Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 505
So he ran to the gate of Si Qing's small courtyard and stopped.

Looking at the baskets of vegetables in the courtyard, everyone was so greedy that they could only stand at the gate of the courtyard and probe their brains.

Si Qing was leading Mrs. Wu in the courtyard to count how many baskets of vegetables had been delivered this time, when she heard rustling at the door, and when she looked up, she saw all the villagers standing outside the courtyard door stretching their necks and peeping in. .

He simply asked everyone to come in and help: "What are you doing standing at the door? Come in and help check the vegetables in the basket."

"Ah? Auntie, do you mean us?" The villagers outside the door did not respond.

Si Qing nodded his head, opened his jade-like eyes, and said childishly: "Yes, these dishes are all for sale, and the money for sale is yours, so you naturally want to help."

The villagers were taken aback when they heard this.

Then surprise appeared on his face: "Grandma, do you mean that these vegetables can be sold for money?"

"Did we hear correctly?"

"Can vegetables be sold for silver?"

In fact, no wonder everyone was surprised.

When the green vegetables are kept warm, they are simply worthless things, the kind that can't even be exchanged for an egg in the town.

Everyone has formed this cognitive habit. Even though it is winter, they subconsciously did not change their previous cognition.

Now that my aunt said that she would sell silver, wouldn't you be surprised?
But Secretary Si didn't have the patience to explain their doubts to everyone.

He just waved his little hand and directed Mrs. He to take the women in the village to check the vegetables in the baskets.

Pick out all the rotten ones, sprinkle clean water on the rest, cover them with thick cotton clothes, and ask Si Zhengping to take people directly to the county town to sell them.

Unlike other vegetables, green vegetables grow fast, but they are not durable, so they should not be stored for too long. You must seize the time and sell them while they are still fresh.

When Mrs. He led the women in the village to pick vegetables, some people couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Can these vegetables really be sold? Don't work in vain."

"Then what's the matter? If you can't sell it, you can eat it yourself. Where can you get such fresh vegetables in this winter?" Mrs. Chen replied very frankly.

Li Shi next to her heard this, but said with certainty: "Auntie said it can be sold, so it will definitely be sold!"

Liu Qiaoniang and Xiao He also nodded: "That's right, what my aunt said is never wrong, everyone hurry up and pick out the bad ones, don't waste time, it's cold now, and it will be ruined if the vegetables are frozen."

When the others heard this, they picked up vegetables faster and faster.

Si Zhengping and the elders of the Si family took advantage of the time of picking vegetables to prepare the ox cart.

Because there are so many dishes to be delivered, a bullock cart can't handle it. There are four cows in the village now, so there is no need to go to other villages to borrow a bullock cart.

Roll out the carts that pull grain at home, find a few hemp ropes, make a simple cover and put them on the cattle, and the four carts are freshly out of the oven.

The ox cart was ready, the vegetables were picked, poured with clean water to keep it fresh, and a few quilts collected from Li Erniu Si Dashan's house were taken and spread on the ox cart covered with a thick layer of wheat straw.

Everyone started working together, and soon 24 baskets of vegetables were loaded onto the bullock cart. In order to prevent them from being damaged by the frost, everyone carefully covered the vegetable baskets with quilts.

Then Si Zhengping and the other three clan elders drove the ox cart, Wang Sanlang volunteered and set off to the county together.

Si Jinsong watched his father leave excitedly in an ox cart with a complicated expression on his face.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that his aunt, a six-year-old girl, could think of so many money-making ideas.

(End of this chapter)