She was neither humble nor arrogant as usual, except for some dark colors that could not be seen clearly, without panic, no fear or fear. Huangfu Qiang twitched the corner of her shriveled mouth, and she was very satisfied with the girl's reaction.

Who knew that Xiang Xue's next answer made her furious.

"I think your wish is not practical, mother-in-law."

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The overall architectural style of Beichuan is very different from that of Nanzhao. Living in the warm climate of Jiangnan water town, people prefer to be exquisite and gorgeous, layer by layer, and always like to feel a little alienated. People in the north are just the opposite. The houses are so closely connected, even the courtyards of single-family houses are not far apart, and they seem compact and dense. [

The same is true for the house structure of the Shangjiabao. Only the Juanshu courtyard is different. Its format is more inclined to the style of Nanzhao. It is far away from the main house and other courtyards. The connected paths are planted in seasons, mainly cold-resistant cold embroidery. This house was originally built by Shang Jinhong to please a beautiful woman when he was young. The style and style naturally follow the intention of the owner. It is elegant, exquisite, not rough, and has a bit of unique pride.

Therefore, if a "slight" noise occurs in the courtyard of Juanshu, as long as it is not too "serious", it will not attract others' attention.

A few girls who were waiting for the night squeezed into a ball, trembling with their hands and feet. No one dared to get up and light a candle, and even a few occasional words tried hard to lower their voices.

"Then, what's that sound..."

One person asked.

"No, no, don't know."

The other person replied that there was a distinct tooth sound at the end of the speech, which was clattering.

"It seems that it is the sound of chopping materials. Last time, I went to the woodshed last time and heard the long-time workers chopping materials. That's the sound..."

"Isn't it the place to live in the main room? No..." Swallowed: "Why do I split the materials in the middle of the night..."

Yes. Why do people chop wood in the middle of the night?

Four pairs of eyes widened. The next moment, they were so scared that they were wrapped in a group. They didn't have the courage to study the truth.

To be precise, it is not the sound of chopping the wood, but the sound of wood being cut or hitting the ground by true energy.

If she could foresee such an exciting response effect, would she consider the words and sentences repeatedly, and possibly, in tactful and gentle words?

Xiang Xue sat on the only wooden bench in the house, touching her chin and thinking. She squinted her eyes and looked around. She roughly calculated the losses for the merchant house owner.

The room was covered with scars at a glance.

This yard is the best in the merchant fort, and of course the configuration is not low.

There are six empty high-waist stools made of sour poplar wood, one with a market price of about 150 taels of silver; the market price of a large round table made of red pear in the middle is estimated to be around 1,000 taels; the eight-open square window cabinets made of sour poplar wood on both sides are also not worth 1,000 taels of silver.

Not to mention there are also antique porcelains, small but equally expensive decorative objects, which can be finally collected by 10,000 or 20,000 silver patterns.

For two liang of silver patterns, it is enough for a family of four to eat a very beautiful feudal society in a month, ten thousand liang of silver patterns is really luxurious.

Alas, although she is not a financial fan, she is a little sad. I don’t know if the merchant burger would agree to their payment, so of course it’s not the best. Unfortunately, the burger had frost in his eyes, and he was a difficult person to talk to at first glance. If he had known, he would have transferred everything before his mother-in-law could.
Chapter completed!