A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

   Except for the three-point sweetness, Jiang Tanyue is telling the truth. The embroidery thread in the grocery store doesn\'t feel as good as it does here. She doesn\'t know how to embroider, but the eyeballs are not for decoration.

   After paying the money, the proprietress called the two of them to stop, and pinned a small flower on each of their heads.

   "Sent off to you, welcome to come again next time."

  The two left, Lu Jingzhi touched the delicate yellow flower made of cloth on his head, "That doesn\'t look like a welcoming expression."

   But they must still come.

  I didn’t buy bed sheets, quilts, cotton, etc. today because there was no place to put them.

  Lu Jingzhi muttered: "When you meet a big customer, you will always deliver the goods to your door. Buy more next time, so you don\'t have to carry them."

   "We\'ll talk about when the door-to-door delivery won\'t make Lao Jiang\'s family jealous and rush to grab things." As soon as Jiang Tanyue finished speaking, she saw her younger sister\'s eyes narrowed contemptuously again, obsidian-like pupils with a faint killing intent.

  She paused, raised her hand and rubbed her sister\'s messy hair.

  The malnourished hair can\'t be combed neatly, and Lu Jingzhi didn\'t pay attention to it. In the morning, he grabbed his hair and tied it with a coarse cloth rope, and the hairstyle was done.

   I don\'t know when my sister washed her hair, it was refreshing and clean, the burnt yellow hair was soft, unexpectedly easy to touch.

  Lu Jingzhi calmed down after being interrupted like this.

  The price of goods has been stored in Jiang Tanyue\'s mind, and the last thing to do is to buy the necessities quickly and accurately, and then go to the agreed place to take a bullock cart back to Huxi Village.

  I buy more types of seasonings, almost buying some from the grocery store, but the quantity of each is not much, so I buy more oil.

  I bought a small pot—the big pot can’t be moved, and I’m not in a hurry to change it. After all, the gapped iron pot at home can still be used. When I have time, I can go to the village blacksmith to make a big pot. It’s still cheap.

   There was already a waiting woman beside the bullock cart. From the moment I saw the figures of the two, I stopped talking and just watched them coming so intently.

  The bullock cart is extremely bumpy and very unfriendly to the buttocks.

  Lu Jingzhi seemed ignorant, leaning against Jiang Tanyue after getting into the car and closing his eyes.

  The back basket had a lid, but Jiang Tanyue didn\'t cover it tightly. On the top were brown rice, mung beans, soybeans, and two bundles of fabric leftovers from the proprietress. The most eye-catching ones were the wound medicine and white gauze.

  Jiang Tanyue greeted everyone and skillfully answered some questions and temptations with nonsense literature.

   And every sentence is mixed with private goods, but it is so natural that no one thinks it is wrong.

   Just like that, she not only dispelled the women\'s jealousy by practicing Tai Chi, but also almost made them cry again for the tragic situation of the two sisters.

  Jiang Tanyue said apologetically, "My sister has a headache and is also hungry...she wants to eat steamed stuffed buns... lean on me and sleep for a while."

  Those who didn’t know thought that the two poor little ones had been hungry all day.

  The sense of picture is coming again.

  My younger sister was drooling at the meat buns, but the money in her pocket was for medicine and she couldn’t afford the buns... She was drooling reluctantly and was dragged away by her sister...

  Jiang Tanyue doesn\'t have a purse.

  She keeps the bank notes close to her body.

  The silver ingot was wrapped and placed in the middle of the back basket, protected by other things, and I would find a way to hide it when I got home.

She pulled out the scraps of silver and a handful of copper plates left over from the shopping and wrapped them in the leftovers of the fabric. At this time, she opened it little by little, carefully counted out the money for the car ride, and returned it to Zhu Xin\'er, expressing her precious thanks .

  (end of this chapter)