In the early morning, Li Qiniang took Xin Bo and Wen Xiu to the construction site. Yan Xuehuai wanted to go with her, but Li Qiniang refused.

In her opinion, the construction site is too messy, so if my daughter doesn’t go, she won’t go.

Lu Ying'er took Cui Xu and Tian Gu Hua, busy, while Yan Xuehuai continued to do her only job, peeling eggs.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Dong Wanqian came in from outside with the wind. Yan Xuehuai looked up and looked at it without saying a word, and continued to peel the eggs.

Dong Wanqian looked around, pointed at the snow-white wall, and said nothing: "The wall of your house is bare, why can't you even buy a painting?"

Yan Xue didn't raise her head, and said while peeling the eggs: "Just post a few more words for blessing during the Chinese New Year."

"Fu word?" Dong Wanqian sat opposite Yan Xuehuai, blinking his almond eyes, "Uncle Lu Er's handwriting is very good. During the Chinese New Year, many people lined up to ask him to write spring waves. Why don't I tell him about it for you and ask him to write more pictures for your shop?"

"Yeah, thank you." Yan Xuehuai peeled another egg and put it in the basin next to it.

"What are you doing for peeling so many eggs?" Dong Wanqian finally found the topic again.

"Make braised eggs." Yan Xuehuai said.

"Braised eggs, do you need to peel the shells? I think the ones in Shan Bo's family are with shells."

"Bo Shan sells tea eggs." Yan Xuehuai said.

"Ah, that's right, then is your braised egg delicious?"

As Dong Wanqian said, he reached out to take an egg, imitated Yan Xuehuai, kowtowed on the edge of the bowl, and then used his fingers to pick it up, and a large piece of the egg shell was cut off, and a piece of egg white was dropped.

Yan Xuehuai sighed: "I said, can't you even peel eggs?"

Dong Wanqian blinked his eyes and looked at what he had peeled out, and then looked at what Yan Xuehuai had peeled out. He was a little dissatisfied: "I use weapons to practice martial arts with my hands, and peeling this is a waste of talent."

Yan Xuehuai nodded: "I will write it to you for two cents of an egg. I will let Dazhuang come to your shop to collect it."

"What? I didn't eat it, look, it's okay." Dong Wanqian put the egg in his hand in front of Yan Xuehuai.

Yan Xuehuai looked at her and said, "You are a customer. Would you buy such eggs? Two cents are the cost price, so don't use firewood to cook them?"

"Two papers are just two papers, can I still afford it?"

Dong Wanqian bit and ate the egg. Unexpectedly, he choked as soon as he swallowed half of it and burped his neck. Yan Xuehuai had no choice but to pour her a cup of warm water. Dong Wanqian drank the water and finally could speak: "What kind of egg is this in your house? It can choke people to death."

Yan Xuehuai ignored her and continued to peel the eggs.

Dong Wanqian sat for a while, coughed, cleared his throat, then lowered his voice, and said to Yan Xuehuai: "Thank you for that day."

Yan Xuehuai said lightly: "You also helped me fight yesterday and even."

Dong Wanqian grinned, knocked on the table with his fingers, and asked, "How many eggs do you want to peel?"

"One hundred." Yan Xuehuai said.

"One hundred? Didn't your family hire someone? Why did you still have to do such heavy work?" Dong Wanqian was puzzled.

Yan Xuehuai said: "Everyone is working. Do you think I am idle like you?"

If Yan Xuehuai said this, Dong Wanqian must retaliate, but today Dong Wanqian was just stunned and said, "I'm not idle either, I'm actually quite busy."

Then, she counted on her fingers and counted how busy she was every day.

"I'm going to send my brother to school in the morning. You don't know that the master in their school is so pretentious. He will slap my palm if he is late. Really, he actually dares to hit my brother. It's really a hit. That ruler is so old that I beat my brother to cry. Do you think I can't get angry? If it were you, wouldn't you be angry? I'll go find him, but my brother's stupid guy pulled me and didn't let him go. Oh, I'm so angry, I'm angry, I'm so angry, I'm so angry, I'm so angry."

Yan Xuehuai remembered that she had not seen Dong Xiaobai since that day, so she asked, "Have your brother gone to school again?"

"No, my brother is sick. That day, I watered it with cold water and got a fever when I came back. I only subsided yesterday. I was so sick, so I must raise it. Jun... Uncle Lu Er asked him for leave from the school and asked him to raise it well."

Speaking of this, Dong Wanqian didn't keep the door in his mouth. Before Yan Xuehuai asked her, she said herself: "It's all my fault for that bitch Wang Zhaodi. If it weren't for her, my brother wouldn't have been seriously ill. By the way, why don't you ask me, how is Wang Zhaodi? Are you not curious?"

Yan Xuehuai...

She had no choice but to ask, "How is Wang Zhaodi?"

"What can it do? Of course it's a waste. I cut my tongue, my hands and feet, and I sent it to the mine as a cousin."

Dong Wanqian's speakers are unintentional, and Yan Xuehuai's listeners are intentional.

On the mine?

What mine?

According to her few understandings of the Great Wei Dynasty, the court had strict management of mines, gold, silver, and iron ore were 100% official mines. Even other mines had official backgrounds and were not something that ordinary merchants could own.

Can Qingyunling easily send people to the mine? Should we connect with the government or start mines privately?

Yan Xuehuai was useless. He pretended not to hear it. He kept peeling all the big basin of eggs in his hand.

Seeing that Dong Wanqian still had no intention of leaving, Yan Xuehuai said, "Or, you can make meals in my shop too."

"Make a rice? How to make a rice?" Dong Wanqian didn't understand. Her shop sells barbecue, so she didn't say anything about making a rice.

"If you put dozens of taels of silver, I will deduct a meal for you. If you can come and eat, your brother can eat it, and you, Uncle Lu, you can eat it all." Yan Xuehuai explained patiently.

Dong Wanqian finally understood that Yan Huaishui wanted to make money from her.

"Why should I come to your house to make meals? I have a shop myself." Dong Wanqian was angry. Yan Huaishui was so bad that she dared to calculate her money.

"You have a shop. Do you have a stir-fry in your shop? Do you have buns, dumplings, noodles?" Yan Xuehuai pointed to a large pot of eggs in her hand, "You haven't even eaten braised eggs."

There is no one who has eaten Li Shiji braised eggs on Huichang Street, so it is probably only Dong Ji's people.

Dong Xiaobai secretly sent his friend to buy rice with rice, and there was braised egg in the rice, but Dong Wanxian didn't eat it. She had ambition, so she didn't know what Yan Huaishui's house was.

But now that these words came from Yan Xuehuai's mouth, Dong Wanqian heard a sense of superiority.

Listen to what Yan Huaishui said, it’s like their family can’t afford to eat or even have an egg.

"Cut, just make the rice. Do you think I have no money? How much do you want?" Dong Wanqian slapped the table.

Yan Xuehuai didn't know why she was slamming the table. She was sick.
Chapter completed!