A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

"Why not? The style is so nice, Mom. Can I make one for you and Dad?"

Thinking about myself and my husband wearing these underwear, the picture is so beautiful that I dare not imagine it.

"My girl, your pants are not the same length, and your two legs are sewn together."

“I’m redoing it.”

Lin Xiaomi was confident. She felt that her craftsmanship was excellent! The next one would definitely be better.

Wang didn't dare to discourage her daughter's enthusiasm, so she could only nod. She didn't understand, after all, where did her daughter's confidence come from?

This time, she made the clothes herself. After she ruined two sets of fine cotton cloth, Wang stopped her. No matter how rich you are, you can't waste things like this.

"Tomorrow mother will buy some coarse cloth, and you can cut it."

I decided to buy more tomorrow, the cheapest. Before my daughter finishes learning, she can just use coarse cloth.

Lin Xiaomi pouted. Her mother was looking down on her again. Recently, she followed her mother in sewing and often saw her sighing and shaking her head. If she looked down on her so much, then don't force her to do it.

"Boss, what should we do? I think Xiaomi's needlework is terrible."

"It's only been a few days, there are still two years left, don't worry, it's still a long way to go!" His daughter is so smart, how could she be stumped by two trouser legs?

"What if two years is not enough?"

"Daya and Sanya are not part of the dowry, right? Let them do it secretly on weekdays, no one will know."

Wang slapped Lin Dashan and said, "You only know how to come up with bad ideas. If someone finds out, how will Xiaomi survive in the Marquis' Mansion?"

"It's not that serious." Lin Dashan didn't take it seriously. It's just a piece of clothing. Who can't wear it? His daughter is doing something important, why would she make clothes?

Wang turned over a new leaf and didn't want to care about her unreliable man. Xiaomi's affairs still had to be taken care of by her.

"Master, how are they learning?"

In your spare time when doing needlework, take care of your future employees.

"They are all very hardworking. Four of them are very talented and can understand things very quickly. They have very flexible brains. The others are slower."

"Obstacles, no need to worry. For those with better talents, please assign them more tasks and make them more difficult."

"Okay, Miss."

The women learned better. They were used to doing housework. As long as the proportions of the dim sum were right, the taste would be pretty much the same. Dozens of people got the hang of it quickly.

Lin Xiaomi tasted a few snacks they made and nodded with satisfaction.

She planned to choose a good day to open a snack shop. She would use her own people as the shopkeeper and waiter. It was too early for her people to get started.

Life was busy and fulfilling. After the dim sum shop opened, she did not promote it in a big way. She just offered a 50% discount for two days during the opening and inspected the shop herself for two days. However, the county town was so small that the news spread very quickly.

On the opening day, wives of officials from all over the county came to congratulate and show their support. Including Mrs. Han, she brought her daughter to try to get close to Lin Xiaomi. She had no choice, as her husband had not been to her yard for a long time, and her daughter's marriage was arranged, and it was also to a wealthy family in Pingyang City similar to his family. Seeing that it would be impossible to surpass Lin Xiaomi in the future, she could only flatter her and earn some favor.

Mrs. Han smiled on her face, but she hated it in her heart. Her daughter cried for a long time because of the arranged marriage. She liked the prince, so how could she be interested in the son of a merchant family? The county magistrate's son had already married, so they didn't have much choice.

She was reluctant to marry and move to another place.

The pastry shop was doing very well, with ladies and young ladies sending their servants to buy pastries every day. Xiaomi would launch a new product every two weeks. Her shop was small and exquisite, and the pastries were sweet but not greasy.

At first, I did have the intention of pleasing Lin Xiaomi. But after eating it, it was really delicious! Even the always picky Han family mother and daughter had to admit that the Lin family's pastries were indeed better than the pastries in the city, and even better than what they had in the capital city!

Madam Han sighed. Sure enough, there was a reason why the Marquis's Mansion took a fancy to Lin Xiaomi. She said that this skill of making dim sum could win the favor of Madam Hou.

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"Brother, brother, something happened!"

Lin Dahai ran to the village in a panic. When he saw Lin Dashan, he felt like he had found his backbone and held on to him tightly.

"What's the matter?" Why is the third brother so unstable? What's the point of making so much noise?

"Old Four, Old Four was beaten and is almost dead!"

What the hell?

Lin Dashan hurriedly put down what he was holding, followed Lin Dahai and ran towards the door, shouting as he ran: "Hurry up, prepare the car!"

In the carriage, he asked, "Where are the people? What happened?"

"I don't know about the clinic in the city. I'll come to you once you've taken him there."

Lin Dashan:......

When someone told him the letter, he almost fainted when he saw it. The fourth brother was covered in blood. There was so much blood, more than what Li Cuihua had lost that year, and it was even more frightening. He felt his legs go weak and couldn't support himself.

"Why did you get beaten? Do your parents know?"

"Yang went home to inform them. I don't know what happened to the fourth brother. I was scared, so I came directly to you."

Lin Dashan:......

Isn't he afraid?