Xiaohong was shy and silent.
She succeeded in arousing Xiao Cui's gossip, "What did the master say you look like?"
"He said, I look like...a third-tier star."
star? What is a star?
Xiaohong shook his head, I don’t know either. I asked the master, and he said that celebrities are very beautiful, which makes many people chase the beautiful women they like.
So why is it called third line?
He said... there are many levels of stars, from top to bottom there are first-tier, second-tier, third-tier... all the way to the eighteenth-tier. A-list celebrities are equivalent to queens and princesses and can be worshiped by many people.
A second-tier star is equivalent to a daughter of a wealthy family. Of course, this does not include all rich ladies. They must not only be beautiful and beautiful, but also must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
As for third-tier stars, of course they must be beautiful first, and they must also know how to play music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but the requirements are not as high as those of second-tier stars.
"Then what do you know? Apart from a loud voice."
Xiaocui was afraid that her sister would drift away, so she hit her mercilessly. Xiaohong was unmoved and said: "So. The master said that I look like a third-tier star, not that I am a third-tier star."
Xiao Cui stroked her forehead.
How could the master feed poisonous chicken soup to his sister? Looking at my sister's poisoned appearance, it's really worrying.
"sister……"
"Don't worry, I know my identity. If you were not my biological sister, would I tell you? I'm just chatting as sisters, I won't take it seriously."
Xiaocui breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s good to be self-aware.
But as soon as her heart fell, Xiaohong exposed another bigger thing to her, "On the night of Wanmin Kiln Chicken, I washed the master's feet."
"The master said he would help me get rid of my slave status. I didn't agree. I said there are so many people in the world who are slaves. Can you change it?"
Xiao Cui glanced at her sister.
She felt sorry for her sister and felt that what she said made sense. Although the old man is a good man, he is just a county magistrate and cannot change the fate of all slaves.
Xiaohong suddenly laughed, Xiaocui, do you guess what the master said next?
What did he say?
He said that if he became emperor, the first thing he would do would be to liberate all slaves. I said, if you become the emperor, I will be your imperial concubine and wash your feet every day.
Xiaocui wanted to stuff Xiaohong's mouth with pig manure again.
You dare to say such rebellious things, are you planning to rebel?
Xiao Hong put her finger up to her mouth: "Shh, Xiao Cui, only God knows what you know, I know what I know, and I know this. Don't spread it out, otherwise everyone will die."
Xiao Cui threw away the pig manure she had just picked up and said angrily: "You also know that people will die, right?"
"Hehe, you think I'm so stupid? Master said, I'm not stupid at all, I just missed the opportunity of education."
Xiaohong looked a little arrogant.
Xiaocui saw this and began to feel worried again. The master is a good master who is rare in a century. He has an easy-going personality and is very charming.
My elder sister is in her prime, simple and kind-hearted. She used to follow her parents to farm for the Zhu Dachang family and had no social experience.
Such girls are most likely to lose themselves.
You see, she has only been serving the master for a few days, and she never leaves him.
"Sister, we are poor. Poor people have their duty to be poor, do you understand?" Xiao Cui warned tactfully.
Xiaohong stood up and patted the dust on her clothes.
"You damn girl, you actually taught your sister a lesson. Okay, I'm leaving."
Xiao Hong left, and Xiao Cui stared at her back blankly.
My sister is really beautiful, even the coarse clothes cannot hide her natural beauty. She was a little worried, but she didn't dare to say anything. She could only pray silently that what she was worried about would never happen.
Kong Fang clasped his hands behind his back, like a feudal prince inspecting his territory.
Projects in the People's Square and various streets were in full swing. Everywhere he went, the workers there gave him warm greetings.
Those foremen and leaders were like dogs, holding engineering drawings in their hands and diligently asking adults to guide their work. Kong Fang refused to accept anyone who came. He would stand in front of the drawings and give pointers from time to time, with the intention of pointing out the country and scolding Fang for following it.
The foremen and leaders listened attentively, kept in mind the adults' teachings, and pledged with heartfelt assurances that they must implement the adults' guidance to the end.
Kong Fang was very satisfied. He left a few messages and thanked everyone for their hard work before moving on to the next stop.
Bodyguard Ximen Feixue was always on guard, but when he saw his expression was serious and his eyes were shining.
Not to mention passers-by who come within three feet of Kong, he never relaxes his vigilance against even the ants crawling on the ground and will never let them get within half a foot of his boss.
Anyone who comes up will be trampled to death without mercy.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Kong Fang was quite dissatisfied with his nervousness. I just came out to inspect the work. Do I need to make everyone stand up? Your behavior has seriously affected my pretense, do you understand?
Ximen Feixue was serious.
"Master, please trust my expertise. Our job is to predict and prevent any events that may hinder your safety in a timely manner."
"Of course, the purpose is to protect your personal safety."
"nonsense!"
Kong Fang walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Ximen Feixue was hurt and pursed her lips: "Boss, please respect my profession."
…
Kong Fang randomly walked into a cloth shop.
Ximen Feixue looked up and saw a sign hanging on the top of the door: Linglong Cloth Shop.
The name is nice and the scale is not small. There are all kinds of fabrics in the store, ranging from silk and satin to cotton, gauze and linen. They are placed in an orderly manner for guests with various needs to choose from.
Regardless of the quality of the cloth you choose, there is always a waiter waiting for you. Customers can inquire about the price and the material and origin of various fabrics.
Every waiter can answer customers' questions professionally.
Kong Fang smelled the smell of the supermarket in his previous life.
Although it is very light and specious, it is already valuable in the Daxing Dynasty. He also discovered that there was another room in the cloth shop where several sewing girls were sewing clothes.
On the wall next to the door, there are several pieces of ready-made clothes hanging, including robes, short skirts, and skirts...
He thought that this cloth shop also ran a tailor shop.
"grown ups……"
While he was watching with great interest, Du Xinwu hurriedly came down from upstairs. When he saw that the person entering the store was indeed Kong Fang, he was so happy that he almost lost his crutch.
"Mr. Du?"
Kong Fang was a little surprised. Why is this old coffin ladle here? What are they selling upstairs? Could it be that he sells shrouds?
"My lord, when you come to the shop, I am a little disappointed. Please forgive me. Please forgive me." Du Xinwu's face was filled with spring breeze and his steps were brisk.
Oh, it turns out that this cloth village is Mr. Du’s property?
Disrespect, disrespect!
Kong Fang was even more surprised. I randomly picked a store to visit, and I actually picked the store owned by the richest man in Qinghe.
"Sir, Linglong Cloth Shop is the largest cloth shop in Qinghe, and it is also famous in the entire Baoding Prefecture."
"It is the property owned by the richest man Du."
Ximen Feixue was a bit arrogant, as if it was a great honor to know that Linglong Clothing Village belonged to her.
