The old woman took out six hundred yuan and handed it to Li Feng. "Can you tell me, who embroidered the flowers of this pair of shoes?"

Li Fukui hadn't reacted yet. He really bought it for 600 yuan. What shoes can't be bought? Buy a pair of cloth shoes, although who embroidered shoes, it's really worth it. Is there a problem with the people in this city? Li Fukui can't even figure it out.

This is not sixty yuan, this is six hundred yuan. If it were in previous years, Li Jiapo and his family would have prepared six hundred yuan for the New Year. The audience in the live broadcast room was just a little surprised, but they thought that Fengzi seemed to have sold high-priced embroidered shoes last time.

"It's over, it's over, Fengzi is going to become Dongfang Bubai."

"Trace, Fengzi doesn't want it."

Li Feng was too lazy to pay attention to these blokes. "Auntie, this was embroidered by me myself."

"you?"

The old woman was really surprised. Li Feng saw that the young man in his early twenties could make embroidered shoes. This was as magical as a big man wearing women's clothing. The old woman couldn't believe it.

"Fengzi, look, the old lady was scared."

"Is Maple Demon King going to be a drag boss?"

"I won't be surprised if Fengzi gets a red bellyband one day."

"That's right, Fengzi can't do anything, and he dare not do anything."

"Is Maple Demon King really going to become Dongfang Bubai?"

I don’t know who made a vote, will the Maple Demon King become Dongfang Bubai? Damn it, a group of people are really going to die.

"Young man, you didn't do all these, right?"

The old woman was stunned for a while and pointed to the stall, clay sculptures of God of Wealth and New Year pictures.

"Yes, they are all done normally."

Li Feng said with a smile.

"So do New Year pictures?"

"Yes, look, the carved version is still there."

Li Feng smiled.

"It's really interesting, how do you sell these?"

As soon as Li Feng said the price, Li Fukui's eyes were almost glaring out. A God of Wealth costs more than 2,000 yuan, and New Year's paintings cost dozens of yuan. Isn't this a joke?

"The dough sculpture is very good. I want one set of Dream of Red Mansions, and I want two New Year pictures."

He said and smiled. "I want two of this makeup box."

After counting, he demanded nearly 2,000 yuan. Li Fukui was completely shocked. This was too much money to be used as money. In the blink of an eye, more than 2,000 yuan was spent. This was simply unbelievable. Li Fukui shook his head until the old woman walked far away with her things.

Li Fukui finally realized. "Three son, is this really sold?"

"Yes, Uncle Six, what's wrong?"

Li Feng smiled. "I didn't expect it to open so early."

"Sanzi, are you selling this thing a little more expensive?" Li Fukui hesitated for a moment and said.

"It's expensive, Uncle Six, these are all works of art, and the price is a little more expensive." Li Feng said with a smile.

"Fengzi is a master of skills, so this price is not expensive."

"That's right, not to mention anything else, the name of a dough sculpture master. A box of dough sculpture costs more than one thousand yuan, which is really not expensive."

"Not to mention bamboo weaving, the bamboo weaving of the Maple Demon King is definitely a work of art."

The audience in the live broadcast room thought it was wrong to sell it cheaply. Of course, just forget about embroidered shoes, everyone is not interested in that.

Li Fukui shook his head and couldn't figure out what artworks were. He didn't have it, but the third son made money very quickly. Li Fukui shook his head and left, but Li Fengxi's small stall spread in the village.

"Sanzi can also make embroidered shoes, hahaha, really?"

"What are you laughing at? You don't know how much does a pair of embroidered shoes cost?" Several aunts were so happy to hear that Li Feng could make embroidered shoes. Girls can't make embroidered shoes now, and Li Feng and a man could make this. How can you not laugh?

"How much can embroidered shoes be sold? It's good to have thirty or fifty dollars, but no one buys them now."

"No one bought it, let me tell you, I heard from Uncle Six that a pair cost 600 yuan, but they didn't blink, so they immediately paid for it."

"Really, you heard it right, six hundred, not sixty?"

