Moreover, although money is not as easy to make here as in modern times, the process of accumulating wealth bit by bit is real and interesting.
"You really don't give me a chance." Feng Han sighed helplessly.
He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and placed it on the table in front of her: "Then you can always accept this, right?"
"What is it?"
Su Qiao picked up the cloth bag, opened it, and found an exquisite wooden hairpin inside. It looked quite old and did not seem to be newly made.
Feng Han was afraid that she would refuse again, so he said first: "It's a return gift for making clothes."
"It's made of sandalwood, and not as conspicuous as a gold or jade hairpin."
He wanted to give her gold and jade hairpins, but he knew she would never accept them.
I had to settle for the next best thing and chose a wooden one.
Now that things have come to this, it would be bad for Su Qiao not to accept it: "Okay, I'll take it."
Outside the car window, Yuan Wu, who was riding on a horse and paying attention to his surroundings, paused, pretended to glance inside the car unintentionally, and then turned his eyes away.
The owner has carried this wooden hairpin with her for many years and only takes it out to look at it during the Moon Festival or the Lantern Festival.
Although the master had never mentioned it, he guessed that this wooden hairpin must have been left by the master's mother.
Now it’s given to...
It seems that the master is really pleased with her.
Inside the car, Feng Han turned around and took out a cloth bag from the secret cabinet and handed it over.
"These are the shoes I asked the palace maid to make. They are made of the most common fabric. Take them back and see if they fit your feet."
The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched.
Why did she feel like this guy was helping her
Is she a refugee
Su Qiao opened the package and took a look.
Two pairs of shoes, one black and the other apricot. There were no embroidered patterns and they were both very plain. The fabric looked ordinary, but you could feel the difference when you touched it.
It's not ordinary fabric at all, okay
Good fabric is just made into the most ordinary shoes.
“I can actually buy these myself.”
Su Qiao really wanted to say that she really didn't need any help.
She thought of many ways to make money, and it was only a matter of time before she became rich.
"You often run in the mountains, and the soles of ordinary shoes are too thin, which can easily hurt your feet and wear out the shoes. It won't hurt to have two more pairs."
Okay.
If someone insists on giving it to you, and goes through so much trouble to do so, there's no reason for you to not accept it.
Su Qiao stuffed the wooden hairpin into the embroidered bag at her waist, tied up the package and put it aside.
I glanced out the window and estimated that it was only two or three miles to Liushu Village.
"That's enough, go back and do your own thing!"
It is daytime now, and if we get too close to Liushu Village, we will easily be seen by the villagers working outside.
"good."
Feng Han knew her concerns and did not force her to stop the carriage.
Su Qiao didn't even need a stool. He jumped off the carriage directly, took the backpack from Yuan Wu, threw the package in it, then took the wicker basket from Yuan Liu, waved to the man on the carriage, and walked quickly towards Liushu Village under the bright midday sun.
Feng Han stood beside the carriage with his hands behind his back, looking at the figure in front of him that was getting farther and farther away, a little dazed.
I never looked back once.
What a cruel woman...
"Do you think she would be willing to go back with me?"
The situation in the capital was becoming increasingly serious, and he couldn't stay in Guyin Town forever.
At most, he would have to go back once the contents from under the mine were dug out.
At that time, we are so far apart, I am afraid...
Xiao Guizi was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to comfort her softly: "Master, you are so kind to her, Miss Su will definitely be willing to go back with you."