The two of them walked around the courtyard, chatting and laughing, mostly Meng Xia asked Qin Baolin about doing business together. Now the situation of the Meng family, Meng Xia knew in his heart that he couldn't go on like this.

For the Meng family to become strong, it needs to change.

In the past, the Meng family lived a conservative life, especially Meng Yang, who didn't want people to say behind his back that he relied on his daughter-in-law to eat, so Meng Yang refused the opportunity to learn business from Qin Baolin.

She wants to be a businessman, and she wants to make her family stronger, so that she won't let people rub it round and flatten.

Throw it out, for if it is placed here as an obstacle, it cannot be used as firewood.

Don't lose it first, let's find someone to drag it to the yard in front of the firewood house, it's a pity to lose such a big root.

Meng Xia and Qin Baolin stopped, turned their heads to look at Ye Niang and a woman pointing to a big tree root by the lake and discussing. Meng Xia's gaze stopped at the root of the tree and walked over with a look of surprise.

She fell in love with this tree root at a glance.

Tree carving is an art that requires inspiration to be found in natural tree materials. And the root in front of me, the roots and branches are complicated, the thickness of the roots and branches is not high, and the color of the entire root is black, and it is still bright.

Meng Xia walked here a little quickly and chaotically, stretched out his hand to stroke the root branch, folded a small piece of his hand, and sniffed it in front of his nose, with an excited smile on his face.

Master. Because Qin Baolin has not yet started a family, the subordinates call him young master.

Qin Baolin waved his hand, you guys go down first. His gaze stopped on Meng Xia's bright face, Meng Xia, are you useful for this root?

Meng Xia nodded heavily, and said excitedly: Brother Baolin, how can there be such a good thing in your house, this is an ebony root, it is definitely a good thing. Now this branch is not difficult to carve into a plum tree.

In that case, then I will give you this root, and put me here as firewood. After Qin Baolin heard her, he had an idea. I can't imagine that she still has a hobby when she was a child, but I don't know what her level of tree carving is?

The tree roots in front of him were not only ordinary to him, but also very messy.

Perhaps, she is the only one who will be a treasure.

Meng Xia looked at him in surprise and asked, "Brother Baolin, this is an ebony root, do you really want to give it to me?" Does he know the value of ebony? Tree carving works are generally the right one, and the ebony roots in front of you are unlikely to be the same.

Seriously! I think you're treating it as a treasure. Qin Baolin turned his head and instructed Ye Niang on the side, Ye Niang, to let people drag the roots of the tree to the yard where the eldest aunt and grandmother temporarily lived, and if Miss Meng was going back to Qinjia Village, she would arrange for someone to send the roots to Qinjia Village.

Yes, young master. Ye Niang went to find someone to drag it.

Ye Niang hurriedly responded, and before leaving, her eyes fell on Meng Xia with doubts.

The sky is already bright, Meng Xia is concerned about Father Meng and Meng Dong, Brother Baolin, let's go back first. I want to discuss with my eldest brother and sister-in-law to see what to do next?

Qin Baolin nodded.

The two walked back, and after walking for long, they saw Qin Baolin's right-hand man hurrying over.

Master, I inquired. The county magistrate is accompanying the eighth prince, I heard that the eighth prince is here to find a birthday gift for the queen mother, I also heard that the eighth prince is known as the virtuous king, does not care about the affairs of the government, but is very elegant, usually likes to collect some calligraphy and paintings and strange playthings.

After Nanfeng bowed to Qin Baolin, he came to inquire about the news one by one.

Qin Baolin squinted his eyes slightly, digesting the news brought back by the south wind.

Meng Xia stood aside, his eyes rolling, and he suddenly felt that he saw hope.