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Looking for someone."

Yu Yinghua's eyes ran across the items in the box one by one, and he couldn't help teasing: "You are now the head of Qianqian County, and I am just a commoner."

"Sir, you are really sarcastic."

Xia Qianqian grabbed her sleeves and said dissatisfied: "Being the head of Qianqian County is not what I want. But before that, we were teachers and students, and we were also close friends. Could it be that all this changed because of an imperial edict?

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Yu Yinghua pointed her forehead with his finger, "I won't change, I'm afraid of you..."

"You are really looking down on me." Xia Qianqian let go of her arm, palms up, and stretched it out in front of her, "Where's the gift for me?"

"I thought you wouldn't care about my things now that you have the things in the box."

"They are theirs, and what is yours is yours, how can they be confused." Xia Qianqian insisted: "You can't shirk it, you are the eldest daughter of the Yu family after all, don't you even have a gift to give me?

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Yu Yinghua looked at her serious look and said with a dumb smile: "Compared with other people's gifts, my gift is not surprising."

As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it over, "I embroidered it myself."

Xia Qianqian took it and saw a pale pink handkerchief embroidered with rich peonies in bloom. The stitches were fine and the embroidery work was exquisite.

"It's so beautiful!" She couldn't help but admire.

"Actually, I also borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha." Yu Yinghua felt a little embarrassed, "This veil is made of cotton thread."

"Cotton?" Xia Qianqian turned the handkerchief over and over, "Could it be..."

"Yes!" Yu Yinghua nodded and continued: "It's the cotton field at the foot of the Qingshan Mountain. The cotton bales were harvested in advance. As you said, the cotton produced comes in different colors, which is rare to see.

Colored cotton."

"In the past few days, my father has been very happy. He said that there is no need to worry about selling this year's cotton, and the price of cotton cloth will be unprecedentedly high."

"Then Mr. Yu..."

Xia Qianqian knows Master Yu's temperament, and he will definitely come to her to find out what happened to her if she is so excited.

She looked past Yu Yinghua and looked behind her, but Master Yu was nowhere to be seen.

"My father was so excited that he was worried that bad guys might take advantage of it and destroy the cotton field or steal the cotton bales. He sent someone to guard it. He was worried and went to guard it himself."
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He is so attentive.

"Thank you for your hard work, uncle." Xia Qianqian stroked the handkerchief in her hand, "If we spin colorful threads from colorful cotton and make colorful clothes, we will definitely be sought after by everyone."

She will definitely make this money.

After some consideration, she suggested: "The newly picked colorful cotton should be first spun into colorful threads, made into several square handkerchiefs like this, and sold in Yupin Pavilion. Let's test the market first."
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When it comes to business, her eyes shine brightly, "Remember, don't put too much in quantity. Be sure to emphasize that there are only a few. Come quickly. If you miss the opportunity, there will be no chance within this year."

Yu Yinghua nodded, "I will do what you want."

The two chatted for a while, and Xia Qianqian greeted: "Quick, I cooked a pot of soup last night and prepared a bowl of the richest mushroom soup powder for you, want to try it?"

"Okay."

Xia Chengan, who had been left out in the private room, sat there for a while, then walked out with a sullen face, preparing to return to the inn.

When I reached the stairs, I bumped into a boy.

The boy was holding a vermilion tray, with a large white porcelain bowl placed on the tray. On top of the porcelain bowl was a celadon-patterned plate, which was exactly the same as the plate used by His Highness the King Xian just now.

Xia Chengan frowned and turned to follow the boy.

The boy didn't know anything and entered the door of a private room.

Inside the door, the girl's refreshing voice said cheerfully: "Mr. Yu, try it quickly. This mushroom broth is made from half-sized chickens, wild mushrooms I picked myself, and slow-cooked overnight.

, coupled with my unique vermicelli here, it tastes amazing."

"Are you so busy? Do you still need to make soup?" Yu Yinghua teased her.

"For those closest to me, I naturally want to give them the best." Xia Qianqian sighed and urged: "Would you like to try it quickly? I'm still waiting for you to praise me!"

"Okay! Hmm...

Yu Yinghua didn't care that he hadn't swallowed the food in his mouth yet, and praised it tightly, "It's really delicious!"

"Haha, I am still very confident in my cooking skills."

"..."

Xia Chengan, standing at the corner of the room, suffered a 10,000-point blow.

It turns out that the unique mushroom soup on the table of His Royal Highness Shicai Xian Wang is not just this bowl.

He is just not qualified enough to enjoy what she has made with her own hands.

The sluggish energy in his heart became more and more condensed, filling his whole heart, and his whole heart became heavy.

Rebellious son!

Xia Chengan flicked his sleeves, turned around, went downstairs with a heavy face, and strode out.

In the lobby, people who wanted to take a look at Pingyang Hou's style all fell on him and focused on his face.

No one dared to say anything.

There was suddenly silence in the noisy lobby.

My eyes followed the figure of Marquis Pingyang, and I saw him leaving the gate, taking the horse handed over by his entourage, getting on the horse, turning the horse's head, and galloping away.

Everyone, look at me, look at me, I don’t know why.

After a long silence, someone asked Hu Tang in a low voice, "Did someone piss off Marquis Pingyang?"

"How could it be!" Hu Tang picked up the wine glass on the table, his cheeks were filled with drunkenness, and he staggered and shouted: "The only person here who dares to offend Pingyang Marquis is His Highness the King Xian."

"Shh!" The person next to him grabbed Hu Tang and said, "Master Hu, don't talk nonsense."

"What are you afraid of?" Hu Tang changed the subject, "The Lord Qianqian is the savior of His Highness the Xian Wang. Who doesn't look at His Highness the Xian Wang's face and look up to her?"

"No one can make fun of her, no one can!"

He seemed to be drunk. He raised his head and poured a glass of wine into his mouth. His face became redder, his head became dizzy, his legs went weak, and he lay directly on the table.

He seemed a little happy, and murmured in his mouth: "Mo Yu, you are a shy turtle. You sent me a rotten plaque and no one showed up. What does this mean? I am still being righteous. I am good to you, have you seen it?"

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After a while, he looked a little depressed again, squinted his eyes slightly, and murmured in his sleep: "He is His Highness the Wise King, what should I use and how can I fight for it?"

As he spoke, he actually lay on the table and began sobbing inappropriately.

The people around me are really blind.
Chapter completed!