His jet-black phoenix eyes look particularly magnificent when viewed this way, with deep double eyelid lines and long black eyelashes.
She looked at him quietly.
He frowned slightly and turned his face away.
When she turned back after a while, she was still looking at him quietly.
He pursed his lips: "What's wrong?"
Tang Shiyue said: "Ajing, you and Ayang look very similar, but your eyes are phoenix eyes, while Ayang's eyes are grape eyes."
"Yeah." He said, "Ayang's eyes are like my mother-in-law."
This topic obviously made him very embarrassed. He pursed his lips again and said expressionlessly: "Your eyes are not like those of your family."
Tang Shiyue was stunned for a moment.
Doesn't it look like it? Tang Shirong has typical deer eyes, black, round and innocent, with lying silkworm eyes, very "gentleman" eyes.
His eyes are nothing like those of the Tang family or the Wang family.
As for herself, the mirrors these days are not very clear, and she feels that she looks quite similar to Mr. Wang.
She asked with great interest: "What's the difference?"
He said in a solemn tone as if it was a big deal: "They are not as good looking as you."
Tang Shiyue: "..."
She laughed out loud: "Well, I see Ajing is so charming, and Ajing sees me too!"
She sat up as she spoke.
We went back and took a shower, cooked a meal and ate together. Moji didn't go to the small wine shop until the afternoon.
Madam Zhou had already had dinner with everyone. When Tang Shiyue arrived, she asked everyone to have a rest and then started making jelly.
How could a group of wives expect that they would meet Zhenzhang on the first day, so they couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Tang Shiyue didn't teach anyone in particular, and just asked everyone to help each other. She only used her mouth to explain while doing it, and she quickly made a pot of jelly.
She asked people to pick a lot of lotus leaves in advance, and each person got a piece of jelly, holding it in their hands, and took it home to eat.
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The requirements of the martial arts school are from the beginning of the Mao hour (5 o'clock) to the middle of the You hour (18 o'clock), so early in the morning, you can hear people walking outside.
Tang Shiyue practiced all day yesterday, and her arms and legs were in terrible pain. She was squatting in front of the kitchen half dead, yawning and washing rice.
I heard someone outside say: "Our baby is still young and sleeps a lot. Can you please send it to us at the end of the afternoon (7 o'clock)? We will have breakfast at home and save you rice and noodles."
Tang Shiyue clicked her tongue inwardly.
Really, there are such parents everywhere, and Qi Xiaolang will definitely be unhappy if they say such things.
She was straining her ears to hear what he had to say.
As a result, I heard a strange and rough voice say: "No! If you don't want to learn, just quit the brand and don't come. Otherwise, you can't be late! From today on, if you don't show up at Mao hour, you will be considered late. You can do it after three times
Went straight home!”
"In addition, yesterday I said that martial arts school students can only go through the south gate, and other entrances such as the main gate, corner gate, and back gate are not allowed. Can't you remember this?"
The daughter-in-law said unhappily: "Why are you, my husband, so unkind..."
The man said: "Opening a martial arts gym is not just to play with children, it is to learn kung fu and learn skills. Who are you going to discuss with you? The quarter will be here soon. If you don't go to the south gate, it will be too late!"
As he spoke, he closed the door with a bang.
Tang Shiyue raised her eyebrows.
It's good. She likes the feeling of this kind of disciplined force. These people in the village haven't gotten used to it yet, and they love the boy very much. I guess when the time comes... I'll have to recruit a few more people. No wonder Qi Xiaolang said he doesn't know yet.
How many can be left?
But who is this man? She has never heard this man's voice.
Thinking in my mind, I quickly made breakfast without stopping. After eating a few bites, I went to the small wine shop.
Because Qi Jing asked her to practice for an hour every day, she made arrangements here and went to the martial arts gym again.
The person who opened the door for her was a middle-aged man, dressed in khaki, with a black face and a beard. He was very formidable. When he saw her, he grinned widely and said: "Little lady, my name is Liang Zhongda. People call me Big Beard."
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It was that sound in the morning.
Tang Shiyue smiled and nodded: "Uncle Beard."
She took a hasty walk around and found that there were several more people in the martial arts hall, and the four doors were guarded.
Moreover, these people were quite young, and they carried a murderous spirit. One of them seemed to have an injury on his shoulder, and another had half of his right leg missing.
They should all be veterans who have retired from the battlefield.
Tang Shiyue met each other one by one, said hello, but didn't say much and continued to practice martial arts with Qi Xiaolang.
After practicing for an hour, I went home to take a shower and cook, and then went to a small wine shop to make jelly in the afternoon.
Making jelly is very simple. After two days of continuous teaching, everyone knew how to make it. In the evening, many people tried making it and they all succeeded.
Then on the third day, some people excused themselves from coming because they were busy at home.
Moreover, some of the people who didn't come here made jelly and hurriedly picked it up to sell in the town.
These people are also shrewd. After all, there are so many people in a village, and they have all learned that selling one day early is worth one day's money, and those who go first will definitely have an advantage over those who go later.
Nowadays, a pound of broken rice costs seven cents, and a pound of good rice usually costs ten cents. One pound of rice can make four to five plates, and the cost of one plate plus seasonings is less than five cents, whether it is sold by the whole pot or individually.
Selling is a good business that makes a lot of money.
Even more people didn't come on the fourth day, and Mrs. Li didn't come either.
Without so many people, Tang Shiyue could tell at a glance that Tang Shiyue was not interested.
She has never been a generous person. On the contrary, she has a bad temper, which is actually quite extreme.
He's the kind of person who will pamper you and play with you if he likes you. If he doesn't like you, stay the fuck away from me...
So her reaction to these people's blatant calculations was...smiling, as if nothing had happened.
By the fifth day, half of the people had stopped coming.
But the remaining people were quite calm, and they all came on the sixth day.
Then that afternoon, Tang Shiyue taught these people how to make mung bean jelly, which is mung bean jelly noodles with mugwort seeds.
So on the second day, everyone was immediately free, and everyone came to cheer. However, except for the twenty or so people yesterday, everyone else was turned away because "there were not enough people."
After two days of making mung bean jelly, everyone knew how to make it and their clothes were ready. Tang Shiyue announced the end of the training and gave each of these people a ceramic basin as a gift.
She specially ordered this from someone. A large pot is just enough to fill a basin. The interior is extremely smooth and regular, square and square. There are also three characters "Jubao Village" embedded inside, and each one costs more than 200 yuan.
But it's not about money.
But the porcelain kiln was the best in the world. When he took this job, Tang Shiyue had already told him that he was not allowed to bake the same ones for others, so even the molds at that time were destroyed on the spot.
This also leads to... what other people make suddenly seems less authentic.
Even if we find another brick kiln to make similar square basins, the characters will not be exactly the same.
Obviously they are all the same jelly, but they still have to bear the responsibility of being fake... If they have words, you can sell them in whole pieces, but if you don't, you can probably only make hard money one by one.
After the clan leader found out about this, he really hated the fact that iron cannot become steel. He kept saying: "Short-sighted! They are all short-sighted!"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this move was really powerful, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Yue'er, this girl has clear grudges, she is capable, and she has means. In the future... don't offend anyone if she offends her!" (To be continued)