Mu family's little lucky girl

Chapter 46 Selling Goods
Seeing that everyone refused to listen to her explanation, Mu Li simply shut his mouth obediently, gave Mu Qing and Chen Xiao a look of helplessness, pulled a stool over and sat there to eat pastries.

The attitude is leisurely and comfortable, and the old god is there.

After the three of them said they were tired, Mu Li patted the pastry crumbs on her hands, and then told everyone about her natural supernatural power.

When she was five years old, she had a dream, dreaming of Bixi, one of the nine sons of Longsheng, who was carrying a granite weighing several hundred catties on his back, and told her earnestly that his mantle would be handed over to her in the future .

After waking up, Mu Li really inherited Bi Xi's infinite power.

Everyone was skeptical, but it was an undeniable fact that Mu Li could lift a wild boar weighing hundreds of catties, so they believed Mu Li's words.

However, I seriously warned Mu Li that the source of this divine power should not be known to others, lest it would lead to a fatal disaster.

What Muli didn't tell them was that in the dream, Bixi also told her that this supernatural power would keep her life safe in the future, another meaning of this sentence was that she would encounter a fatal disaster, and this ability will save her from this.

At that time, Mu Li was still young and didn't understand the deep meaning of it. When she wanted to figure it out, she never met Bixi in her dream again.

Seven years have passed, and the days are still repeated day after day. If it weren't for the lack of money at home, she would never have thought of hunting, nor would she have used her brains on wild boars.

After living a normal life, her ability will eventually be brought into the coffin by her.

No one knows.

How can life be smooth sailing.

From the current point of view, this divine power has brought Mu Li a lot of convenience, and she also uses it very smoothly.

Before lunch time, Mu Li wanted to quickly send the wild boar to Yipinxuan to sell it for a good price.

Chen Xiao brought the ox, Mu Qing brought the bridle, and after a simple assembly, the ox cart was ready.

Xiao Muxuan was the first to jump on the bullock cart, Xiao Dalang was unwilling to be left behind, but his legs were too short to climb up, Xiao Muxuan couldn't see it and stepped forward to pull him, this pull, both of them fell from the bullock cart down.

Gululu, rolled a few times.

Chen Xiao grabbed the two of them by the collars of their backs like chickens, and Xiao Muxuan and Xiao Dalang curled up their limbs, not daring to move. With a sound of dun, the two dumplings landed on the car safely.

Chen Xiao and Mu Qing sat in front and were in charge of driving the car, Mrs Lin went to the kitchen to get some cakes and handed them to Mu Li, Mrs Zhang took some cakes on the table and handed them to Mu Li for them to eat on the way.

Mu Li took the leftover baskets from the last sale together with the baskets that old man Mu had been weaving in the past two days, and took them to the car.

Although there is no market today, there are quite a few people who come and go to the town to buy things.

When they drove all the way to Yipinxuan, Xiao Muxuan and Xiao Dalang couldn't wait to get off before the meal time and the car hadn't stopped.

A sound of dun.

Another sound of dun.

Butt|butt came into close contact with Mother Earth.

Both Xiao Muxuan and Xiao Dalang were stunned for a moment, then got up as if they didn't feel anything, patted the dirt on their buttocks and ran over to Nian Muli.

Run and run, run and run.

run...

Xiao Muxuan suddenly felt something was wrong, looked down, his feet had left the ground at some point, he frowned, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Dissatisfaction was written all over his face.

Chen Xiao carried an enlarged version of ginseng fruit in one hand, and Mu Qing tied up the ox cart, picked up the basket and quickly followed.

The guy guarding the side door was the same guy from last time. Seeing Mu Li coming over with the wild boar, he was stunned. The wild boar gradually approached. When passing by him, the guy poked the wild boar with trembling hands.

"Live... alive?" He murmured with trembling lips.

When Chen Xiao passed by the clerk, he didn't know if it was the clerk's illusion. He always felt that the young man looked at him a little unkindly, as if he had touched something that shouldn't be touched.

He just touched a pig.

Shopkeeper Wan was doing the accounting in front, adding up yesterday's profit and loss, and the clerk ran over excitedly. Hearing that a live wild boar was being delivered, he hurriedly left his abacus and ran over.

Shopkeeper Wan couldn't hide his excitement, and let out a hearty laugh: "That's right, that's right, these two days I've been worrying about not having enough meat to cook, so you brought me a big gift."

Shopkeeper Wan looked around at the crowd, probably thinking that Chen Xiao was the most reliable among them. He pressed his shoulder with a "slap" and looked down at the two chickens in Chen Xiao's hand with a smile. Louder.

"Little boy, your courage is amazing; he even dared to catch a live wild boar. It's the first time I've seen a wild boar in all the years I've been running a restaurant. That's fine, don't name this wild boar anymore. You go to the front account to withdraw six taels of silver. If you have more, you will be rewarded."

