There are all kinds of treasures in this box, gold ingots, pearls, agates, corals, emeralds, and precious stones of various colors.
In short, everything you can think of and can't think of is here.
"How is it? Girl, do you like it?" Qiao Qingxiang looked proud.
"I like it, who wouldn't like this kind of thing?" Ping An walked over, reached out and took out a pure gold and ruby-encrusted bead hairpin, and lightly inserted it into her hair, making the originally plain and dull girl instantly become expensive. full of energy.
She picked out a pearl necklace and put it on her neck, and took out two gemstone rings and put them on her hands.
Although there was no particularly excited expression on her face, her actions made Qiao Qingxiang very happy, and she kept saying yes.
Afterwards, the atmosphere became much more harmonious. After Ping An knew that she had the status of Qiao Zhaizhu's daughter, it was much easier for her to do things.
"Sister likes these, I have a lot of them, and I'll send them all to you." Qiao Mengchen said very generously.
"No matter how much I like it, there are so many things that I can't wear and spend, and it's useless to leave them alone. You can keep them for yourself."
Ping An didn't want to take advantage of Qiao Mengchen, after all, this man treated her very well.
Qiao Qingxiang gave her daughter a place to live in a yard not far from here.
In the afternoon, she asked Ping An about many things. Ping An told the truth without any concealment. She knew in her heart that her concealment would only make Qiao Qingxiang vigilant and suspicious of herself. After all, with his strength, it was easy to know his situation.
He is full of his own eyeliner in Kyoto.
In the evening, Qiao Qingxiang asked someone to set up a good banquet in his yard to welcome her, saying that three days later, the whole village would have banquets to welcome their new lady.
Ping An did not refuse, and let him make the decision.
She probably knows a man like Qiao Qingxiang, you have to follow him to make him happier.
During the dinner, a group of women came, and Ping An looked at these twenty-odd women, and the strong smell of makeup almost made her sneeze.
After Qiao Mengchen explained, she realized that these women were all Qiao Qingxiang's wives...
This is too much.
"Then the father only has you as a son?" Ping An suddenly thought of something, and looked at the man beside him.
"That's right, although my father has many women, but I'm the only son, and the relationship between heirs is very thin." Qiao Mengchen explained in a low voice.
"..."
Ping'an probably knew why Qiao Qingxiang insisted on finding her who was living outside. It was too thin to have only one child in such a big cottage.
However, it is useless to find him back, and he is not his biological child.
But I can't say this for the time being, I have to wait until she finishes what she wants to do.
These women all brought presents, each holding one in their hands, looking at Ping An enthusiastically, as if they were looking at a piece of Tang Monk meat
Ping An was so uncomfortable being smoked by these women, if this continued, he would not be able to eat anymore.
Qiao Qingxiang's face darkened, and the women didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, they put down their gifts and got up to leave.
When I left, I looked at Ping An with anticipation and reluctance.
Feeling puzzled, Ping An looked at Qiao Mengchen.
"They probably want to raise you, but they also think too much. You are father's daughter and their master, and they deserve it too!" Qiao Mengchen glanced at those women contemptuously.