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Yang Mei squinted her eyes and listened to Ma Youwei's reading of the opening chapter of the story, pointedly pointed out a few things that were not handled well, and then expressed her own opinion.

Ma Youwei felt enlightened, she took her mother's suggestion seriously, and took the manuscript back to her room to revise.

These days, Ma Youwei was thinking about writing a storybook when she was free, and the original task of teaching Dani how to embroider naturally fell behind.

When Yang Mei went to the big house to deliver lunch to Chen Hehua, she saw that Dani was practicing acupuncture with her old clothes, and her face showed a touch of relief.

"Dani, do you like embroidery?" Yang Mei asked Ma Dani softly.

Ma Dani nodded seriously, feeling a little embarrassed to show Nai what she embroidered.

"Grandma, I haven't learned it well yet. When I do, I will embroider a veil for Grandma." Dani said her inner thoughts a little shyly.

Yang Mei touched Dani's head and asked: "Your little aunt has been a little busy recently, so she may not be able to teach you patiently.

If you want to learn embroidery, how about grandma sending you to the town to learn? "

Ma Dani's eyes lit up, but soon she shook her head and refused.

Learning embroidery in the town will definitely cost money, and she is not even familiar with how to move a needle now, so she can't just waste her money.

"Grandma, little aunt taught me some basic skills, but I'm stupid and slow to learn, so she let me practice by myself first.

When I have learned the most basic acupuncture techniques, my little aunt will teach me some time. " Ma Da Ni replied.

Yang Mei didn't expect that Dani would refuse the opportunity to go to the town to learn embroidery, and she couldn't help feeling a little more fond of this six-year-old but hard-working little girl.

"Okay, then you study hard and practice more.

Grandma is waiting for you to learn how to embroider square handkerchiefs for grandma! Yang Mei said with a smile.

Ma Dani showed a sweet smile and solemnly accepted this arduous task.

Yang Mei carried Jinbao to the yard to bask in the sun for a while, the grandparents and grandchildren muttered to each other about "interstellar secret words", and then called the others to have dinner together.

The whole family gathered around the table to eat lunch, except for Da Bao and Xiao Bao who were vying for this and that, no one else spoke.

Liu Chuncao's eyeballs kept rolling.

She doesn't approve of her mother-in-law breaking up with her father-in-law who has become a high-ranking official.

Several times he hesitated whether to speak persuasion or not, but when he thought that his status in the mother-in-law's heart had plummeted, he was afraid of making it boring, so he held back.

She didn't dare to speak, so Liu Chuncao pinned her hopes on her son Dabao.

She pushed Dabao lightly, and Dabao was told by his mother beforehand to stuff something into his mouth while asking Yangmei vaguely: "Grandma, is my choking a big melon?"

Yang Mei didn't hear clearly, and told Dabao: "Don't talk while eating, be careful not to choke."

Dabao let out a groan, lowered his head and continued to chop the rice, taking what his grandma said as an imperial decree, and letting his mother's words like farts.

Liu Chuncao gently pushed Dabao twice, but Dabao ignored her.

After eating, he slipped off the table and took Xiaobao out to play again.

People in the village more or less heard about what happened in Yangmei's house in the morning.

The fact that Ma Shuming was almost calculated did not cause any splash at all.

The attention of the villagers was basically attracted by the arguments of 'Ma Zhong is not dead' and 'Ma Zhong is the real Chen Shimei'.

Ma Dabao and Ma Xiaobao went out to play, some villagers recognized the two brothers, and ran up to ask the two dolls for news.

"Dabao, I heard that your grandfather has become rich and even became a high official? Is this true or not?"

Dabao was a little confused. He blinked and said truthfully, "I don't know."

"Why don't you know what's going on at home?

Didn't your parents tell you?Didn't your grandma say? "People who gossip don't give up, they are persuasive and persuasive.

Dabao said: "Father said that as long as you listen to milk, I will die."

The gossip people got this answer and ran around telling everyone.

OK, I didn't run away!

Ma Zhong is Chen Shimei, but Bo Wangniang can't be Qin Xianglian, she can only be Ma Zhong dead, what a poor person!

Yang Mei never thought that the power of gossip would be so powerful.

It's like a single spark can start a prairie fire!

Even the patriarch and the village chief couldn't help coming to her door to ask her the truth about this matter.

Yang Mei could only tell the truth to the village chief and patriarch, but she couldn't control whether she believed it or not.

... ...

in town.

After Song Xiaodao and his brothers finished work, they found a roadside stall for lunch.

Song Xiaodao specially left a large piece of tofu for his own people to eat, and after explaining to the stall owner how to make it, he sat down on the small table outside the stall and waited.

The stall owner was very interested in tofu, which has become popular recently. Knowing that Song Xiaodao and the others were selling tofu, he hurriedly asked him about the supply.

When a business came to him, Song Xiaodao naturally entertained him patiently, and with a few words, he took an order from the stall owner.

Thirty catties of tofu cost five cents a catty, and thirty catties can earn thirty cents.

This is a door-to-door deal, and it didn't take much effort. The monkeys all laughed and said it was worth it.

Song Xiaodao was thoughtful.

He wondered if he should take a few pieces of tofu to the restaurant of Deyun Company to talk about cooperative supply and try it out tomorrow?

Street stalls can ask for [-] catties of tofu. If Deyun Restaurant can offer tofu dishes, the demand will be even greater.

At the stall where Song Xiaodao was distracted, the stall owner cooked the tofu and brought it up.

The stall itself was salivated by the smell, and he was full of confidence in the thirty catties of tofu he had just ordered.

Just when Song Xiaodao and the others picked up their chopsticks and were about to eat, a carriage suddenly stopped beside them.

The old Jijiu got out of the car smelling the aroma, pointed to the plate of braised tofu and said to the stall owner: "Boss, serve me the same plate."

The stall owner explained with a puzzled face: "Old man, I'm sorry, this tofu is out today, and it was the last plate just now."

Business people, regardless of whether they are big merchants or small street vendors, are all shrewd.

The stall owner didn't say that the tofu was brought by other people's customers, but only said that today's tofu is sold out, and if you want to eat it, you will come back tomorrow.

Anyway, thirty catties of tofu will be delivered tomorrow, so there will indeed be one.

The old Jijiu had a regretful expression on his face, and he stared at the braised tofu with fiery eyes.

The servant who followed the old Jijiu stepped forward and persuaded with a smile: "Old man, Deyun Restaurant has prepared food for you, and the food in our restaurant is not comparable to that of roadside stalls."

The implication is very obvious, I look down on the things made by the small roadside stalls.

The stall owner laughed and didn't refute. Deyun Restaurant is a high-end restaurant for rich people. Naturally, their small roadside stalls can't compare.

Lao Jijiu ate fried tofu last time, and this time he saw braised tofu again. He really can't forget this dish of tofu.

He was thinking about asking his servants to go to the street market to buy tofu tomorrow and go back to make it himself. He raised his feet and was about to leave, but he heard a voice behind him:

"If the old man doesn't dislike it, how about sitting down and tasting this braised tofu together?"