Transmigrated into the Pastoral Scenery

I'll tell you when I've earned enough. "

Yuan Qing smiled wryly and said: "So you will tell me in the end." Did the special trip make him depressed?

"Well, back to the topic, how about it? Is there a market?"

"Yes." Yuan Qing said with a straight face: "I have a cousin who specializes in running merchant ships, and he happened to take this waterway, so it would be convenient to bring tea for you."

Song Jingwei said: "With such a way, I will naturally not let him help for nothing, and the amount of remuneration can be negotiated."

Yuan Qing nodded and said: "That's true, because the merchant ship is not mine, I will invite my cousin to come with you when the time comes, and the two of you will make a decision about the specifics."

"At that time, I'd like to ask you to be an intermediary." Song Jingwei said seriously, without Yuan Qing accompanying him, this business might not be easy to do.

"That's natural." Yuan Qingsui agreed with all his mouth, and laughed: "I have worked so hard to help you, do you want to thank me too?"

What's so difficult about this, Song Jingwei bowed to him solemnly and said: "Thank you Qing Sui, Song is very grateful."

"Hahaha!" Looking at a businessman who smelled of copper, Yuan Qingsui was really amused by his behavior as a young scholar, and said, "Jing Wei Jing Wei, from head to toe, is extremely elegant, It's a pity that he is a big layman."

"I'm an ordinary person." Song Jingwei confessed.

Over there, Shen Junxi came from the field and saw his daughter-in-law and friends talking and laughing, looking very unhappy.He lifted up the hem of his clothes in front, stepped up his pace, and rushed towards his wife as fast as he could.

The last thing he wanted was to lose face in front of his wife's friends, but he accidentally fell into the mud.

The conversation between Song Jingwei and Yuan Qingsui stopped abruptly, because the young man fell not far in front of them, they all heard the sound, obviously the fall was not light.

Before Yuan Qingsui was about to leave, Song Jingwei was one step ahead of him.Stepping on the potholes and muddy ground, one foot is deep and the other is shallow.

Shen Junxi didn't even raise his head, not because of the pain from the fall, but because he was afraid of seeing that indifferent gaze.At this time, he was calculating with himself, and he was also calculating with others.He was worried that Song Jingwei would be angry that he would lose face, but he also felt uncomfortable that he had really lost face.