There is a photo frame the size of a book in the bedroom of Old Mei. It is always placed on the small coffee table next to the bed, and you can see it when you lie on the bed and turn your head.

Guan Ping'an envied Mrs. Mei in the photo frame, and she wanted to ask questions many times but didn't dare to ask. She was afraid that she would accidentally arouse Mr. Mei's sadness.

Grandpa Mei can keep her vows and be alone throughout her life, she must be very amazing. She is definitely not what Mu Xiu calls a weak water of three thousand, only taking a can of drink.

Old Mei kept smiling and silently watching his little guy holding a plate of Jiangnan pastries in a photo frame.

If you, Grandma Mei, would you just make such a random statement. Her first reaction was not to praise you, but to give you a book list first.

When Guan Ping'an wanted to bring a plate of hairy crabs into the house, Mr. Mei had to stop. This stuffy dog ​​days, you can think of it.

Be good, go and sleep for a while.

Guan Ping'an tilted his little head and blinked: Are you sure? Grandpa Yi said that his cousin is her grandmother Mei’s favorite chrysanthemum wine with hairy crabs?

Although it is "sincereal in September, and the peak in October", it is not the best time to eat hairy crabs, but she can't wait until September to return to Beijing, right?

She had put a lot of effort into this basket of hairy crabs. As well as the chrysanthemum wine, she also ran to the market on a long way.

Good, grandpa is going to work, you and your brother go to have a good rest, and we will chat tonight.

All right.

Grandma Mei, it’s not that I don’t care about you, but that Grandpa Mei doesn’t care about you. Don’t worry, I will learn what you learn and make chrysanthemum wine for me in the future.

There is a room next to the main room in the east wing.

Guan Ping'an closed his eyes and lay on the bed listening to the light snoring of Tianyou in the room. When she heard the cicadas left in the yard, she glanced at the bamboo curtain at the door.

This kind of bamboo curtain is the most common bamboo strips in the south that are woven together with ropes and wrapped around the four sides with cloth strips.

It is said that it is the most common and uncommon, but the difference is that the bamboo curtain is made of exquisite workmanship, and you can only see the faint shadow of a person on the opposite side through the bamboo curtain.

Guan Ping'an collected a lot of bamboo curtains similar to this kind of bamboo curtain, and rushed to the seller's village in the market.

Just as every household in her village can weave kang mats and weave wicker baskets, everyone can also use bamboo weaving skills in a village in Hangzhou.

In order to cover up people's eyes, she lost her words. But she thought that the bamboo products and bamboo shoots sent by her grandfather were not very good enough to send them to her father.

Her father should be able to understand her right?

胖揍一顿?不存在的.合上房门的关平安闪身进入竹屋,站在一堆货物前面摇了摇头,她爹可疼着她了.

There are so many things... Guan Ping'an, who had just entered the little gourd after a month, saw the real thing and grinned his teeth and scratched his head. What should he do?

I accidentally got into a big fuck.

conceal?

It must be that I can't hide it from her.

Guan Ping'an's eyes rolled, and he came out of the east house carefully avoided the piles of goods in the main hall and stood at the door of the west house, and carefully walked out of the bamboo house from the crack.

forecourt?

In addition to the original large number of jars and jars, there are a new batch of "residents". Some jars and jars with obvious and different color techniques.

Is this over?

No!

There were also hundreds of bamboo baskets piled up.

backyard?

Next to the bamboo house and the kitchen, there was a pile of sacks that were built high up to cover the door, all of which were filled with dry goods that she had not yet sorted out.

Of course, all the good things had been hidden in the inner room and the basement under the kitchen in advance. The things in the yard, including the things on the red carpet in the backyard, were all goods that Guan Ping'an planned to ship for one or two days before leaving Beijing, otherwise he would not scare her.

Besides, I don’t know if I don’t go out. As soon as I go out, Guan Ping’an realized that not only the money she had spent was very fast, but also the things were consumed very fast.

Those antiques, cultural relics, books, etc. must be in and out of her hand. I also plan to collect more future family transfers.

As for gold, it is not a product.

This is left to her future prodigal nephews. So, Guan Ping'an is short of money and tickets now, and she lacks old money and tickets.

After strolling around, Guan Ping'an had a more specific plan for the spoils he went out, and she was not in a hurry to go out and quickly dig a hole while her brother was on lunch break.

The end of the lake inside the small gourd was still lingering with white mist. I don’t know where it leads, and Guan Ping’an didn’t dare to sprinkle a few drops of blood on the ground.

At least, she dared not. Maybe... Guan Ping'an glanced at the end thoughtfully, maybe she could try this trip home again.

With her father, she came to the capital to meet her Grandpa Mei. No matter what aspect of the matter is considered in the short term, Xiao Hulu had been in seclusion for a year or two, which would be fine for her family's safety.

But... no, still no, absolutely not greedy.

Guan Ping'an pursed his lips and thought about this and that, but it did not delay her from using it in her mind. The pickaxe tightly held in her hands was digging the new pit one after another.

This pit?

Cough cough... It is a small pond dug next to the lake. It has become quite large in a short period of time and is now a lotus pond with crab fat.

Just pick up one of the cylindrical mesh cages in the pond, which were originally small hairy crabs, each of which was the size of an adult fist.

With this growth rate, Guan Ping'an was not sure whether the little puppies they gave birth to would eventually become hairy crabs full of ponds, so he could only use a stupid method to expand the pond area first.

Fortunately, she has great strength, and fortunately, the black soil of the little gourd is enough for her to tossing. It really doesn't work. Isn't there still a lawn? If it doesn't work, it will cause a lot of bleeding.

Guan Ping'an thought about it. After finishing the digging work, she got out of the small gourd and returned to the wooden bed in the east room. She made adjustments while controlling her mind and sorting out the results of this battle.

For example, fabric.

The pieces of muslin that could pile up to the height of the roof of the bamboo house, her family could not wear them for ten years, even twenty years. What should she keep them for?

Sell!

For example, if you want to leave one or two copies of various styles, what else can you do? This is what her mother said that it is not eaten or used properly.

Sell!

Guan Ping'an controlled his mind and tried his best to move some of the goods that occupied a large amount to the front and back yards of the bamboo house, so that the decorations in the bamboo house could be restored to their original state before returning home.

Well, her father couldn't find out now. Maybe seeing her so obedient, she wouldn't force her to study anymore even if she was soft-hearted.

Although she still can't help but feel bad when she sees the books on the scrap site, it is not this book. Can she even read it well?
Chapter completed!