After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Gu Changsheng slowly suppressed the pain in his heart, raised his eyes and pretended to be calm and said, "Buy."

"Really?!" Xia Qianqian was full of surprises, blinking her big eyes, wondering if she had auditory hallucinations. After all, the Gu family had already bought hundreds of tiles from the old Xia family.

"Really." Gu Changsheng sighed lightly and glanced at Qingtong.

Qingtong understood and handed over a delicate enamel hand stove.

Gu Changsheng handed the stove to Xia Qianqian: "This is the deposit to buy tiles."

The stove is very warm, which is exactly what Xia Qianqian needs most at this moment. She rubbed the stove and asked in a low voice, "I'll convert it into money when I pay, right?"

"No." Gu Changsheng shook his head.

Xia Qianqian hurriedly returned the stove plug to him: "Well, I still prefer silver..."

"If you don't need a stove, this business will not be done."

"!!!"

Xia Qianqian had to get the stove back again. She had read records of enamel hand stoves in history books, which were very expensive. A few car tiles are not enough to buy this hand stove. So how many watts is Gu Changsheng going to pay her?

Xia Qianqian was thinking about it in her heart, and she was exhausted. What if I still owe him money?

Forget it, don't do this business, it's a loss!

"It's watt money."

Xia Qianqian was about to choke back when Gu Changsheng put a piece of silver in her hand.

One ingot and twelve! Is this watt money?

There were only seven or eight hundred tiles in the field, and at the highest price in the market, it was less than four dollars, but Gu Changsheng gave it twelve!

"Tomorrow I will send someone to Lava, you don't need to send it."

Gu Changsheng's voice was gentle, and Xia Qianqian heard the gentleness. She looked up at Gu Changsheng's familiar and unforgettable face, and bit her lower lip lightly: "Okay."

Qingtong watched Xia Qianqian turn into a well-behaved kitten in front of his young master, and curled his lips mockingly: "Miss Xia, you forgot to pay for dinner at the Xianlou Restaurant yesterday."

"Uh..." Xia Qianqian looked back embarrassedly and pretended to look elsewhere, "Master Gu, your big tiled house is so beautiful, and it's even more beautiful if you use mine."

Pretending not to hear the payment, Gu Changsheng was so generous and gentleman. A gentleman will never ask a girl for food money.

Gu Changsheng looked at Xia Qianqian's eyes, and wanted to go back to her and ask for yesterday's meal. But seeing her red hands, she couldn't bear it anymore, she turned her face to stare at Qingtong: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

The young boy laying on the gun inexplicably: "..."

The flattered Xia Qianqian: "..."

"Okay, go back! Don't wander around in the cold weather. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me." Gu Changsheng let go of his hand and slowly took two steps back. He was afraid that if he held her little hand again, he would not be able to hold her in his arms.

"Thank you, Young Master Gu." Xia Qianqian got the hand stove and silver, and smiled happily. As for why Gu Changsheng bought so many tiles, it had nothing to do with her, she just did her own business.

Xia Qianqian happily walked down the steps, took a few steps forward, and turned around happily. The green cloak swirls beautifully, just like her elated heart.

Gu Changsheng looked at her back, his eyes soft as water.

At the end of the long street, Xia Dinghai and Xia Dingfeng arrived with their carriages. Qingtong murmured in a low voice, "Master, do you still want the tiles from the old Xia family?"

"Yes." Gu Changsheng nodded decisively.

"But we can't use so many watts."

"If you can't use it, it will be piled up. I will build a new house next year."

Qingtong's eyes widened in shock: "Master, do you want to build a new house?"