A small farmer's daughter-in-law

Chapter 47 047
If there is a little fresh milk, used to make a mask for improving skin texture, milk or goat milk will do, then the skin on her face will be further improved.

But now, she not only encountered fresh milk, but also goat milk.

The nutrition is much better than that of milk, and it should be used to make a mask to improve the skin quickly.

But the reality is that the bucket of white goat milk was quickly dumped by the old farmer. The old farmer looked at the empty iron bucket, sighed faintly, turned around and picked up another bucket of goat milk, ready to pour it out again.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoxiao hurriedly ran over in great strides, shaking her hands at the old farmer as she walked, and shouted loudly:
"Wait a minute, don't fall!"

God, who did this goat milk provoke?It was so vainly poured into the stinking ditch.

Didn't it mean that in this era of material scarcity and people's life is difficult, why is there poured goat milk?

Lin Xiaoxiao ran through ten thousand mud horses in her heart.

"This old farmer is really a prodigal, he is willing to dump such good goat milk."

The later generations are not so wasteful. The freshly squeezed goat milk is immediately taken away by the merchants, and the supply is in short supply.

And goat milk poured down the gutter.

The old farmer who was pouring the goat's milk was so frightened by Lin Xiaoxiao's call that he stood there on the spot, opened his mouth wide and looked at the young girl who was striding over.

I was so scared that I forgot that I was pouring milk, and stood there holding the bucket of goat milk in a daze.

Fortunately, the physical work of setting up a street stall during this time was not in vain. In a few breaths, Lin Xiaoxiao had already walked to the old farmer with vigorous steps.

I don’t even feel breathless, which shows that doing physical work for a long time is also beneficial.

The body is strong!You can run a few hundred meters without panting.

It's a pity that Lin Xiaoxiao doesn't have time to worry about her strong walk, she looks at the dull old farmer and asks.

"Old man, does this goat milk stink? Or is it broken? Why did you throw it away?"

According to her experience, this goat milk has no fishy or sour smell, except for the inherent goat smell of raw milk, the smell that wafts around is full of milk fragrance.

It can be seen that there is nothing wrong with this goat milk.

The good goat's milk has to be thrown away, and it's poured into the stinky ditch, don't you feel bad?

Looking at the appearance of the old farmer, the family is not rich, right?

At least it should not be a family that can generously dump goat milk without pain.

The old farmer hugged the iron bucket, glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao conscientiously, and finally realized what was going on?

He slowly put down the iron bucket and sighed.

"Hey, you don't know about this little girl. As for me, I am a farmer near the outskirts of the city. My family has two cows and a few sheep. The family's economic income was originally based on the fresh milk produced by these cows and sheep. I don't know why. , people who come to collect fresh milk this year only accept milk, not goat milk."

Speaking of which, the old man looked sadly at the white goat milk in the iron bucket.

The pain in his eyes flashed away.

But Lin Xiaoxiao already understood the twists and turns, she nodded sympathetically, and said what the old farmer hadn't said.

"So you brought the milk you squeezed to the city to sell?
The old farmer nodded with a bitter face.

"Yes, it's a pity that the people in the city are ordinary people. Most of them can only guarantee normal food and clothing. How can they have spare money to buy goat milk? What's more, when they buy goat milk, some of them even buy goat milk. Don't know how to process it?"

Even if some people know how to process it, they only buy one or two catties, and most of the remaining goat milk has no place to put it and has to be thrown away.

Listening to the old farmer's narration, Lin Xiaoxiao asked puzzledly.

"Then why did you dump it?"

If you can't sell them all, you can just take them home. Wouldn't it be a pity to throw away such white goat milk?
The old farmer glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao, then smiled wryly again.

"Little girl, you don't know something. In order to bring these two barrels of goat milk into the city, I have to spend one yuan and five dollars a day to take a car from outside the city to the city. After selling the goat milk, I walk back with the empty bucket. Not good! You have to pour out all the goat milk and walk back with an empty bucket."

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, she probably understood.

"So, you haven't sold enough cars today, have you?"

She saw it all just now, the old farmer poured out two full barrels of goat milk, so it didn't sell for a penny, right?
The old farmer waved his hand and continued to smile wryly.

"Girl, you misunderstood."

Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned.

"I got it wrong!"

"That's right, the goat milk business I sell is not good. Even if I sell two buckets of fresh milk by chance, I will walk back with the empty bucket and save the car money for the whole family to live on."

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at the old farmer's face with vicissitudes, and nodded sympathetically.

"Oh, it turns out that's the case! If you can't sell any goat milk like today, in order to save money on the car, you have to dump the milk, right?"

The old farmer shook his head, looked at the white goat milk flowing down the stinky ditch, and continued:
"It's not all. If there is a time when no goat milk is sold and it is poured into the stinky ditch, one is because it is too heavy to carry back, and it is useless to carry it back. It can only be fed to pigs. It’s a pity that the goat’s milk smells too strong. Sometimes the piglets at home don’t drink it, and the goat’s milk will go bad if left for a long time. In milk production, there is really no extra tool to store goat milk.”

Lin Xiaoxiao: "..."

Well, she finally understands the sadness and helplessness of people who raise cows and sheep in this era.

Everyone who is running around for life has desolation and helplessness that others cannot see.

This is probably what people in later generations said, that every adult's world is full of turmoil that others cannot see.

After talking about his sadness, the old farmer glanced at the thoughtful Lin Xiaoxiao, with a gleam of hope in his eyes, and he opened his mouth tentatively.

"By the way, girl, you rushed over to stop me from pouring milk, do you want fresh milk from goat?"

If the little girl in front of him came to buy milk from him, it would be considered a gift in the snow.

The goat's milk, which is going to be dumped anyway, is good to be able to make a business.

The old man's words brought Lin Xiaoxiao back from her sad thoughts, and she nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, old man, I want to buy some goat milk with you. How do you sell this goat milk?"

It's hard to come across a fresh milk seller. Although they are going to pour the fresh milk into the stinky ditch, it's better than nothing.

The simple and honest old farmer heheed twice, then scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Hehehe, how can you sell it? How about this, you give me one yuan, and you can take this bucket of goat milk back."

Anyway, it's going to be down, so let's sell half and give half away!

Selling it for one yuan is enough for the family's living expenses today.

The old farmer's thoughts are so simple and honest.

(End of this chapter)