Then he brought up another topic, "I came to my aunt today to thank Uncle Zhao for helping me a lot."

Aunt Zhou glanced at Zhao Dalong with a smile, "How else can Lao Zhao help you? He doesn't even care about himself."

Zhao Dalong didn't care about her, but said, "This thing belongs to Master Zhang. If you want to really thank him, go to Zhang's house to thank him, and tell me it's useless."

"I have this plan, but I have to prepare something well before I go to the door. Don't I thank Uncle Zhao first? After all, if you don't give it to me, I can't take it."

Zhao Dalong muttered: "You're welcome."

Liu Yimian couldn't resist Aunt Zhou's enthusiasm, so she ate two mouthfuls of scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts. In the end, her stomach couldn't take it anymore, so she struggled to get up and hide behind Ji Wei.

Ji Wei saw that their dumplings were almost the same, so he planned to go home. Before leaving, Aunt Zhou asked them to take the hawthorn.

I didn't plan to stay at Aunt Zhou's house for so long, and every time I got home, it would be 5:00 a.m. They didn't plan to do anything else. After taking turns to boil water to take a bath, the two went back to the bedroom.

Ji Wei was bored sitting on the bed and counting money, by the way, he checked the income and expenditure of these days, and calculated that he had nearly thirty taels of silver at home.

For ordinary people in Changliu Town, the family only earns one or two taels per month. Thirty taels of silver was saved for a family of three without food or drink for three years. Ji Wei only made money after setting up a stall for more than half a month.

The money is not small, but every step in the future will cost money, so it is better to save some money.

Especially now that filling cakes are selling well, many people have begun to imitate them. Although it can't be as fragrant and delicious as Ji Wei's, it is not exclusive after all.

It's only been less than a month, Ji Wei believes that as long as it takes a while, he will not only sell cakes on the street, then the competition will be fierce, and the profit margin will have to shrink again and again. A small profit was beyond his expectations.

According to Ji Wei's plan, when he thinks about what to sell next and how to sell it, he will withdraw from the cake filling market and give this way to other villagers.

Ji Wei sealed the money in the jar and hid it under the bed. Sitting at the table, he took out a sheet of paper from Liu Yimian's calligraphy stack, wrote down the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and scribbled and corrected only a few choices.

He stared for a while, crumpled the paper, and threw it away.

Liu Yimian, who secretly glanced at Ji Wei while practicing calligraphy, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Waste paper, no more."

Ji Wei saw that the copybook in front of him was full of words, and paused: "Finished?"

Liu Yimian snorted, and Ji Wei took away the piece of paper he had just written, corrected a few small problems, complimented him a few words, and made Liu Yimian's cheeks hot and eyebrows curled with joy.

"The characters are already looking a little bit better. It's better than starting to copy them. I'll write a few more for you in a few days."

After Ji Wei finished speaking, Liu Yimian obeyed obediently, and packed up all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Ji Wei suddenly said, "Let's take a look at the cloth I bought today. If you make clothes for yourself, do you still have to measure the size? Just as I'm free today, I'll measure it for you."

Liu Yimian whispered no, he knew his size.

Ji Wei asked back: "Can't you trust me? It's been a long time since you made a dress, and the size is long gone."

Then he pulled his face and tried Bailing.

Liu Yimian came over obediently, took out a soft ruler and handed it to Ji Wei, standing in front of him motionless.

"How to measure? Where to measure?"

Ji Weike has never made clothes, and has never touched this. He has nowhere to start with a tape measure. She gestured at Liu Yimian's shoulder and asked him if he was here.

"Shoulder width, waist circumference, upper and lower @ body length..." Liu Yimian gestured for the position and said a little embarrassedly, "I'll do it myself."

"Stand up!"

Ji Wei grabbed Liu Yimian's shoulders with both hands, forcing Liu Yimian to turn around. Holding a soft ruler in each hand, he pressed it against his shoulder, "Twelve inches."

After measuring Liu Yimian, Ji Wei also made a gesture on his shoulder, which was four inches longer than Liu Yimian.

No wonder Mianmian was thin and small when he was standing beside him.

Ji Wei held a soft ruler and wrapped his arms around Liu Yimian's waist, holding Liu Yimian in his arms in a very intimate gesture.

Liu Yimian turned her back to Ji Wei, and could feel the heat from his body through the thin summer dress, which burned his cheeks red. Even the round eyes were watery, and the whole person froze there, looking at a complete loss.

"Less than twenty."

Ji Wei let go and couldn't help saying: "Mianmian, your little waist is so thin, I don't dare to exert any force, for fear that it will break if I exert force." Although this is an exaggeration, in Ji Wei's opinion , Liu Yimian is really too thin.

Standing in front of him, only to reach the position of his chest, it is estimated that it is less than 1.6 meters.

Although the people here are malnourished, they generally do not grow very tall. But like when he was growing up at his age, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old young man was close to 1.7 meters in height, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Ji Wei finished measuring his length up and down again, only to realize that the boy didn't say a word.

Throwing the soft ruler on the table, Ji Wei turned around Liu Yimian and was startled by how red his neck looked. He quickly put the back of his hand on his forehead, it was unusually hot.

"Why don't you tell me when you're hot?" Ji Wei grabbed his wrist and was about to pull Liu Yimian out to see the doctor, "Do you still have the strength to go? Or I'll carry you!"

Ji Wei squatted down and waited for a long time, but he didn't feel anyone crawling on his back.

"Brother Ji, I don't have a fever." Liu Yimian couldn't say anything, for fear that Ji Wei would laugh at him, "That's, that's—"

He lowered his head, and a strand of soft hair floated beside his ears, which complemented his thin white neck and exquisite auricles.

Ji Wei frowned at him, and suddenly reacted for a long time.

He is shy.

But like this, it's really cute, it really makes people want to bully him.