【037】Jingle Bell

"What's it called?"

One person, one fox, one at a loss.

While Yuqi was meditating, the afterglow swept towards the cute fire fox, and when she saw something flashing on its neck, she had a flash of inspiration: "There is." ”

Bao'er's eyes widened, and she looked at her with a happy expression in curiosity.

"Jingle Bell, you call it Ding Dong. He picked it up and touched its smooth, fiery red fur.

Bao'er muttered to herself, screamed a few times in a row, loud and bright, and nodded wildly very much: "Listen well, mother, I like Jingle very much." ”

"If only you liked it. Seeing that it was so happy because of a small name, the corners of his mouth unconsciously leaked a happy smile.

"Ding Dong, you have just been born, and now your body is still very weak, your first task is to absorb enough essence in the space, and when you are older, your mother is leading you out, okay?" ”

With soft and cute wet eyes, he nodded and responded to the caring eyes of his mother: "Well, listen to my mother, when I am older, I will be able to accompany my mother every day." ”

Yuqi stretched out her hand to touch the little guy, this little fox is really cute, although it was just born in the space, it is like a newborn baby, fortunately, the IQ is earlier than the average baby, otherwise he is really helpless.

Arrange it, turn around and go out of the space, lie on the bed again, look at the roof with open eyes and no sleep, and now there is an extra fox son out of thin air, if this is every time the space is upgraded in the future, there will be more children than oneself, think about a few years later, the teenage self will be followed by a string of people or animals called their mothers, that picture, how terrifying and terrifying it is.

After seeing Tinker Bell again, you must ask about it, otherwise you can't afford such benefits.

Lying on the bed and thinking wildly, I fell asleep unconsciously.

For seven or eight days, my father got up early and was greedy for darkness, and finally made a set of furniture, and according to the drawings above, the color was finished, and when I looked at it, I felt that it was beautiful.

The unprecedented large wardrobe with beautifully carved patterns gives a new look.

The most dazzling is the dresser, this dresser is made of imitation European style, the mirror is surrounded by fiery red roses carved with wood, the big mirror can clearly shine on the whole body, under the mirror is the desktop, there are two stepped small drawers on both sides of the desktop, and the upper room of the drawer is placed with a carved lily embrace, which can store things, elegant and beautiful.

On the other side, a vase is carved with roses blooming, but the roses on the mirror surface echo each other from afar.

The stool is even more amazing, the oval Peng Gao noodles are made of cotton and high-quality silk cloth by Yuqi Niang, and the vine leaves carved on the four legs are simply dazzling when put together.

"Wow, Dad, that's pretty. Yujie ran over in three steps and two steps, her face full of surprise, looking at the furniture, her eyes were worth it.

Fan Junjiang laughed happily, bent down and hugged Yujie, hugged him in his arms and kissed him again and again.

Yuqi was also full of joy and circled around the furniture.

"Xiaoqi, how is it, is Dad doing okay? ”

Just when Yuqi was thinking about whether to pull down the town and sell it, her father appeared behind her silently.

"Daddy was awesome. She was so stingy with her praise.

Fan Junjiang scratched his head with a smile, and was a little embarrassed to be praised by his beaten daughter: "I see that this furniture is more beautiful than the last time I made it for that woman, I want to pull it down to the town and sell it, try it." ”

This coincides with Yuqi's thinking, if Dad's furniture becomes an instant hit in the town, then Dad will not worry about going out to find a job, even if he makes a wardrobe or dresser of silver a month, it is more than the money that Dad earned in a year of hard work in previous years.

"Dad, this furniture has wasted a lot of effort, and it must not be sold cheaply. Yuqi was afraid that her father would be fooled, so she sold it for some silver, so she didn't feel at ease.

Fan Junjiang looked at Yuqi's appearance, it was clear that there was no difference between him and the little housekeeper, he smiled, and scratched her nose dotingly: "Dad is not stupid, I am looking for this whole set of furniture and selling it for a hundred taels to try, if no one in the town buys it, I am pulling it to the county seat, if it doesn't work, I will pull it down in the city to sell, there are many rich people there." ”

"Well, come on, Dad. He winked at his father.

Before dawn the next day, there was a knock on the door of the house, Yuqi half-got up and poked her head out of the window next to the bed, and saw her father open the door, and it was three uncles who came in.

Seeing them muttering a few words, the uncle turned around and went out and led an ox cart in, and the four of them carefully put the bed on the ox cart, tied it with a rope, and the uncle pulled the ox cart out.

Without a moment's effort, the second uncle pulled the ox cart into the courtyard, this ox cart was loaded with a dresser, the father and the third uncle and the fourth uncle were carefully loaded into the car, and the mother even took out the old quilt, put it under the mirror, wrapped it layer by layer, and then tied it with a rope.

Yuqi stretched out her hand to puff, saw that they were all gone, squinted her sleepy eyes, fell on the bed, and fell asleep again in a few breaths.

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Fan Junfeng and Fan Junjiang sat side by side on the ox cart, took a puff of cigarette pouch, and lightly exhaled a puff of white smoke: "Fourth brother, how much silver are you going to sell for this furniture?"

"One hundred taels!"

"Ahem, cough, what's the matter? a hundred taels!" The eldest brother who was choked by the smoke widened his eyes, usually people only have a few taels of income a year, if it is better, it will be ten taels of silver, this is still when the wind and rain are good, if you encounter a bad harvest, not to mention ten taels is one tael, it is all good.

"Yes, one hundred taels. ”

"Can a hundred taels be sold?" Fan Junfeng was more worried, there was nothing wrong with putting this one hundred taels on those rich households in the town, but after all, there were few rich households and many poor people, right?

What the eldest brother thought of, Fan Junjiang also thought of, how can he know that he can't sell it if he doesn't give it a try?

"If we don't sell it, we still have to try it, in case it does. ”

The eldest brother thought about it, but it was also, if someone really took a fancy to it, it was not allowed, after all, this furniture was indeed exquisite.

The ox cart didn't dare to go too fast, it took almost an hour to arrive in town, passing by a chaos stall, the four brothers bought a few baked cakes and one person came to a big bowl of chaos, and ate it with a lot of fragrance, and after eating, he sweated all over, and the third Fan Junliang patted his round stomach when he ate, and kept calling cool.

On one of the more prosperous connections in the town, they found a place that no one occupied, and the brothers joined forces to unload the furniture.

The people who came out to buy things saw the furniture, they were deeply attracted, some wanted to buy, they shook their heads when they asked the price, and some of the richer ones bargained on the spot, and asked their father if they would sell it for eighty taels, but their father was a tendon, and they didn't sell it if they were one hundred taels less, and the rich man who was angry turned his head and left.

"Fourth brother, eighty taels is a lot, why don't you sell it yet? You have to sell it for one hundred taels!" The eldest brother and the others left, and then he squatted beside Fan Junjiang angrily and said dissatisfiedly, feeling very sorry for the eighty taels that ran away.

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