126: C126 Master Do You Really Need Money

C126 Master Do You Really Need Money

Mu Xiaoyou left the living room as if she had received an amnesty. He was in a hurry to call Su Cuiyun.

To her, handwork was like a book from the heavens. She did not understand a single thing. Taking the test now was not a small test for her. The old tutor had wholeheartedly wanted to revoke her qualification for the exam just now. Wasn't that equivalent to crippling her as the successor? She grabbed the phone in her bedroom and stared at the small section of rosewood.

"Mom, they want me to use wood for my work." Mu Xiaoyou said anxiously as soon as the phone was picked up.

"Is that Second Miss?" Aunt Qiong heard the voice coming from the other side of the phone. It seemed to be Mu Xiaoyou's voice, but she wasn't sure and asked cautiously.

"Nonsense, of course it's me. You are deaf! " Mu Xiaoyou could be said to be extremely anxious at this moment. She no longer had a good temper towards Aunt Qiong.

"I want to find my mother. Hurry up and call her!" Mu Xiaoyou glanced at the phone in her hand in disgust. What kind of person did Mu Family invite? She was in a hurry, okay?

Aunt Qiong looked at the phone in her hand gloomily and hurried upstairs to call Su Cuiyun. When the three children weren't home, Su Cuiyun scolded her all day. Sometimes it was wrong here, sometimes it was wrong there. Ai, it was because she was working for someone else, so she had to endure taking the salary.

"Sofia, what's wrong? "What kind of wood work?" Lili was using a melon chip to cover her face. Mu Xiaoyou's phone call had made a lot of the melon chips fall off her face.

"Mom, hurry up and think of a way. Grandfather gave me a question for me to do the manual work. How would I know how to do this!" Mu Xiaoyou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "You have to hand in your work early tomorrow morning."

"He's in such a hurry. What kind of work can he do in a night?" Su Cuiyun sunk into deep thought. It seemed that Old Master Mu was determined to get one of the dolls as his successor. If Mu Xiaoyou missed this opportunity, she would definitely not get another one in the future.

"Quickly think of a way, I'm about to die from anxiety." Mu Xiaoyou was sweating profusely as she held onto the piece of rosewood in her hand.

"You You, what else did your grandfather say?" Su Cuiyun was unable to analyze the ugly figure of a work of art based solely on wood.

"He said he could do anything he wanted, so he just used the piece of wood in my hand. He also said that he would hand it over by noon tomorrow." Mu Xiaoyou thought about what the butler had said. That was probably what he meant.

Su Cuiyun used her hand to pluck the cucumber slices from her face with a grave expression on her face. At this moment, she began to hate Old Master Mu. Why did he give the twelve-year-old boy such a question when he had nothing to do? He was making things difficult for her!

"Mom, say something!" Mu Xiaoyou really wanted to give the wood in her hand to Su Cuiyun to do this work.

"I'm thinking of a way, don't worry." Su Cuiyun was also exhausted. She was usually only responsible for taking care of the children, so how could she make anything out of wood?

However, when her eyes touched the dried twigs stuck into the vase in the living room, she had an idea.

"What kind of wood do you have? "How long is it, and how thick is it?" Su Cuiyun wanted to know more about the wood.

"I think it's called rosewood. It's as thick as a plate used to serve food. If it's long, my arm is half the length." Mu Xiaoyou quickly explained as she placed the purple sandalwood on the table.

"Purple sandalwood..." The old tutor has spent all his money. " Su Cuiyun knew that Old Master Mu valued wood. For a material as good as rosewood to be given to two children to make a work of art, could it be that the old man's personality has changed?

"Mom, have you thought of a way?" Mu Xiaoyou said anxiously.

"How about this, hidden treasure. You know the pen holder, right?" "Su Cuiyun was struck by inspiration and thought of the simplest manual." "Just dig out the middle of the piece of wood your grandfather gave you and use it as a pen holder."

"But …" "But I didn't do well." Mu Xiaoyou hesitated.

"Who cares if it's doing well or not. If you don't do well, then Mu Qingqing definitely won't be any better off." "Just do it." Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Qingqing were only two years apart. Neither of the two children had handmade, so they were definitely around the same level.

"Really?" When Mu Xiaoyou heard this, the anxiety in her heart eased a bit.

"You can do it first. The pen holder is very simple. Go and do it first." Su Cuiyun felt that she'd thought of an excellent idea, and she heaved a sigh of relief.

Mu Xiaoyou didn't waste any time speaking. She hung up the phone decisively and took a piece of wood to sit on a chair to the side. All the tools and butlers had been sent over, along with the dinner. However, it was not like the seafood Su Cuiyun had mentioned. It was just some ordinary dishes.

Under the dim light, the thin figure held a beautiful knife in his right hand. His eyes were focused on the piece of wood in his hand, and he was doing it very seriously.

On the other side of the room, there was already no one. The rosewood was placed on the table as if it had no traces of being in a passive position.

