Although this slap on the head was not very powerful, Jiang Qianyao still pretended to be in pain and rubbed his head vigorously.
"You have something to say, why do you hit me on the head? Don't you know if you hit people too much, they will become stupid?"
Seeing this, Qin Yun chuckled, but quickly stopped.
But Jiang Qianyao still caught a glimpse of this scene with sharp eyes.
Then he said in a coaxing tone: "Hey? Little sister, how can you laugh at your brother? This is wrong. If you call me 'brother', I will forgive you."
Qin Yun clasped his hands, raised his chin confidently and said, "I'm definitely older than you, how about you? Call me 'sister' to hear it?"
"Haha? Older than me? Brother, I am eighteen this year. How can you be older than me?"
With that said, Jiang Qianyao looked Qin Yun up and down again.
His eyes were clear and without any impurities, just like the young man in the painting.
"Bang!"
Grandma Meng hit her head again.
Although the beating didn't hurt, Jiang Qianyao felt extremely aggrieved.
The main reason was that I was very embarrassed. My mother-in-law slapped me twice in front of girls.
"Don't talk nonsense. You are not a hooligan, and you are not allowed to bully a little girl. Although he is two years younger than you, why is there any obligation to call you brother?"
"Grandma Meng, thank you, but this matter is not that serious. I think Jiang Qianyao was just joking."
Qin Yun took the initiative to speak, resolving the boy's embarrassment.
"Well, I agree with your judgment, but I have to think about his mother. Children always need more care from adults."
Qin Yun smiled and nodded without saying anything more.
Jiang Qianyao rolled his eyes when he heard this. Why did these two people talk about him with the tone and attitude of an old man, as if he was so heinous...
"Aren't you only sixteen years old? You're two years younger than me!"
After saying that, Jiang Qianyao glanced at Qin Yun with a proud face.
After hearing this, Qin Yun smiled proudly.
"But my mental age is older than yours!"
She was sixteen years old when she died in her previous life, and with the six years she spent in Chunhua County, she had a soul of twenty-two years old.
But he couldn't directly say that his soul age was older than Jiang Qianyao's, so he had to refer to him as "mental age".
Qin Yun's change of concept made Jiang Qianyao speechless in surprise - frankly speaking, he had never seen such a shameless little woman.
If we were to talk about mental age alone, he believed that he would only be stronger than Qin Yun.
After all, I still have the experience of being a hostage in the Wei State over the past few years.
Could the experience of shopkeeper Qin in front of me be any worse than mine?
But in the blink of an eye, Jiang Qianyao caught a glimpse of Granny Meng's lips pursed slightly, with a strange expression that seemed to have seen through something but did not reveal it, half-smiling but not smiling.
Seeing that her mother-in-law was making fun of her again, Jiang Qianyao quickly regained his serious expression.
Then, he took out the only thing his mother Jiang Yun left for him when she was alive.
It was a pink silk handkerchief with the word "Yun" embroidered on one corner.
Grandma Meng glanced at the words on the silk handkerchief, her eyes darkened slightly.
After taking the handkerchief, Qin Yun looked at it carefully.
Although this square veil was well-kept, she was able to identify that it must be ten years or older.
Looking at the embroidery method and stitching details of the silk handkerchief, it is not the traditional embroidery technique of Wei State.
Therefore, Mrs. Jiang Yun—either she was rich or noble and had channels to learn embroidery techniques from other countries, or she was not from Wei.
Of course, the other possibilities are not ruled out, but the first two are more likely.
She no longer speculated on Jiang Yun's identity, but carefully observed the details of Si Pa and remembered them one by one.
Seeing that she was looking at her seriously, Jiang Qianyao asked eagerly and expectantly: "How about it? Can you really embroider a portrait of my mother based on this handkerchief?"
As soon as he finished asking, the water curtain barrier suddenly shook.
It turned out that it was Jiang Qianyao who was pushed out again by Granny Meng.
Under the influence of the restriction outside the barrier, he froze in place again.
The whole process takes only a moment.
When Qin Yun reacted, Meng Jiu's voice came to his ears again.
"Don't get me wrong. This kid was trapped in Luo'an City for many years. Now that he is free, he is inevitably a little unsteady."
Hearing this, Qin Yun felt that he seemed to know something strange.
She quickly waved her hand, smiled generously, and said: "I understand what you mean, and I have accepted this task. As for other things, I don't need to know, right?"
"Well, there's really no need to know."
Not long after that, Grandma Meng left with Jiang Qianyao, leaving behind the 10,000 cubic space jade ring.
But what surprised Qin Yun was that Wu Tielan didn't remember anyone coming just now.
And when she wanted to mention the names of Granny Meng and Jiang Qianyao, she couldn't make a sound.
Qin Yun felt very depressed and helpless about this.
Looking at the space jade ring placed in the grid on the counter, she was very sure that what just happened was definitely not her imagination.
Seeing that she was absent-minded, Wu Tielan thought she had lost her quilt magic weapon and was in a bad mood, right?
Therefore, she comforted Qin Yun with a few words.
Unexpectedly, Qin Yun waved his hand and explained: "Sister Tielan, it's okay, I originally planned to give that quilt to the county government. Now, Pei Luo just accepted it and wanted to come to Zhao County Magistrate Qian County Cheng and the others can also breathe a sigh of relief."
Wu Tielan spread his hands helplessly.
"Yes, I just don't know if that man will take up his post in the Yamen?"
"It all depends on the person's mood, right?" Qin Yun said with a smile.
Wu Tielan sighed and shook his head, "Hey, I'm so envious..."
As she said that, she suddenly stared at Qin Yun and said: "Xiaoyun, you can still refine that kind of magic weapon, right?"
"What, it's Sister Tielan, do you need anything?"
Wu Tielan waved his hand, "No, no, I'm not even a junior martial artist. Why do I need that thing? It can't be used. I'm just curious."
Qin Yun smiled and said: "If anyone in the Wu family needs robes, they can come to me to sew them.
“In terms of price, it’s not too expensive, but it’s not too cheap either.
"After all, the modification fee for the quilt that Pei Luo accepted was upgraded from a first-grade low-grade to a first-grade mid-grade. I charged five hundred taels of gold tickets for the modification fee. If it was too cheap, wouldn't it mean that he was taken advantage of? ?This is definitely inappropriate."
Wu Tielan asked with some anxiety: "Then...how many taels of gold do you need to sew a first-level low-grade robe?"
The gold ticket is equivalent to the same amount of gold. If necessary, you can also go to the bank to exchange it for gold.
But compared to gold, golden tickets obviously have the advantage of being portable.
Qin Yun had already planned this in his heart.
At this moment Wu Tielan asked, she thought about it and said: "To refine a first-level low-grade robe, five hundred taels of gold are needed.
“It takes one thousand taels to refine the first-order mid-grade.
"If you upgrade from a first-level low-grade product to a first-level medium-grade product, the price will be five hundred taels of gold.
"Currently we can only refine these two types, so this is the approximate pricing."
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