Farming in space: the struggle of peasant girls

Chapter 17 017 Another business

Mu Yu just mentioned something casually, even though Zhao Cong agreed happily, she didn't take it too seriously.

It's not that simple to find a few old bowls, let alone clay pots for cooking, it's just a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

She quickly put the matter behind her.

The fact is true. Although Zhao Cong agreed happily, he was mainly motivated by the reward of the ten weeds. He can guarantee the bowl, but there is nothing to do with the clay pot.

After much deliberation, he decided to ask others to find clay pots for him, and to find bowls by himself. After all, he would only find two or three bowls in a busy day, but he might not be able to find a clay pot.

Just do what he said, he found two little beggars who played well with him in the ruined temple, and reluctantly gave each of them half a piece of weed, and asked them to help pay attention to whether there were clay pots for cooking when they were looking for food. , can be used on the line.

The taller little beggar asked him,

"Don't you have a clay pot for cooking? Did it fall?"

The shorter little beggar said,

"Where did you pick this grass? Why does the grass I pick not taste like this, A Cong, give me some more, I can exchange it with you for other things."

Zhao Cong responded,
"It's easy to talk about. Please help me pay more attention. When I find the clay pot, I will share the grass with you."

Both agreed. After all, it didn't take much effort to pay attention to the clay pots while digging weeds, catching mice, and begging. It was just incidental.

But like Zhao Cong, who spends all his energy on searching, he doesn't get much in a day. If it's just incidental, it's hard to get anything.

Zhao Cong knew this, but he also knew that he couldn't ask for more, but he felt that it was a pity that he would not be able to get the reward for the ten grasses in the clay pot.

That evening, he still took the two bowls he found and exchanged eight grasses with Mu Yu, and asked if the bowls with gaps could be exchanged, and he was relieved when he got the answer yes.

It is not easy to find a good bowl, but it is relatively not so difficult to find a bowl with a bump. It is good for him to find one or two a day, and he may not be able to find it in the future, but if there is a bump, it will take three to five a day. This is not very difficult, even if the grass is less, it doesn't matter.

When Zhao Cong got the grass, he bounced all the way back to the ruined temple. When he got to his own hut, he took out the weeds and asked Li for credit.

Just as I was getting excited, I saw a tall little beggar walking towards this side.

Come on, this matter probably cannot be hidden.

Zhao Cong didn't really want to hide it, but Mrs. Li told him not to publicize it, so as not to cause trouble, but now someone noticed it, and he was a friend, so he simply said it.

"Tall, don't go around talking about this, I only told you as a friend."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything, I also want to change weeds."

The tall man, surnamed Song, was about twelve or thirteen years old. He didn't speak much at ordinary times. He lived alone in the yard of the ruined temple. He had quick hands and feet, but he didn't starve to death.

"Then I'll take you to talk to Sister Muyu. If you don't tell me in advance, she might not want it."

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Mu Yu was discussing with Yang Erlang what to do with the bran soaked in water. She tasted it and found it hard to swallow. If she wanted to eat it, she could only go outside to heat it up, but that would take too much time.

Just as he was struggling, he saw Zhao Cong coming over with another little beggar who was taller than him.

Mu Yu's eyes lit up after hearing what they said. Although she is not in short supply of bowls now, it is a good thing that someone comes to her for business.

"Xiao Cong, you still have two bowls tomorrow, right? Xiao Song also has two bowls?"

"Yes Yes."

"Okay, I still need bowls now, but you can also find other things, such as clay pots, wooden barrels, etc."

"understood."

Zhao Cong responded casually, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, finding these things is not as easy as finding bowls.

But Song Gao turned his eyes, and his heart fell on him.

……

Mu Yu sent the two of them away, the sky was about to get dark, and there was not enough time to go out to cook the bran, so he simply gave up and planned to do it tomorrow. Today, he shared the weeds brought back with Yang Erlang, and stuffed his stomach. .

The next day she came back early, gathered firewood with Yang Erlang to make a fire, and boiled the bran in a pot outside. After a long time of burning, it was only slightly hot, which made people very discouraged.

Yang Erlang was very calm, and went to hug a bunch of branches again.

Seeing that he was so calm, Mu Yu didn't feel so anxious anymore.

"The time agreed with Xiao Cong and the others is up. I'll go find them first, and I'll be back soon."

Yang Erlang nodded, and she got up and left.

She was thinking about things while walking. Although she was making progress, it was still a little slow overall. Besides, what she needed most for the time being was not a bowl.

Still, then again, it would be nice to get a few bowls.

She took a glance, but she didn't see Zhao Cong at the trading point, but saw the tall man surnamed Song, and after a closer look, she immediately regained her spirits.

What the boy surnamed Song is holding in his hand, is it a clay pot?

She took the clay pot and looked at it carefully. One side of the pot was broken, but it can still be used for cooking, but not too much. At most, it can cook two bowls of rice, but it is enough for her now. up.

And it came just right, just in time to cook the bran and eat it.

"Xiao Song, I told Xiao Cong at the time that as long as the clay pot can be used, I will give ten grasses. Do you think it is okay to give ten grasses?"

Song Gao nodded. He had known about this clay pot for a long time, and originally planned to pick it up for his own use, but thinking that he couldn't find any food that could be cooked, he just left it alone. He didn't expect it to come in handy at this time use.

Mu Yu then gave him a clay pot and two bowls as a reward, a total of eighteen grasses.

Song Gao resisted the excitement in his heart and carefully put away the grass. Eighteen grasses were enough for a full meal.

Usually when I go out to beg for food, it’s just like this when I’m lucky. More often than not, I’m not lucky enough to get anything and even get beaten.

It would be a good thing if it could continue like this.

"I'll bring two more bowls tomorrow. Do you have anything else to buy? The kind that can be exchanged for more grass."

Mu Yu found that this tall man was very smart, and she realized that this might be an opportunity.

"I need wooden barrels, jugs, clay pots, etc. Don't worry, the price is negotiable. As long as it is not too bad, I will want it. The intact ones will cost more."

Song Gao nodded thoughtfully and left.

Almost as soon as he left, Zhao Cong came back. It was still two bowls, and Mu Yu paid him eight grasses.

After Zhao Cong left, Mu Yu made sure there was no one around, then put the four bowls into the space, fetched water from the spring, scrubbed the pots carefully, and picked ten weeds out of the space .

Then she took the clay pot and weeds and went to find Yang Erlang.

The two replaced the water pot with clay pots, and continued to burn the fire while eating wild grass.

After a while, bursts of heat came out of the clay pot, and the cooked bran was like porridge, warm but not very unpalatable.

The two had just eaten a bunch of weeds, and now they had another bowl of hot porridge. They packed up their things contentedly and went back to the ruined temple.

(End of this chapter)