After being replaced, she changed from a miserable daughter-in-law to a lucky wife

Xia Wanniang picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea: "Master Qi, are you talking about drawing the blueprint?"

Master Qi: “That’s right.”

Xia Wanniang put down her teacup and said, "My husband has been away on a long trip recently. I can only give you an answer after he comes back."

Master Qi nodded: "In that case, let's wait until Master Xiao San comes back."

Xia Wanniang placed the twenty sets of clothes she brought with her on the table and said, "I borrowed two hundred taels of silver before, and I don't know how much I have paid back in the past two months."

Although Madam Qi regretted that she would not be able to have ready-made clothes in the future, she heard from the master's tone that there should be other ways: "I have already paid back one hundred taels."

Xia Wanniang pushed ten of the clothes in front of them and said, "These ten sets of clothes will be used as my repayment for the remaining one hundred taels. I will sell the last ten sets to you at ten taels of silver each. Is that okay?"

Madam Qi looked at her husband and said, "Master, what do you think?"

Master Qi: "Okay, I'll ask the clerk to get the money for Madam. Do you want silver bills or small change?"

Xia Wanniang: "Change, I just want to buy some things for the New Year."

Mr. Qi didn't waste any words and asked someone to bring a hundred taels of silver and the IOU he had written.

Xia Wanniang took the loan note and took a look at it, confirming that it was the one she had signed at the beginning. She smiled and put it into her sleeve, actually throwing it into the space: "The payment and goods are settled, I will take my leave now."

Master Qi: "I have known you for such a long time, but I have never treated you to a meal. How about I treat Madam Xiao and her family to a simple meal today?"

This time, Xia Wanniang did not refuse directly, but looked at Aunt Xiao.

Aunt Xiao smiled and said, "In that case, let Master Qi pay for it."

Master Qi laughed: "Sister-in-law, you are too polite."

After agreeing on a place to eat, the group left to buy what they needed.

Xiao Zimu held Xia Wanniang's hand and said, "Mom, where are we going now?"

Aunt Xiao: "Let's take a look first. Window paper is usually made of husk paper and rattan paper. It would be best if it has been soaked in tung oil, so that it can be waterproof."

Xia Wanniang took the two youngest children, and Aunt Xiao took Xiao Zimu, and the five of them began to stroll in the market. If there were windmills that the children liked for sale, she would buy three.

Xiao Zimu frowned and looked at the windmill in his hand with disgust: "Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

Xia Wanniang looked him up and down and said, "You haven't grown a beard yet."

Xiao Zimu's expression froze, and he turned to look at Aunt Xiao: "Grandma, look at her."

Aunt Xiao smiled from ear to ear: "If you don't like it, you can give it to Da Gou and the others when you go back."

Xiao Zimu twisted his head and said, "I don't want to give it to them."

Xia Wanniang looked at his shy appearance and had no idea who this child looked like.

When Xiao Zilin saw a calligraphy and painting stall, he could hardly move his feet as he looked at the calligraphy and paintings hanging there.

Xia Wanniang looked down at him: "Like?"

Xiao Zilin pursed his lips and finally shook his head: "I don't like it." After saying that, he wanted to pull her away.

Xia Wanniang looked at the well-mannered old gentleman sitting behind the calligraphy and painting stall and asked: "Sir, how do you sell the calligraphy and paintings here?"

The old man looked up at the people standing in front of the stall and didn't think there was anything wrong: "I wonder which calligraphy or painting this customer likes."

Xia Wanniang looked down at Xiao Zilin: "Zilin likes to take one."

Xiao Zilin's face wrinkled into a bun, and he pulled her and whispered, "Mom, it's too expensive."

The old man seemed to have heard it. He glanced at Xiao Zilin, raised his hand and touched his beard, with a smile on his lips.

Seeing that he didn't choose, Xia Wanniang said, "If you don't choose, I can make the decision myself."

When Xiao Zilin saw that she was determined to buy it, he frowned, and finally raised his hand and pointed at a landscape painting hanging on the shelf: "Mom, that one."

The old man looked at the portrait he was pointing at, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. This landscape painting was the one he was most satisfied with, and it was also the best work of his youth.

He turned around and looked carefully at the child who was only a little over three years old. Was this a coincidence or did the child have a keen eye?

Xia Wanniang asked for him, "Why did you choose that one?"