"The shopkeeper." A shopkeeper secretly poked shopkeeper Wan. Shopkeeper Wan leaned over, and the shopkeeper whispered in his ear, "This young master didn't catch the wild boar."

Shopkeeper Wan raised his eyebrows, and the clerk continued: "It's the little girl next to you who has been silent all this time."

Shopkeeper Wan suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at Mu Li in disbelief, and curled his mouth in disbelief, "The little girl is as thin as a baby chicken, and I'm afraid I'll tire her out by moving a stool. , can she move it?"

"Your eyesight is bad, it's time to see a doctor."

The guy was a little aggrieved, "It's really her, I saw her come in carrying a wild boar with my own eyes."

Shopkeeper Wan suddenly heard the joke, sneered, and immediately changed his face, scolding: "You said that your eyesight is not good, you are still out of breath, right?"

The guy suddenly didn't dare to speak.

Xiao Muxuan who despises Shopkeeper Wan: ...Looking at the way your eyes are dim, you can tell that you have no vision.

Xiao Dalang shook his head unteachable.

"Pfft", Mu Li laughed out loud.

It was very tacit, and no one explained it.

Mu Li took the basket from Mu Qing and stuffed it all into the clerk's arms. The clerk looked up at her: "Is this all for us?"

There are more than a dozen baskets. You can tell by this method that an old bamboo craftsman has weaved them. The quality is good, and it will not break after ten years of use.

Unexpectedly, the little girl was quite good, so she began to curry favor with his shopkeeper.

Pulling the corners of his mouth away, Mu Li said, "These are sold to you, the big one is fifteen yuan, the small one is ten yuan, a total of two hundred yuan, plus pork money, a total of sixty-two or two hundred yuan."

The guy was dumbfounded, "No...it wasn't for us?"

"Will there be pies in the sky?" Mu Li asked without answering, looking at him with a smile.

Before the buddy came back to his senses, he subconsciously shook his head.

"That's right. Since I won't lose the pie, and I'm not a bad person, why did I give you baskets?"

"Then we don't want it anymore." The man wanted to send it back to Mu Li.

Mu Li backed away, opening the distance between the two of them, the clerk was empty and had no choice but to continue holding the basket.

Mu Li said: "You have touched all these things and they are second-hand. How can I sell them? As the saying goes, things that have been touched by hands are like water poured out, and you want to take them back? It's a good idea. "

Now not only the guy was stunned, even Mu Qing, Xiao Muxuan and Xiao Dalang were also stunned.

They agreed that Mu Li was too shameless.

However, Chen Xiao felt that what Mu Li said was reasonable, seeing Chen Xiao still nodded seriously, Mu Qing, Xiao Muxuan and Xiao Dalang were stunned again.

Shopkeeper Wan was also stunned for a moment, then stroked the stubble that had just grown out, and looked at Mu Li with the same eyes as if he looked at someone of the same kind, and Mu Li was terrified by him.

Shopkeeper Wan gave a "tsk" and said appreciatively: "As the saying goes, there is no business without fraud, and no business without fraud. I think you have the potential to be a businessman. You are treacherous and slippery. We are half of the same people now." , in the future, you can sell whatever goods you have to my Yipinxuan."

Mu Li raised one eyebrow, and smiled wickedly, with calculations flashing in her bright eyes: "Since shopkeeper Wan is not afraid that I will exhaust you, my goods will be delivered to you as soon as possible in the future."

"Okay! It's a deal!" Shopkeeper Wan said loudly, "Ah San, take them down to pay the bill."

　As the novel is written here, I have to say that the data is really a true feedback of the level of strength.

　　The data is bad, and these days, I've been wondering why the data is so bad?Why is no one watching?Thinking about it makes me stressed and irritable.

　　I have always been worried that the plot is flat, there are no bright spots, and the characters are not brilliant enough; looking at other people's writing, the words are still those words, but those words are like magic, there is a kind of magic that makes you unable to stop at all.

　　I'm curious, how do they do it?
　　I also want to be like them and let my words be full of magic.

　　But I still can't seem to do it now.

　　I was thinking, how exactly should I write to do this step.

　　I can't become fat if I eat one bite, so I can only keep changing and exploring with this problem.

　　To be honest, every time I finish writing and post it on the website, I belatedly realize that my writing is not good, and then I can't help complaining to myself: What the hell are you writing!The plot is flat, flat, and there are no bright spots. How can I write such a thing.

　　But when I went to write next time, I was immersed in the creation, immersed in the story, and then I was moved by myself, and felt that I wrote extremely well, and then published it again, and complained about myself again.

　　I seem to be stuck in a vicious circle.

　　Looking back now, it seems that an important part is missing-creating with questions.

　　So I discarded the manuscript I wrote yesterday.

　　With this chapter, but the same, I am not satisfied, the difference is that I am satisfied with one or two points, although there are still eight or nine points, but this can be regarded as an improvement.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)