Although Feihua Island was poor, the wealthy owners were obviously good at making money and lived a very prosperous life.
She wore a bat-patterned silk jacket sprinkled with gold, and a top-quality snow-gauze coat that was obviously made in the Kunlun Snow-Taking Palace. Her long black and white hair was tied up very smoothly and tightly, and was pinned with jadeite pearls. Her eyebrows were thickly painted with the finest black ink, and she applied powder and rouge, and her lips were painted crimson. Around her neck was a circle of soft pearl necklace, and on her ears hung two golden earrings inlaid with rubies as big as pigeon eggs, which pulled heavily on her earlobes.
She was a woman over fifty years old, her youth was long gone, her figure was a little bloated, and her face was full of wrinkles. It would have been fine if she had deliberately dressed up, but she obviously thought that the more luxurious things she wore, the more beautiful she would appear, so instead she was immersed in this pile of glittering pearls and jade, like an old turtle covered in red and green.
Old Bie owns half of the land on Feihua Island. When she speaks, the village chief dares not say a word.
At this moment, the sun rose, and the old turtle with red flowers and green leaves came to the square leisurely, sat in the red rosewood bat-deer armchair that had been prepared for her, and looked at the refugees from Linyi.
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