There was a flutter, the little eagle flew out of the car window, Xiangling turned around, and found that Yang Qingyue was asleep while sitting, and her thin face was even more like a knife carving.

After a few days of boiling eagles, I must be tired.

It's late autumn, and the weather is very cold, so sleeping like this will catch a cold.

Xiangling pulls the drawer under the seat, and she remembers that there should be a felt inside.

Unexpectedly, what caught her eye was the set of red gauze that was somewhat exposed, Xiangling immediately blushed and pushed the drawer back, but the drawer was stagnant for a long time, not only did she not push it back, but she also made a movement and woke up Yang Qingyue.

Looking at Xiangling's embarrassed face, Yang Qingyue suddenly guessed Xiangling's thoughts, and explained: "That set of clothes has your smell on it, I let Xiaoying smell more, and I will treat you as half a master in the future, and I won't hurt you by mistake." ”

Could it be that Kitty Hawk's attitude was not very friendly when she first saw her, and then her attitude softened a little, and it turned out to be the credit of this dress.

The truth is this, but Yang Qingyue's car has the dress she is wearing, or such a revealing dress, no matter what, it makes people feel ambiguous.

Xiangling was silent and stopped talking.

The two of them sat down decently, and when they were about to reach the city gate, Yang Qingyue drove out again and sat on the wheel, as serious as Liu Xia Hui.

Xiangling is depressed in her heart, this guy obviously likes himself, but he looks so cautious everywhere, what does it mean?

How is that poem written: The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is merciless and sunny.

This kind of ambiguity is really fucking torturous.

Xiangling was inexplicably a little angry again.

The carriage soon arrived at the Sheng Oil Mill, and compared with the glory of the past, now the Sheng family is simply a bird.

Tearing the seal from above, the two of them walked through the huge workshop and went straight to the granary at the back of the courtyard.

Bursts of oil fragrance seeped into the wings of her nose, and Xiangling couldn't help but move her nose and looked at the source of the oil smell.

I saw a huge wooden utensil, with a grain hopper on the top, a log roll in the middle, an arm-thick oil outlet at the bottom, and a layer of yellow soybean oil floating in the bottom oil drum.

Xiangling exclaimed in surprise: "There is a stupid oil press!" ”

Xiangling ran over happily and saw that there was a wooden ladder leading to the top of the grain hopper, which was one and a half people high, and Xiangling was very interested, and climbed to the top.

When I looked into the grain roll along the grain hopper, the remnants of the boiled soybeans inside were already sour and smelly.

Xiangling couldn't help but stiffen her little nose and said: "It turned out to be a direct oil extraction from beans, and the oil yield of soybeans was already low, so it is even lower now." ”

Yang Qingyue stood below, raised her face and asked, "Do you still know how to squeeze oil?" ”

Xiangling nodded and said: "I don't understand it very well, but at least I understand it better than the Sheng family, and I won't suffer so many soybeans and be blind." ”

Yang Qingyue's eyes narrowed lightly and said: "The Southern Sheng family has no soybean raw materials, so it can't produce soybean oil. Wang Xianling, as the head of a county in charge of the imperial merchants, will definitely be implicated if he can't hand over the soybean oil, and he is now in a hurry, if you help him squeeze out the soybean oil, this oil mill, you will be able to take it down very cheaply. ”

Xiangling was pleasantly surprised: "Really? ”

Yang Qingyue said firmly: "Naturally, it's true, I'll let Jia Xiaoliu take you to talk to Wang County Ling later." ”

Looking at the huge Sheng's Oil Mill, Xiangling scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "Even if it is cheap, this shop can't be too cheap." It seems that I have to find Qi Sihai to sell things again, am I a little bit blackmailing Qi Sihai? ”

Yang Qingyue said with a smile: "Qi Sihai is so happy to be blackmailed by you, it's just that if you sell Qi Sihai recipes so frequently, Qi Sihai will think that sooner or later you will open a restaurant by yourself and rob him of his business." As for Sheng's Oil Mill, although Wang County's order is under your control, I suggest that you don't buy too low, not lower than five hundred taels. Wang Xianling is a corrupt official, so as not to be implicated in the investigation after the fall of the general......"

Xiangling was dumbfounded when she heard this, the asking price of the shop she rented now was one hundred and twenty taels, the courtyard of the Sheng family, just looking at the front yard was more than five times the size of that yard, not counting the backyard that she hadn't visited, five hundred taels, it was already considered a robbery price, okay? Yang Qingyue, you deserve to be preparing, you are really ruthless!!

Xiangling nodded and said, "Okay, listen to you, I will definitely put the price above five hundred taels." ”

People are lowering the price, and they can't wait to get it in vain, but they didn't expect that one day they will raise the price, worried that the price will be low.

Xiangling counted up her family's cash in her heart to see how she could get together five hundred taels.

The bean paste sold to Yang Qingyue made a net profit of sixty taels, and there were dozens of taels of silver stored at home, and the silver was used as raw materials to prepare for the opening of the food workshop, and if the things were sold well, they could be sold for five hundred taels;

If it doesn't sell well, go to Qi Sihai to sell vegetables, of course, this is the next policy.

Xiangling looked at the Sheng's oil mill with high spirits, as if the oil mill had become her own, and said with a smile: "With such a big oil mill, my family's status has improved a lot. ”

Oil mill with cloth village? Yang Qingyue's heart trembled, what did Xiangling mean by this? Could it be that she wants to marry Su Mu? Not Wang Wenqian?

This Su Mu in front of him, but he has cleared up his relationship with Xiangling more than once, saying that she is completely a sister, is it a lie? Or is it Xiangling's young girl's spring, completely wishful thinking?

Where did Xiangling know Yang Qingyue's crankiness, she wanted to go down the ladder, her hand unconsciously supported the grain bucket next to her, her fingers suddenly numb, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that several worms crawled out of the grain bucket, which should have been caused by the sour and smelly beans and the smell of oil stars.

The dense claws made Xiangling look creepy, and one even climbed up along Xiangling's wrist, Xiangling suddenly shook it in disgust, and fell off the ladder with a "whoosh".

Yang Qingyue jumped up and hugged Xiangling in her arms in time, Xiangling instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and her little face was nervously nestled in the man's neck, trembling.

Yang Qingyue wanted to let go of Xiangling, but Xiangling refused, and still held Yang Qingyue.

Yang Qingyue stepped on the ground a few times, and wanted to comfort Xiangling and said, "It's all trampled to death, I didn't climb into your clothes." ”

"Really?" Xiangling raised her little face and asked.

Yang Qingyue nodded firmly, pointed to the ground and said, "I don't believe you." ”

Xiangling twisted her body restlessly, and said coquettishly: "Don't look at it, it's disgusting, you take me to the backyard." ”

The sudden little girl was coquettish, which made Yang Qingyue's heart so soft that she couldn't be softer, and obediently carried Xiangling out of the house.

As soon as I got out of the back door, I saw Sun Liangtian, who drove the carriage to the backyard, and more than 20 soldiers who were unlocking the warehouse.

Yang Qingyue put Xiangling on the ground with lightning speed, causing Xiangling to almost fall to the ground.

At this time, Yang Qingyue looked solemn, holding her hands behind her back, as if she had restored the awe-inspiring, serious, serious, and not close to the image of the organizer.

Xiangling is called angry, in order to maintain his own image in front of the soldiers, this is no one.

Xiangling snorted and walked towards the warehouse, not wanting to pay attention to this "fake serious" Yang Qingyue.