After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Qingtong didn't understand: With the conditions of the young master and the strength of the Gu family, do you need to look at the timing to like a girl? Waiting any longer, Miss Xia was coaxed away by Liu Xing!

"Master, Liu Xing seems to like Miss Xia a lot." Qingtong blinked and hinted.

Gu Yanjing's eyes changed slightly, and she stared at the young boy coolly: "Who is more seductive than Liu Xing than me?"

"Of course it's you, Master. Master, you were born into a Yushu near the wind, and the wind flows suave..." Qingtong offered a wave of rainbow farts, boasting that there was nothing in the sky and nothing on the ground.

"So Qianqian wouldn't like Liu Xing." Gu Yanjing gave a proud eyebrow. She is such a man with tall eyes, with his jade in front, Liu Xing is a fish eye!

"Master, you are really...confident. But sometimes, not everything can be done according to your own ideas, and others have ideas."

"Okay." Gu Yanjing waved his hand impatiently.

"Master, what I said is from the bottom of my heart!" Qingtong smiled.

Gu Yanjing continued to hold the telescope and watch Xia Qianqian work.

The guy who was favored by him really deserved her brute force and worked very hard. But is she going to work hard like this?

"Ms. Xia's tiles are burnt, it depends on whether she can sell them." Qingtong pointed out. At the end of the year, Gu's house needs a batch of new tiles to renovate the house. Young master should take care of Miss Xia's business, right?

Gu Yanjing raised an eyebrow lightly, but did not answer.

Xia Qianqian has a bad temper, which is not cherished by anyone who delivers it to the door, such as him. So this time, he must learn to be passive and wait for Xia Qianqian to come to him on the initiative.

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Ten days later, Xia Qianqian hoarded a batch of tiles. In order to prevent someone from breaking into tiles, Liu Bing took the initiative to take the responsibility of watching the kiln, and also brought the big yellow dog in his house. The dog barked at night.

Even more deeply, Xia Qianqian was overwhelmed, and spent some money to repair a small hut to let Liu Bing sleep at night. There is no recurring incident, so it's time to consider selling tiles.

"Qianqian, I have to sell tiles, there are a lot of piles on the ground." The Qin clan worried.

Country folks do business by smelling it. These days, news of a young girl in Yangliu Village who can burn tiles has spread, but no one has come to buy tiles.

The old customers of Lao Xia’s family could not move, and the villagers in Yangliu Village did not dare to buy. How to do this business?

Xia Qianqian knew in her heart that everyone still didn't trust her craftsmanship and needed to take the initiative to explore the market at this time.

"Uncle Liu, light up a hundred watts. Tomorrow you and Liu Bing will go to a nearby village and give them free of charge to people in need. Each household will give two tablets for them to use." Xia Qianqian said.

"For nothing?" Uncle Liu was stunned.

"Yes, for free. The aroma of wine is not afraid of the deep alley, but the premise is that the aroma of wine can drift out of the alley." Xia Qianqian said confidently, "Listen to me, and send the tiles tomorrow."

Uncle Liu thinks Xia Qianqian is crazy, how can anyone do business at a loss like this?

Qin suddenly interjected: "It's better to go to the town to send it."

"Yes, the people in the town have money and use more tiles." Liu Bing said.

Uncle Liu kicked him: "What nonsense? This is tile, not mud in the ground."

Xia Qianqian looked at Qin in surprise: "My mother is not bad, she is a bit smart."

Qin blushed shyly.

"That's it, I will close the kiln tomorrow, and I will send tiles to town." Xia Qianqian waved his small hand, energetic. The quality of her tiles is so good, it will definitely open the market.