The full-level boss takes the whole family to farm after crossing

Chapter 138 Aunt Zhou meets a nobleman

It smells sweet, like sugar, but since it looks like sugar, why don't they buy sugar instead of this unnamed, unknown jam?

Many people think so.

Aunt Zhou thinks that this jam is both honey and fruit, and the soreness of her arms is secondary to cooking it. She thinks this stuff is too precious, and every bite is money, so she doesn't want people to taste it, so just do it like this hawking.

No one praised her field.

Even if Aunt Zhou said the hype.

Besides, when a person who has never read a book praises this thing, it is also dry. The words "delicious", "extraordinarily fragrant", and "golden expensive" are words that can't stimulate people's appetite and purchase. want.

The shoddy bamboo tubes have also become a point of criticism.

In this way, the stall was set up for a whole day.

Her mouth was blistered and her spittle was flying, and Aunt Zhou couldn't sell a jar of jam.

She didn't bring any water when she went out. She thought that the two little girls from Jiang's family could sell the jam, and so could she.

I thought it would be sold out soon, so I didn't bother.

She didn't hire anyone for the things she made at home, and she could lower the price a little bit, so more people would come to admire her.

Unexpectedly, it took a whole day to boil like this.

The scorching sun was pouring down, and the sweat all over the body was wet and dry, and even salt crystals formed. Aunt Zhou seemed to be a joke standing in the tide of people coming and going in the town.

Two lumps of red dry skin on the face.

There was no other way, Aunt Zhou could only brazenly ask for a bowl of water, and she was not willing to put in the jam, so she just raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

During this gap, Aunt Zhou met Mrs. Fang.

Others don't know what jam is, but Mrs. Fang does.

It wasn't too long ago, and she even remembered the voices and smiles of the two little girls in the alley behind Bai's house.

Last time Mrs. Zhou bought out the jams of the two little girls. It looked like a lot of things, but there were so many people in the host's house, and the guests were entertained, so it was finished within two days. Then it was time for Mrs. Fang to lose her hair.

The guest this time is said to be a prominent figure in the imperial capital.

He praised the jam for being sweet but not greasy, which gave him a little appetite in this scorching season.

With a simple sentence, Mrs. Fang was rewarded by the master.

Even for this point of reward, she can't disappoint the host and guests.

But in the next few days, whether Mrs. Fang came to the town in person or sent someone to inquire around the town, there was no news about the two little girls.

Only one boy said that he heard that two little girls had sold jam at the back door of other people's houses, but those were ignorant people, and both of them were driven away.

Mrs. Fang was angry and funny at the same time.

There is still a trace of luck in my heart.

Thanks to her kindness and kindness, she didn't despise the two little girls even when they were young.

Thinking of the two small bamboo tubes left in her house, one of them has been eaten, and the other has only half of the bamboo tube left...

Mrs. Fang was annoyed: "At the beginning, I only wanted them to come to me when they were free. Why did I forget to ask where they were from? I was so anxious."

Just when they couldn't find the two of them, and they were in a state of desperation.

Suddenly, Mrs. Fang saw a woman carrying a basket and lifted the dark cloth covering the basket to reveal the familiar bamboo tube inside.

Aunt Zhou was a little surprised when she was called to stop.

(End of this chapter)