The Reborn Wife is Farming

Mu Yangling touched the porcelain carefully and asked, "Isn't the cost low?"

"Fortunately, the price is also not low, so the profit is considerable." Fan Zijin turned around and picked up another can, raised his hand and said, "The premise is that it can be sold."

Mu Yangling pondered, and said, "It would be great if there was a bag that was waterproof and kept high quality."

Fan Zijin didn't take it seriously, such bags only exist in imagination, and the paper is still not cheap, so it's better to use porcelain, this kind of porcelain looks exquisite, but in fact it is still incomparable with several exquisite porcelain kilns in the south, and the cost is not high. Not as high as Mu Yangling imagined.

Qi Haoran asked curiously, "What kind of bag is so good? Paper and cloth are not waterproof, could it be oiled paper and oiled cloth? But the black one is not exquisite at all, who would buy it?"

Mu Yangling gave a brief description and said: "At that time, we can engrave little white rabbits and trademark patterns on the bags. They are very exquisite. Of course, it is not certain whether they can be made."

Fan Zijin pondered, nodded and said, "You're right, we should have our own trademark and pattern, so that people will know that this thing belongs to us at a glance."

"..." Mu Yangling said with some lack of confidence: "I'm talking about bags."

Qi Haoran was instantly averted, and shouted: "I'll take care of the name."

Fan Zijin glanced at him and said, "Okay, I'll leave this to you, and I'll trouble you with the pattern."

Qi Haoran patted his chest in response, drooling as he looked at the bottles and cans, "Zijin, give me some, my wounds are healed, it doesn't matter if I eat a little, I will definitely not tell my brother."

"No." Fan Zijin went out and brought a jar to Mu Yangling, and said, "This is for you, take it back and taste it."

Qi Haoran instantly became jealous, why is Fan Zijin so courteous to Mu Yangling? His eyes swept over the two of them.

Seeing that Mu Yangling accepted it unceremoniously, he was even more unhappy.

Fan Zijin only thought that his brother was angry because he didn't eat the diced rabbit meat, so he didn't think much about it.

Mu Yangling obviously thought so too, before he left, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "When your injury heals, Mr. Fan will eat as much as you want."

Qi Haoran said displeasedly: "When did you get so close with Zijin? Calling me is just a name and surname, but calling him is so polite."

Mu Yangling opened his mouth slightly and said, "Alright then, little general, I'll call you that from now on. If you're okay, little girl, I'll leave first."

Qi Haoran looked at her anxiously, "Are you angry?"

Mu Yangling laughed out loud, "Why am I so angry, it's fine, come to my house when you recover from your injury, and I'll ask my mother to cook something delicious for you."

Qi Haoran's mood immediately improved, "You said that."

Mu Yangling nodded, and went back with the jar in his arms.

It was the first time for the children to eat this kind of diced rabbit meat, and they all thought it was delicious, even the aunt and Shu Wanniang couldn't help eating two more.

But Mu Yangling didn't give more food to the children, saying, "There are a lot of spices in this food. If you eat it, you can only eat four grains a day, and the blog post will be halved."

Bowen pursed his mouth, but he also knew that his sister was doing it for his own good, so he picked up the last one and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing non-stop with puffed cheeks.

Sitting on the kang, Bosi and Kejia saw that the saliva kept flowing out, and stretched out their hands to reach for the jar. Mu Yangling quickly put the things away and hid them, and smiled to the two little ones: " You are still young, you can't eat this thing yet."

Bosi clenched his fist and stuffed it into his hand, looking at his sister with tears in his eyes, while Kejia yelled angrily, and kept grabbing Mu Yangling with his hands.

Mu Yangling laughed loudly, picked up Kejia and threw it up, and said with a smile: "You little girl, why are you more fierce than your brother?"

Shu Wanniang pursed her lips and smiled, looked at the eldest daughter, then at the younger daughter, and said: "The girls in our family all have this temper, but the boy is gentle. Your tempers should be reversed."

"I think girls have a good temper," the aunt said, "Otherwise, if they are gentle and gentle, they won't sue if they are bullied in the future. Boys are better if they are gentle, so they won't get into trouble when they go out, and they will be more tolerant of everything, and they will be safe and smooth. "

"Since my aunt says it's good, then it's good. You are an old man, and you are more knowledgeable than us."

The aunt smiled satisfied when she heard the words, looked at Xiuhong and Xiulan, and sighed: "I don't worry about Xiuhong, don't look at this child who is usually like a gourd, with a sharp mouth and ideas, she will not I wronged myself, but Xiulan, this child is too soft-tempered." The aunt patted Shu Wanniang's hand and said: "Not everyone has your good luck, it's not a good thing for girls to be soft-tempered."

Ma Liu has been strong all her life, she knows that this world cannibalizes people, women are already in a disadvantaged position, if they are soft-tempered, they will be bullied to the head.

Shu Wanniang's face was reddish, she lowered her head and said nothing.

When the aunt went out, she got up and took out a basket from the inner room, handed it to Mu Yangling and said, "This is a gift I prepared for Mr. Academy, take it with you when you bring Bowen tomorrow, and tell Mr. talk."

Mu Yangling nodded.

Shu Wanniang called Bowen over again, and said seriously: "It's not easy for you to go to school at home. In school, you have to study hard and don't fight fiercely. But if someone bullies you, don't swallow your anger. You are a scholar, so you should have the bearing of a scholar." ,do you understand?"

Mu Bowen responded seriously, "Mother, I understand."

Only then did Shu Wanniang nod in satisfaction, and after saying some words of encouragement, she took out the schoolbag that A Ling had sewed by herself, "This is what your sister told me to make for you, you turn around and take your own books and pencil case Just put it in and carry it to school every day."

Mu Bowen took the schoolbag in surprise and gave his sister a big smile.

Mu Yangling couldn't help but rubbed his hair.

Early the next morning, Mu Yangling changed into neat and clean clothes and took Bowen's hand to go to the county town. Because her aunt was going to set up a stall to sell rabbits, she also wanted to go with them with a basket on her back.

"Auntie, let me do it." Mu Yangling wanted to take her pannier.

The aunt blocked her hand and said: "Don't, you just changed into clean clothes. If you get dirty again, it will be a waste of time. Let's go, it's just a basket, isn't my aunt carrying it into the city every day?" ?”

Mu Yangling was busy with the work in the field, so my aunt officially took over the work of going to the city to set up a stall to sell prey. She went to the city every day to catch the morning market.

When they arrived at the gate of the city, there were already people queuing up to enter the city one after another. Most of them, like Ma Liu, were there for the morning market.

When Mu Yangling brought Bowen to the gate of the academy, there were already many parents and students waiting at the gate.