Mu Qingqing brought Aa Qi and Aa Jiu to the bamboo forest behind Mu Mansion to do basic training. She didn't take Old Master Mu's work seriously at all. Xiaoyun climbed up a tall tree and sat at a height that Aa Qi and Aa Jiu couldn't see. Compared to Mu Qingqing's sweat and blood, she was much more relaxed.

"Legs up." Aa Qi looked at Mu Qingqing seriously and helped her correct the posture of lifting her legs high up. He had a solemn look on his face, just like a devil instructor.2

Aa Jiu was much more silent than Aa Qi. Most of the time, he just watched her run around and do all kinds of exercises. From the bottom of his heart, he still felt that Mu Qingqing was a young girl. She was new to the field of body training and learning, and she wouldn't last more than a few days.

"Squat down a little more." Mu Qingqing's squatting posture was not standard. Aa Qi had the patience to teach her how to correct her posture.

The sounds of the birds in the forest were very quiet. There were only the few of them in the bamboo forest, but Aa Qi's voice was quite loud.

"Miss Mu, if you can't persevere any longer, you don't have to suffer so much." Aa Qi had already suffered enough at the security company. He couldn't bear to see Mu Qingqing, who had a thin and weak body, getting grinded by the sand and stones on the ground.

"Don't try to persuade me." Mu Qingqing struggled to squat. She quickly fell down due to her poor balance. "However, after falling down, she unhesitatingly got up and continued to squat." "Teach me well, learning is my business."

Mu Qingqing said coldly, showing no signs of wanting to retreat.

Aa Qi and Aa Jiu thought that once Mu Qingqing went back to her home in Mu Family, she would no longer have the mood to train her Sanda fighting skills. They never thought that she would take a walk around the forest in order to find a place for them to train. This made Aa Qi and Aa Jiu shocked.

Seeing this situation, Aa Qi didn't try to persuade him anymore. She didn't expect Mu Qingqing to be so stubborn at such a young age. Not amazing, but able to make Aa Qi and Aa Jiu feel that she was much more mature than ordinary children, especially when it came to thinking.

Night gradually descended, but Mu Qingqing's back was already completely soaked. She had sweated all afternoon, and there were also a lot of bruises on her body, but she didn't care at all.

By the time she finished, her legs no longer felt like her own, and she stood panting under a big tree.

Xiaoyun hugged the wild fruits and secretly hid in the grass to taste them. She even left a lot of them for Mu Qingqing.

On the treetop, Mu Qingqing dragged her exhausted body towards the Mu Family, which was still brightly lit at night. It's worth mentioning that the house Old Master Mu built was indeed very beautiful. There were lanterns hanging in the corridors and the wooden railings were built by Old Master Mu and the others.

After Mu Qingqing took a refreshing bath, she laid on her bed and stared blankly at the white veil.

"Master, quickly eat this fruit, it's really super delicious!" Xiaoyun poured out all the fruits in her bag. Mu Qingqing was quite surprised that there would be raspberries in the autumn.

"You took advantage of my training to pick the fruits?" Mu Qingqing casually took out a bright red raspberry with ridicule in her eyes. This little glutton really never forgets to eat it no matter where he goes.

"Ugh …" I only ate a little. " "Xiaoyun took out the trauma medicine from her bag." "This is for the treatment of abrasions, and this is for sterilization and sterilization. First, rub it to disinfect and then wipe this."

"Ugh …" Mu Qingqing grabbed two test tubes of medicine with one hand and a trace of craftiness could be seen in her eyes.

"Master... "Master." Xiaoyun had already seen through her thoughts and swallowed her saliva in fear.

"Don't be so afraid of me. Think about it, both of us are poor. If we could sell the medicine you made for money, hehe …" Mu Qingqing stuck out her tongue, her eyes glittering as if she had discovered a new continent.

"No …" "No way." Although she felt that Mu Qingqing's idea was not bad, she still felt that something was wrong. She nervously swallowed her saliva when she received a gaze that seemed like she was going to sell her.

She suddenly remembered that she couldn't go against Mu Qingqing's wishes because she had signed a master and servant contract.

However, after a long while, like a deflated balloon, Mu Qingqing said, "You're right, I can't sell you these pills."

Xiaoyun had spent a lot of time and effort on these pills, and she didn't know what they were made of. If these drugs were to be sold to the market and become hot drugs, wouldn't they be dug out by the people who cared about them? If Xiaoyun, the alien, was exposed to the public, wouldn't that be harming Xiaoyun?

"Yes, yes." Xiaoyun heaved a sigh of relief. Mu Qingqing mustn't sell her medicine as a commodity. That would tire her to death.

"However, Master, are you in need of money?" Xiaoyun tried to divert Mu Qingqing's attention.

"Yes." Mu Qingqing nodded with certainty.

"Why do you need money? Didn't you have a good time at home? You can have money to spend without work. " Xiaoyun felt that someone like Mu Qingqing, on her planet M-122, must be a very successful moth worm. She didn't need to work to be able to eat, drink and eat.

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