Changming kept it in mind.

Today's money-making project, this painting is the most profitable. In just a few days, the first volume was drawn. It can be sold for a tael of silver. What a bargain!

I have to say, sure enough, I still have to read more and learn more knowledge!

With silver in his arms, there will be more in the future. Changming was not stingy, and went to the grocery store to buy brown sugar and go home.

Li Xiu'e locked up the brown sugar in the house, and she couldn't eat some sugar if she wanted to.

This pound of brown sugar is hidden for the ingots and eat it slowly! It's been a long time since I was able to eat. Changming sat on the ox cart, and his mind was full of the plot behind. Want to be new? How to be new?

Mazi looked at Changming and was distracted, and poked Changming twice with his elbow.

Changming came back to his senses.

Mazi said with a grin.

"Brother Ming, my father agreed to buy a mule. When the autumn harvest was over, my father went to the county seat to buy me a mule. Then I'll be able to make more money. Does Brother Ming want to be together? We can do it together. ”

Changming shook his head and refused.

"I still take the ingots to chop wood. You send it to town and sell it. Divide the money or divide it into three parts. You sell other things, and I don't participate. I have other things to do. ”

There is only so much energy, and there are a lot of chores at home. I don't have the energy to hang out outside.

Mazi is kind and kind, and he is counted as a share of Changming, which is Mazi's righteousness, sensibility, and manipulation. Changming accepts. As for participating, forget it.

After hearing that Changming still has something to do, Mazi doesn't force it. The family has been discussing it for a long time. If Changming doesn't run with him, let his cousin go with him when the time comes. Mi Pozi's mother's brother is not rich, and there are many children in the family. My nephew is twenty years old and has no daughter-in-law. Pull your mother's house.

Mazi pulled Changming and asked questions, feeling very unsure.

"My dad gave me all the coffin books and said I would make up my own mind. Brother Ming, you said that I would collect dry goods in the village first, what should I collect? ”

Changming's forehead protruded, and he took a deep breath and said patiently.

"It depends on how much money you have. If the capital is large, you will receive such valuable as the skins of the hunters. The cost is small, collect some mushrooms, chestnuts, hazelnuts, etc. Not much was recovered, and it was sold directly in town. There are a lot of things, and they are sold to the county seat. ”

Mazi nodded wildly and took it to heart.

Changming saw that Mazi was a toad, poked it and jumped it, and asked again if he was not at ease.

"If you go to the county seat to sell mountain goods, bring some salt, sesame oil and other daily things when you come back. Go to the village to collect the mountain goods, and you can sell them after changing hands. The specific things you want to buy depend on how much money you have. You can talk to your mom and dad about it. ”

Mazi hugged Changming.

Changming got goosebumps all over his body and pushed away in disgust.

"Hug what! Meat is not numb! I'm also something you can hold? You're not my daughter-in-law. Dislike! ”

was scolded, but Mazi was not angry, and smirked as usual.

The corners of Changming's mouth were upturned, and he was in a good mood. The two talked and laughed and returned home, and Changming went directly to find the ingot. Ingot is embroidering with heart. Changming didn't speak, and directly used silver to prove it. The whole money bag is placed in the palm of the ingot.

Yuan Bao counted it, and he could calculate the money for embroidering the handkerchief, and his mouth opened wide in disbelief.

"The painting book was sold for a tael of silver, so much!"

The story is so cliché, it's lucky enough to sell it, and it can be sold for so much silver or two. It's too easy to make money.

The ingots are estimated to be beaten back! It's the painter who makes the mistake in predicting it. The women in the villain's book are either slick or dressed in three layers inside and three layers outside. Never before has it been so half-veiled and half-hidden.