Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 28

"You don't understand." Fu Bao stretched out his hand and began to count.

"It takes money to build a house, to eat, and to take medicine for my mother. It seems that the money for studying is enough, but it is limited. It's just a little, and it will always be spent." Fu Bao wrinkled Frowning, hey, this is too difficult.

"When the time comes..." Wen Heng wanted to say that when he can get the first prize and become an official, he will have money, but there will be more troubles, and if he thinks about the current situation, let's forget it.

Some things, he just worked hard silently.

"Then what do you want to do?" Wen Heng asked aloud, and regretted it after asking, he went to ask a doll who was two years younger than himself, it was weird.

"Make money, but I haven't thought about it yet." Fu Bao shook his head, forgetting about it, take your time, don't worry, the future will be long.

Thinking of the marketing I learned in my previous life, those who make quick money often cannot last for a long time. The long-term money-making plan needs to be studied slowly.

"Then think about it slowly." After Wen Heng finished speaking, he began to practice calligraphy. Fu Bao had nothing to do, so he also ran to the yard to start with a small wooden stick.

"Fubao, what word did you write?" Zhang's second child was washing clothes in the yard, and asked with a smile when he saw it.

"Second sister-in-law, what I wrote is "person"."

"That's how it was written." The eldest Li of the second family looked at it, and it was quite simple, "Fubao is so smart, he can write so quickly."

Brother Qi on the side hurriedly came over, "Mother, I can also write." After speaking, he pointed to his own. Although it was ugly, it was still a word.

"Well, brother Qi is very powerful." Mrs. Da Li looked relieved.

Originally, Brother Rui and the others were also going to dig sweet potatoes, but because of Fubao's reminder, they didn't go. After practicing calligraphy for almost a day, the three of them could write decently.

When it was time to eat in the evening, the three of them couldn't lift their arms anymore, and the enthusiasm for learning at the beginning had dissipated in sevens and eighties.

"Mother, Father, Boss and the others haven't come back yet, do you want someone to go and have a look?" After dinner, Mrs. Zhang asked.

"It's okay, don't worry, wait a little longer, just remember to warm the rice in the pot." As soon as old man Zhang finished speaking, he heard the door knock, and then several people walked in with a sack of things on their backs.

"Sister-in-law, hurry up and get me some water." Zhang Xiaowu called out, he was really exhausted.

Mrs. Zhang quickly poured five bowls of warm water, one for each person.

Looking at the five big sacks in the yard, old man Zhang looked excited. With so many sweet potatoes, will their family still have to worry about food?

"Father, it's too late today, let's talk tomorrow if you have anything to say." Xiao Li from the third family's family next to him said.

"Okay, okay, go to eat, then go to bed, we'll talk about it tomorrow." After finishing speaking, old man Zhang stepped forward to touch the sack, and returned to the room with his hands behind his back, smiling.

Fu Bao was already asleep, but she wasn't really asleep, she was just reading recipes in the electronic reading room in her dream.

The boiled pork slices and spicy cabbage on the top are too much for her, but how can she ask her sister-in-law to make them for her? It's really annoying.

Leaning on the bookshelf, looking at the recipes, he fell asleep not long after, and he didn't notice the saliva from the corner of his mouth dripping onto the book.

"Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides." The sound of reading woke Fu Bao up, moved his arms, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something in his arms.

Looking down, the book...

Quickly looked around, her mother was lowering her head to mend things, but she didn't see her.

I looked at the cover, and it was the same as the book I bought in the bookstore, except that it said "home-cooked recipes", and then I opened it and looked inside. Isn't this the recipe I read in my dream?

Moreover, the font has also become traditional Chinese characters, which are not viewed horizontally, but vertically.

Fu Bao was a little excited. Could it be that she could take out the book from the electronic reading room, and after taking it out, it would become the same as the current book.

It's a good feeling.

Thinking of this, she quickly got up, stuffed the menu on her body and covered it with her clothes, walked around the kitchen and had breakfast.

I was thinking about why to take out the recipe.

"Father, why are you so happy?" Fu Bao asked puzzledly when he saw old man Zhang coming back from the outside happily.

"Fubao, your brothers dug up those sweet potatoes last night, and they dug up a total of more than 400 catties!" Old man Zhang said excitedly, "I just went to return the scale to the village chief's house."

Fu Bao was stunned, so many, round eyeballs, turned around.

"Father, shall we sell this for money?"

"Sell money?" Old man Zhang didn't think about this question, but after reminding him like this, he felt that it was feasible.

"How to sell money?" old man Zhang asked, and Wen Heng, who was watching Rui Ge'er and the three practicing calligraphy, pricked up his ears when he heard the word "money".

"We can steam this thing, or roast it, and then sell it in the town." Fu Bao said, there should be no reason for this thing to be a crime.

"No." Wen Heng has always been cautious, "Uncle, there are too many acquaintances in the town. If you recognize someone in your family and ask what it is, how do you answer it? Do you know who planted what?"

Hearing this, Fu Bao frowned, as if that was the case.

"Then eat it yourself, don't sell it." Old man Zhang waved his hand. The people in the village, he knows what kind of temperament, when the time comes to know that it is something from the mountain, it will be troublesome to ask the villagers to share it together.

"By the way, Fubao, how did you find this sweet potato, and you don't know how it was grown." Old man Zhang scratched his head.

"I dug an ant hole, and I found it." Fu Bao honestly explained, but her attention was on the second half of the sentence, how did this thing grow.

Yes, this thing can be planted.

In the evening, she would go to the library to check and find out.

What a simple thing.

"But this thing can be sold in Fucheng, where few people know us." Wen Heng thought of Fubao's wish yesterday, to make money, so he raised this opinion.

"That's right, Dad is going to Fucheng." After Fu Bao finished speaking, he took old man Zhang's hand and went into the house to discuss with Mrs. Zhang and Liu.

Finally, after discussing it, we can go to Fucheng.

If someone asks you, you can say that you planted it yourself. If an acquaintance sees it, you can say it was planted by a relative. There are so many new things in Fucheng, so naturally no one will pay attention to it, and then there is the issue of pricing.

Based on his two visits to the town, Fubao finally decided that roasted sweet potatoes cost ten cents a catty, and raw ones cost five cents.

As the person who has been outside for the longest time, Boss Zhang thinks it is too expensive.

"Brother, it's Chinese New Year now, and this thing is to eat fresh. Besides, compared to desserts, our sweet and glutinous sweet potatoes are already very cheap." Fubao used the marketing psychology he learned in his previous life to set the price .

"What Fu Bao said makes sense." After Mrs. Zhang and Liu spoke, the others didn't say anything. The next step was how to transport it to Fucheng, and everyone followed.

After dinner in the evening, they all went to bed early.

Before dawn, the daughters-in-law of the Zhang family got up to steam and roast sweet potatoes, and then built a small stove to keep them warm along the way.

(End of this chapter)