm." ”

"Then you know how to draw, right?"

Chen Ye just nodded, and September hurriedly pulled him over. "This part paints the tree, and this part is empty."

September was dancing and talking about his thoughts, except for Chen Ye's serious painting, Master Zhang and the young men in the shop were at a loss.

A quarter of an hour later, the big banyan tree requested by September finally appeared completely under Chen Ye's pen, because only a small area was used, and the strokes were relatively simple, but even so, September silently praised Chen Ye's painting.

"It's beautiful, don't say it's like it."

For September's rough compliment, Chen Ye only gave her a look of contempt.

I don't know......

There is a large banyan tree that is iconic in Sujia Village, and "SU" is written in English letters in the upper left corner and circled by a circle.

Everything is ready, and September will go back and forth for a while. Always feel like something is missing?

"Miss Su, but what are you not satisfied with?" Master Zhang was dizzy by Jiu Huang and asked with a bitter face.

"......" September looked at the three people in the house, and didn't know how to explain it. He simply pointed to the vacant part and said wistfully: "I think there are still some shortcomings in this place." ”

Master Zhang looked over and said, "Well, it's a bit empty......

The guy in the shop is a shrewd guy who will probably understand the purpose of September. I touched my chin and looked at it for a while, and then smiled: "Haha...... The girl said that there was something missing, but wasn't there one person missing? ”

September was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up. smiled: "Little brother, you are so smart." ”

"Hey...... Where, where. The young man touched his nose embarrassedly, and blushed in the face of September's unsparing praise.

Chen Ye snorted coldly beside him and picked up the pen directly. After a few simple strokes in the empty space, a pretty figure jumped on the paper.

"Wonderful!! Wonderful!! ”

Master Zhang kept staring at Chen Ye's movements, and when he put down his pen, he couldn't help but sigh. This young man looks young, but his painting skills are quite sophisticated, and he doesn't look like an ordinary farmer.

"It's... It can't be me, right? September picked up the paper and studied it for a long time, not that she thought about it much, the more this figure looked more and more like herself, the iconic bag and Baotou, who else was she who else?

Chen Ye looked at it casually, his mouth opened and closed, and he heard the words "self-inflicted" in September.

September: "......"

Well, it doesn't matter if he's or not, that's how the trademark is decided.

When there was a lot of disturbance in other people's shops, September was embarrassed to go out empty-handed, and bought a set of pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a travelogue before going out.

The young man in the store sent them to the door with a smile, and blushed and asked that the next time September needed to bring them over, he was stabbed back by Chen Ye.

A major event was solved, and September was in a much better mood. Seeing that the time was almost up, I went to the snack street to meet Ah Lian and them.

Along the way, September tried his best to ask Chen Ye if the woman on the paper was himself.

Chen Ye didn't answer, only bent the corners of his mouth when he didn't pay attention in September.

"I really don't know, you're so bored, can you find a girlfriend in the future!!"

Chen Ye turned his head sideways, his eyes were full of doubts, and finally asked, "What is a girlfriend?" ”

After nine months, he realized it and pouted. "Girlfriend, it's a special friend who is willing to accompany you to old age, can be with you through thick and thin, and sincerely pays for you."

Anyway, you don't know, September is just talking nonsense.

"Really?"

Chen Ye has never thought of being in the same boat with wind and rain in the past fifteen years, although the days of fine clothes and food are good, but there are countless bloody rains and bloody winds in secret. Someone who seems to be good to you, but he can stab you in the back, there are too many people with masks, and he no longer believes that there will be pure sincerity in this world......

glanced at the girl who was jumping in front, and there was a hint of hope in her eyes.

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Lin Down

"My son, you speak slowly, what daughter-in-law?" Mrs. Lin sat on the chair, the maid next to her had already served tea and put it in front of her, she was in her early forties, with a beautiful face, delicate skin, and delicate makeup.

"I want a daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law... Hit me..."

The fool sitting on the side, eating the snacks prepared on the table, said intermittently, Mrs. Lin looked at her son distressedly, "Eat slowly, let's talk after eating." As he spoke, he asked the maid to pour a glass of water, "Come, be careful of choking." ”

The man in pink standing at the bottom lowered his head, occasionally glancing at the interaction between Mrs. Lin's mother and son, and his eyes were full of pride.

"Mr. Lan, what happened when you went out with my son?"

The man in pink hurriedly raised his head, and his heart sank after seeing the frost on Mrs. Lin's face. Hurriedly knelt on the ground with a "poof", and complained about what happened today with tears and shouts. As for what to say, it's all up to him.

"What did you say?" Mrs. Lin threw the tea bowl angrily after hearing this, "Are they really good bullies for my Lin family?" Beat me for no reason? Just because he shouted those two words? ”

"Niangniang, huhu, pain." After eating the snack, the fool remembered that he still had to sue his mother, so he dragged Mrs. Lin's hand and put it on his stomach, regardless of the residue of the snack on his hand.

"Well, my mother will give you a huff, it doesn't hurt anymore." Mrs. Lin was patient with her only precious son, blowing softly, and gently rubbing his belly with one hand.

finally coaxed him back to the room, and then asked again what was going on.

"Vulgar peasant girl, you actually let people do it to me. Although my city is not mentally complete, but the heart is kind, how do they do it? Mrs. Lin said that her son's distress could not be greater.

Mr. Lan bent over and rolled his eyes, "Yes, madam, the young master wanted to play with her at that time, but who knew that she actually let the accompanying people be cruel to the young master." Those family members are lazy and slippery on weekdays, lack of exercise, where are other people's opponents, and let the young master suffer a big loss in vain. ”

"Check... Send someone to check, I want to see what kind of details she is. Mrs. Lin slapped one hand on the table, and with a "snap", the little maid next to her was startled.

Mr. Lan sneered secretly, and when he looked up, he was filled with righteous indignation. said: "Madame, don't worry, I'll send someone to investigate." ”

As soon as he gave his hand, the man flashed out of the hall and went in the direction of Fulai Restaurant.