Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Mu Zhongqing picked for a long time and finally picked out three boxes of rouge that he was satisfied with. After paying the money, he happily distributed the boxes of rouge to the women in the family.

What Caiwei got was a palm-sized blue and white pastel porcelain box. But before she opened it, she smelled the pungent fragrance inside. She twitched the corner of her mouth and her face became a little stiff, but after seeing With my father's eager and expectant eyes, he still forced himself to open the rouge box, and was 'surprised' to see the bright red blush inside. It was just like the bright red that the elementary school students in the previous life applied during performances. Can produce a monkey butt effect.

"Weier, do you like it?"

Mu Zhongqing looked at his daughter's face and felt that her little face was so white. If she put on blush and her cheeks were rosy, it would definitely look better!

"Yeah, I like it, I like it very much, thank you dad!"

Caiwei lowered her head and looked at the low-quality rouge in her hand seriously. She felt a little dumbfounded, but there was a warm current secretly surging in her heart.

"Where's Fei'er? Do you like it too?" Dad turned to Fei'er again and asked.

Cai Fei seemed to really like her, holding the same rouge as her sister, smiling with joy from the corners of her eyes to her brows.

"Thank you, dad. This is my first time using rouge. I don't even have such a good product in the bottle."

After receiving the approval of his two daughters, Mu Zhongqing's thin cheeks showed a hint of smile, and he looked deeply at his wife.

"Mei Niang, do you like it?"

"You, it's true!"

Du Shi said something lowly and hid the box of imperial concubine beauty powder in her sleeve. Her face was slightly red, showing a bit of girlish shyness.

Seeing the interaction between her father and mother, Caiwei couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Her father and mother must have missed each other very much after not seeing each other for so long. They wished they could rest earlier to relieve the pain of missing each other, but she was in trouble and insisted on making a fuss. Going to the night market was a waste of time for my parents to spend time together!

"It's getting late, let's go back!" she suggested.

"Sister, I just came here not long ago, why do you have to go back?"

Wen'er and Wu'er hadn't had enough shopping yet. When they heard that they were going back, they both pouted reluctantly. Wu'er still hugged his father's thigh and looked at his father pitifully with his big misty eyes.

When Mu Zhongqing saw the look in his son's eyes, his heart softened and he begged his daughter: "Weier, it's still early and it's rare that everyone is interested. Why don't we go shopping for a while?"

"Dad is in poor health. He just took medicine. He shouldn't work too hard."

"Dad, it's okay, let's go shopping for a little longer!"

Dad insisted not to go back, so Caiwei had no choice but to let him go, and the family headed towards the depths of the night market again.

"Take a trap, set a trap, it's a penny a piece, whatever you catch is yours..."

Passing by a stall selling traps, Wu'er was suddenly attracted by a small turtle on the stall. The turtle was only the size of an egg, and its body was shrunk into its green shell, leaving only a bare shell. Placed among many prizes.

"Young Master, do you want to set a trap? It's a penny a piece. Whatever you catch, it's yours."

When the vendor saw Wu'er looking at the stall, he squatted in front of Wu'er to solicit business.

Following Wu'er's line of sight, he saw the little turtle huddled there, and continued to seduce him: "Young Master, look, it's such a cold day, if that little bastard stays outside, he'll be frozen. Damn it, just put it back on."

Wu'er looked at the little turtle, then turned his head, raised his eyes, and looked at his father silently, waiting for his father to speak.

"Take it, give us twenty circles."