Traveling through the barren years, picking up space, picking up food, drinking and picking up husba

Chapter 56 Want to smash the stall?Phew, I have someone above me!

Mrs. Cen was not used to this stinking problem, and slapped the table: "What rules? You should tell my old lady!"

The two strong men looked at each other, and then looked at the old and the young and the young, and they could kill each other with a single finger.

Rubbing his legs: "You newcomers, the rule is to charge some land rent, maybe not more than a day and a half."

"What?" Mrs. Cen's eyes widened, and she slapped her up: "You just asked me to give you this stall, why do you accept it? You are not an officer!"

"Tell you old woman, officers and soldiers have to listen to me!" The rampant them were anxious, and took the money directly.

The people around pretended they didn't see it, so who dared to offend these two scoundrels.

"You are not allowed to steal our money." Cen Abao, like a little tiger, bared his fangs and bit down on the man's hand.

"Mother, you dead girl, I'll kill you!" Before the slap fell, the screams came out first, and Qi Zeyao snapped his wrist.

"Brother, smash, smash his stall!"

Cen Abao ran away with his eyes wide open, and led the soldiers before returning: "Come on, take it down!"

Several walking soldiers tore him apart and kicked him on the ground: "How dare you say that we are officials and listen to you, disturb our reputation, take them away, and beat them hard!"

Cen Abao immediately gave a thumbs up: "It's so majestic."

Yao Da Bing likes to hear others praise himself, so he slipped his back straight: "I have reported your business to the stall manager in the morning. This is the permission deed. Don't forget to pay taxes every month."

The stroller took a very long brush, dipped it in red, drew a circle on the ground, and wrote the character 'Cen': "It's yours for the time being, and it will be crossed out later."

They feel at ease, looking at the other hawkers, they are completely different from the virtues that have nothing to do with them just now.

Old Madam Cen curled her lips: "This is to see that we know Liu Dabing, and no one will bully us in the future."

In the morning, because of the troubles of the two thieves, not many were sold, so they only sold fifty coins.

At noon, Mrs. Cen took out the rice dumplings and pancakes made by Li Xiang, and the whole family ate them with hot water. In the afternoon, there were not many people, and they were sparse.

Cen Abao encouraged Mrs. Cen: "Grandma, I can't help but those people go home to cook at noon. In the evening, there are many people appointed at night."

It really came as Cen Abao said, and it was only Shen Shi's effort, the master.

The burning fire never stopped.

The sound of sizzling oil.

The minced garlic is stir-fried to produce a peculiar fragrance.

The sound of clams clattering and clattering.

Cen Abao was in a hurry to wipe old lady Cen's sweat. There were so many dishes that they couldn't clean them. Some kind-hearted hawkers borrowed more than ten dishes from them, which relieved the urgent need.

The sun was slowly setting, and the last clam was sold out, and some people didn't rush at all: "Tomorrow, please be early."

After they cleared up the stall and left, some hawkers picked up the minced garlic that they accidentally dropped before frying the clams and tasted it: "Bah bah, it's so spicy, how delicious it is."

When we reached the entrance of the town, we saw Mrs. Cen limping and walking up quickly: "Mother, why did you just come back, we've been thinking about it since we left home."

When the eldest son came, he gave up the ox cart: "It's almost in the afternoon. It's a bit late. It's good. It's all sold out."

When they got home, the whole family gathered around the table and looked at Mrs. Cen counting the copper coins with her fingers: "Hey, I didn't expect to earn more than 500 coins a day."

"Okay, the money from selling ginseng last time was all used to buy food, vegetables, and seeds, and there is nothing left. Now that we have a living, we will make up for what should be lacking slowly." Old lady Cen said, I am afraid of running away from famine, I always feel that I have to save something to feel safe.

"Grandma, let's scratch and pull all the seafood that no one wants at the beach, and designate more delicious ones." Cen Abao thought about it, everyone loves the new and dislikes the old. the top of the ah.

Boss Cen groaned and took the second and third child with him.

Cen Abao thought of something, and patted the old lady Cen: "Grandma, although we have a lot of garlic, but there are too many that can't be used. If there is not enough, the business will be a yellow stall."

"Then how?"

"Grandma, let's plant it. The hottest time has passed. The garlic grows fast, and it will come out in a month or two." Cen Abao pushed it to Qi Zeyao: "His nanny has a lot of books, and there are strange things in it. Weird things, he has a good brain, he has memorized them all, and he knows what they are."

Soak the garlic cloves in warm water for six hours, then take out the soaked garlic cloves, cut off the bottom stem, peel off the skin, bury the garlic cloves with their heads up, water them, and wait.

Their front and back yards are huge, and they planted garlic at the back. Cen Abao was worried: "Grandma, we should build a shed to block the garlic cloves so that no one can see them. This is our family's secret recipe."

Mrs. Cen thought it made sense, and greeted her sons who had just returned from catching seafood to the backyard: "Build a wooden shelf, make a big shed, and surround these precious bumps."

"I'll go to town tomorrow and buy some tarpaulins to cover."

"Get another dog, whoever dares to believe it and open it will let the dog bite him to death."

Mrs. Cen went back to the house again: "There are not many seafood."

"Mom, there's no place to let it go."

Cen Abao blinked after hearing this, she has a place to put it, her space has opened the function of storing things, and she plans to collect them all.

Cen Abao crouched in front of the basket to see that in addition to clams, there were oysters and various snails.

The oysters are fresh, she wants to cry just looking at what is written in the book.

Look left and right, and fill the space with oysters while no one is whizzing.

This magic pen is a cleanliness obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it will help to classify things when they are put in, and put them neatly.

Before going to bed, Mrs. Cen took out the copper plate and turned it over and over for a while before falling asleep.

Sunset and sunrise, the long-awaited morning came again.

This time, a few people had just arrived at the stall, and yesterday a peddler who sneakily picked up raw garlic on the ground came over, smiled and said, "Fry a plate for me and try it."

"to make."

The hawker ate it, hey, the raw garlic is unpalatable, but the cooked garlic is so delicious.

He chattered like: "Where did you get this garlic? Sell me some."

Mrs. Cen understood what he meant: "We had this thing before we fled the famine. If we sell it, we can't do it now, because we don't have much left. Let's plant it and see how much we can have."

Yep, if you accidentally get bald, you can plant them.

The peddler borrowed the ladder to climb up again, and said flickeringly: "I said, Auntie, what a trouble you are, you just give me the garlic, and then tell me how to grow it, and it will be fine, it will save you trouble."

Mrs. Cen put down the things in her hand, and looked at him not amusedly: "Your steamed stuffed bun business is also pretty good, what's the meat stuffing like, tell me."

"Can that work?"

The old lady Cen snorted: "You can't do it, why should we do it, let's go, don't get in the way!"

"My dear grandson, look, this is a person who wants to use our family's secret recipe."

"Grandma, I see that his eyes are not righteous, and he is walking around, so we have to guard against him."

(End of this chapter)