Chapter 82: Looking for rich people

"It's not cold." Wearing a green cloak, Xia Qianqian stood on the snow like a small emerald tree, not afraid of frost and snow. The white fox fur held her small face and smiled like spring flowers in March.
Qin said: "Naughty! It snows every year, and I have never seen you so excited before. Come back to the house."
"The snow is so beautiful!" Xia Qianqian raised her small face, and a few pieces of flakes of snowflakes fell on her face, cold, and soon melted into water by her body temperature.
Looking around, there is a white snow scene all around, clean and white, like a fairyland.
"What's so beautiful? It's freezing to death." Aunt Liu who passed by with her arms folded, her neck curled, looked at Xia Qianqian with a foolish look.
The poor are afraid of winter, so Xia Qianqian cheers for the snow in Yangliu Village alone.
"Aunt Liu, good morning." Xia Qianqian waved to her happily, slid a small snowball and flew over, hitting Aunt Liu's shoulder, "Hahaha, let's have a snowball fight!"
Aunt Liu's lips twitched: "You can play by yourself, I'm going home to bake sweet potatoes, it's cold to death..."
"Yunyun, come and play with me." Xia Qianqian shouted.
Xia Yunyun shrank her head in Qin's arms and shook her head: "No!"
At this moment, a few snowballs flew into the yard from outside, all hitting Xia Qianqian's body, which hurt.
"Who?" Xia Qianqian turned and asked.
Jiang Ming was standing on the road wearing a patched old padded jacket with two snowballs in his hands. He smiled wryly: "Xia Qianqian, I will play with you in the snow!"
"Fuck, who cares about you!" Xia Qianqian glared at him unhappily, and was ready to go back to the house with no interest in having fun for a moment.
"Xia Qianqian, don't you look at your tiles?" Jiang Ming asked.
Xia Qianqian thought fiercely that there were still hundreds of tiles piled up in her home! The temperature at night is especially low after snowing, so Liu Bing can’t be allowed to watch the night anymore. What about her tiles?
"Xia Qianqian, hire me, and I will help you watch the night." Jiang Ming said.
"The weasel gave the rooster a New Year's greeting, and it was not good." Xia Qianqian sneered.
Jiang Ming said: "If you don't hire someone to guard it, you don't know when the tiles are destroyed."
"Don't worry, I will sell the tile." Xia Qianqian said.
Jiang Ming left in a serene manner.
Xia Qianqian began to think. Jiang Ming's words are reasonable, everyone doesn't like to go out in the cold, including herself. I don’t know when the tiles were destroyed by black hands, so I must sell them quickly.
Ten miles and eight townships are mostly poor, so they can only try their luck in the town to find a rich family. For example, Gu landlord's house.
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Gu's family, Gu Changsheng, dressed in thick fox fur, stood under the corridor and admired the snow scene, with an exquisite enamel hand stove in his hands, graceful and noble.
There is little snow in the south. In the past, Xia Qianqian wanted to go to the north to see the snow, but his company was busy. Every year at the end of the year, there were a lot of things. After two years of marriage, she failed to accompany her to see the snow in the north.
Unexpectedly, today, they enjoyed the snow scene together in another world. At this time, she must be crazy playing in the snow, right? A scene of Xia Qianqian playing in the snow floated in front of Gu Changsheng's eyes, her eyes soft as water.
"Master, Miss Xia is here again." Qingtong ran over and whispered.
Gu Changsheng's eyes changed slightly: "What is she doing in such a cold day?"
"Looking for you." Qingtong said.
There was joy in Gu Changsheng's eyes, and soon calmed down again: "What is she doing with me?"
"Say it's the young master, you owe her favor, and you have to ask for it in person."
"Oh, when did my young master owe her favor?" Gu Chang smiled angrily.
The young boy asked: "Did you see it? Or not?"
"See you!" Gu Changsheng said decisively, "Let her go to Zuixianju and wait!"
"Yes."