"This is still wrong, Uncle Six said that just a few New Year pictures, a few face-to-faced men, and a pair of embroidered shoes, the third son bought nearly 3,000 yuan."

"My mother, isn't this robbing money? Who is that? Why are you so stupid?"

"Silly, people in the city are not stupid. This is a work of art. I heard that it would be more expensive if the city could sell it."

"Why don't the third son go to the city?"

"The third son is for the sake of fame. Besides, the third son is on the news broadcast, and they still care about this little money."

"That's right, maybe one day the third son will be called to the capital."

The village was talking about it. A pair of embroidered shoes cost 600 yuan. Who didn't think it was so amazing? Someone came to ask Li Feng whether to collect embroidered shoes. Li Feng was so amused that he wouldn't have used embroidered shoes next time. If it weren't for training and maintaining his skill level, Li Feng would definitely not have embroidered shoes, which would be too weird.

When Zhang Jiajia saw her, her eyes were strange, and she wouldn't talk about others. "Damn, if you don't sell the embroidered shoes in the future, you'll almost be treated as a pervert."

"Mom, why are you here?"

I was about to embroider the shoes, but I didn't pay much attention. When I looked up, I saw my mother coming. "Sanzi, I just heard your sister-in-law say that you sold a pair of embroidered shoes here, and sold them for 600 yuan?"

"yes."

Li Feng muttered, why did this matter spread so quickly?

"This kid, what kind of embroidered shoes can be sold so expensively. Don't wait until they come back to find them." Zhang Fengqin looked anxious, and Li Feng was amused and crying. "Mom, there must be a reason for my courage to sell so expensively. Don't worry, you won't find them. Let's talk about finding them back, I'll give her the money."

"Don't sell this kid later."

Li Fengxin said, "I think it's good to embroider a pair these days, but I don't have so much effort." "I know, mom, don't worry, I won't sell embroidered shoes from now on."

"That's good."

Speaking, Zhang Fengqin turned around and left. "Jia Jia is still watching the tofu stall. I'll go back first. I'll let Jia Jia come over later."

This is not at ease with myself, Li Feng can't laugh or cry.

"It's over, Fengzi, your embroidered shoes are about to be big."

"Hahaha, why do I think your reputation is going to be broken?"

"The character is so crispy."

Li Feng was speechless, especially when he saw Guo Zheng and Liu Liang beside him, the two guys laughed happily to the sky. "It's funny?"

"good."

Guo Zheng finally couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Jiajia came over and looked at Guo Zheng and Liu Liang who were smiling and leaning backwards. "It's okay, I took too much medicine and had stomach cramps."

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Jiajia glanced at Li Feng. "The paintings of these New Years are so beautiful."

"Is this what the celestial days ago?"

"Um."

Li Feng said with a smile. "Sit down and let them stand and laugh."

As he said that, Li Feng pulled over a long stool and pulled Zhang Jiajia to sit down. "I'll draw a look for you." When he spoke, Li Feng took the paper and pen. After a while, Zhang Jiajia's outline appeared on white paper.

"I'll go, Fengzi can do it."

“It’s really similar to the drawing.”

“That’s.”

Li Feng smiled and said, "What's this? It's a little bit."

The skills of the New Year painting are allocated to the New Year painting skills. Although they are only the skills of the New Year painting, they are much worse than those of the real painter. However, the intermediate skills are more intermediate skills. At least they are drawn by individuals and painting a picture, and they are very good. "It looks really good."

"I will carve it out with wooden boards when I go back."

Li Feng smiled and said, "Give it to you."

"Um."

Zhang Jiajia is really happy.

"No, no, Fengzi's dog food is going to last me to death."

"It's so bad. Fengzi doesn't think about us being single at all. No, this bite of dog food is too much to avoid."

"It's so bad, this must be revenge."

"It was indeed Fengzi, intentional, it must have been intentional."

“Light a candle.”

Li Feng laughed, "Little thing, wait, let's have enough dog food for you later. "Jia Jia, sit down and don't move." As he said that, Li Feng took out the dough for the made dough, and soon a little man was pinched out.
To be continued...