"Yes."

He Jinhuai said at this time, "The doctor just now is the best in the town, and the diagnosis is expensive. ”

"It's no wonder."

"What He Bawang said is that the doctor heard that his medical skills are very clever."

He Jinhuai heard Meng call him He Bawang again, and his intuition was that this would not work, she was Xiao Yue's grandmother in this life, how could she be called like that?

Then he said, "You better tell me to be cautious." ”

Meng Shi looked at He Jinhuai as if he was talking and playing, and said, "It's okay." ”

Xiao Qingyue glanced at He Jinhuai secretly at this time, and said in her heart that this person is really upright, but what he likes is the original owner.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qingyue was a little ashamed, what people liked was the original owner, and they also wanted to be good to the original owner, but everything was taken up by her, an outsider, hey!

"What do you see me doing?"

Her every move He Jinhuai saw in her eyes, she looked at herself, and He Jinhuai would not fail to find it.

"Nothing."

"Oh."

Xiao Qingyue turned her head and continued to look around.

Although everyone's life is not good this year, there are still many rich landlords who have not been affected, and they have a thick foundation.

Even the poor also think of a way to buy some food, so this street is quite lively, but it is really as Meng Shi said, a little chaotic, along the way, she has seen a few thieves eyebrows.

Xiao Qingyue saw someone holding a roll of red paper in their hands.

Then he asked He Jinhuai, "Do you know where to buy the red paper in their hands?" ”

"Moxuan Zhai sells it, do you want to buy it?"

"Yes."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Shi said, "What are you buying that for?" We don't write pairs, but last year's one can still be used. ”

Pairs, some people call the door right, some people call the Spring Festival couplets.

When I bought red paper during the Chinese New Year, most of them went back to ask someone to write Spring Festival couplets.

People here usually take it to ask Xiucai to write, and in the past, the Xiao family invited Lu Yao to write it.

However, Meng is a thrifty person, and he can use the Spring Festival couplets written twice every time, and when he sticks it in the first year, the paste is very small, and after a few days of the New Year, he will take it down and put it away carefully, and then use it again in the next year, so that he can save money on a piece of meat.

Yes, asking Xiucai to write Spring Festival couplets is to mention meat, otherwise you don't respect readers, even if Lu Yao used to be her fiancé.

In this regard, Xiao Qingyue scoffed.

"Milk, we don't post it, but you can write it out and sell it."

Before coming to town, Xiao Qingyue thought about what she knew and could do.

What she is best at is not security work, nor cooking, but making incense, which is not incense, but food.

In her previous life, before she entered the He family, she was the heir of the Xiao family of Jiangcheng Huaixiang, Jiangcheng Huaixiang, a drop of incense and a bowl of vegetables, you can float for ten miles, but the Xiao family has a thin connection, she was less than eight years old, and her family died.

Later, he was taken back to the He family by the old man He, and before leaving, she took away all the treasured ancient books of the Xiao family, and she had been studying Huaixiang for the years she was a bodyguard, and it was not an insult to the lintel of the Xiao family for many years.

But now that the drought in Jiangbei has just passed, there is a shortage of various crops, and it is difficult to make incense.

At the moment, if you want to make money quickly, you can try selling Spring Festival couplets, after all, the production is simple.

You must know that not all people have a way to find Xiucai to write Spring Festival couplets, and bookstores are self-righteous and disdain to sell these.

So some people want to post it, but they don't have to.

If she sells, she should be fine.

"Sell?" Meng smiled and asked, "Who will write it?" ”

"I write!"