Portable Space: Small Peasant Girls Farm to Get Rich

The breeze passes through the alley, and the warm sun bathes the body.

On Xinxian County Street, the bustling buyers kept wandering, and the sellers who yelled repeatedly tried their best to win customers, so it was very lively.

On the main street of the county seat, a woman stood outside the shop and yelled something. Suddenly, the surrounding businessmen started running quickly.

"Quick, baby." The woman pulled out the money bag and handed it to the man. After hugging the little boy next to her in her arms, she quickly moved aside, letting the person running up behind her escape.

The man took the money and ran away under the expectant eyes of the woman.

Not long after, at both ends of the main street, except for a few people who were anxiously waiting for something, they all ran towards the middle of the main street.

"Three hundred catties of polished rice, fifty catties of white flour, silver, I have silver." A young servant was caught in the crowd, struggling and shouting.

"Guest officer, today's rice is half price, and each person can buy up to [-] catties. If it's too much, you can't do it." Zhou Xiuyun's vermilion lips parted slightly, and she smiled gently, no one who saw it could bear to refute.

"I'll buy twenty catties, twenty catties!" The man squeezed to the front, seeing the boy in a daze, he hastily handed out the money bag, and shouted at Zhou Xiuyun.

Zhou Xiuyun raised her eyes and smiled, pinched the purse with her white and slender fingers, and said bluntly, "Please wait a moment, this guest officer, the shop assistant will pack it for you right away."

"Thank you, thank you." The man was grateful and happy.

These twenty catties of white rice can be eaten for a month or two if you save them.

He heard yesterday that white rice has the effect of strengthening the body and preventing wind and cold, but he didn't know if it was true.

If the rice noodles are really effective, then he will not buy herbs for typhoid fever in the future.

"Guest officer, here is the twenty catties of rice you want. You can take it and don't throw it away." Zhou Xiuyun showed a beautiful face, and ordered the waiter to hand over the rice to the man, and said something.

"No, no, the shopkeeper is busy." The man took the sack from the waiter's hand, and thanked Zhou Xiuyun happily.

Zhou Xiuyun smiled lightly and turned her gaze to the crowd.

"Shopkeeper, I want forty catties, and I'll give you the money." The servant anxiously handed the money bag to Zhou Xiuyun, for fear of missing it again.

Zhou Xiuyun took it with raised eyebrows, and motioned to the shop assistant.

Soon, the clerk brought forty catties of rice. He looked at the crowd outside the grain shop, his eyes rolled around, but he didn't remember anyone.

"Treasurer Zhou, which guest officer's rice grain?"

"This little brother's." Zhou Xiuyun pointed to the boy who was pushed aside, and replied with a smile.

Today, four thousand catties of rice and two thousand catties of flour are prepared in the grain store, enough to sell at least 150 buyers.

And people kept coming to the grain shop one after another, so the total of [-] catties of rice noodles might not be enough.

The girl said, what kind of half-hunger marketing is this?

"Everyone, don't squeeze, don't get hurt." Zhou Xiuyun looked at the crowded people below with her beautiful eyes, and kindly reminded her.

Today's grain store offers a half-price discount. I don't know if these people are here for the price, or because of the publicity for the grain.

She especially remembered that the girl said that the grain she bought from outside was different, so the price had to be a little bit higher, so she couldn't sell it cheaply.

At first I was dubious about the girl's words, thinking she was joking, but one day, my menstruation was painful, and I remembered what the girl said, so I tried it without hope. generally.

After that, she never felt that what Liu Qingcao said was a joke.

……

An hour and a half later, the clerk in the shop came out carrying a bag of rice noodles, and said to Zhou Xiuyun:

"The shopkeeper, I still have the last one hundred catties of white rice, so there is no food in the shop." The shopkeeper looked at the rows of buyers, feeling a burst of surprise in his heart.

This is too much!

Zhou Xiuyun heard the words, asked the assistant to watch outside, and went into the backyard of the grain shop by herself.

"Girl, the number you said will be sold out immediately." Zhou Xiuyun turned to Liu Qingcao who was sitting at the table, and blessed her graceful, plump figure with a provocative voice.

"You give these to the guests who didn't buy food." Liu Qingcao got up and went to the guest room, and moved a basket from the room.

Zhou Xiuyun looked at the basket in confusion.

The girl asked her to come to her when it was almost sold out, and she had something to say to her.

But without saying a word, what do the things in the basket mean?
Is it possible to take the opportunity to sell something?Zhou Xiuyun thought to herself.

Liu Qingcao saw her raising her willow eyebrows in confusion, and said with a smile.

"Treasurer Zhou, these small items, you will distribute them to those buyers who are still queuing up to buy our rice."

Zhou Xiuyun looked at the various small purses in the basket, and was surprised for a moment.

"Girl, this little thing is worth a lot of money, right!?" Zhou Xiuyun smiled, but her eyes were full of strong reluctance and disapproval.

Liu Qingcao shook her head, smiled slightly and said:
"It's all small money, it doesn't matter."

"Girl, in Xinxian County, this purse can be sold for a very high price, one can be worth three catties of rice..." Zhou Xiuyun reminded with a sigh.

She liked this purse very much at the beginning, but after Jiang Chuanhai's death, the two of them were kicked out of Jiang's mansion by the eldest brother, and since then she has no more money to buy things she likes.

Fortunately, they met the girl, so they didn't freeze to death in the winter snow.

"It's okay, those who give away will always earn back." Seeing her envious eyes, Liu Qingcao picked an emerald green round bag with pleats, looked at it in her hand, and handed it to her.

"This one is good. It suits you very well. Other styles are also good-looking. You can choose some for yourself and keep them."

"Yes, girl." Zhou Xiuyun couldn't hide her joy, and accepted it in a cheerful and tender voice.

Liu Qingcao smiled and watched her like a little girl, picking out her favorite things in the basket.

"Girl, I'll keep these three." Zhou Xiuyun held them preciously in her hand, and stroked them from time to time. The corners of her eyes were lowered, her eyebrows were curved, which looked very different from her usual delicate beauty.

"Just keep a few more if you like them, they are going to be given away anyway." Liu Qingcao knew that she knew how to measure, but this purse was meant to be given away, so why not give her a few more?
However, Zhou Xiuyun shook her head and said gratefully.

"Girl, just these three are fine."

"That's fine, I'll leave it to you first, and I'll come back in a few days." Liu Qingcao paused, looked at her beautiful face, hesitated, and half reminded.

"If something happens, go to the ruined temple outside the city to find Pan Yong. In case of emergency, the beggars outside the door can also use it."

Zhou Xiuyun slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes were full of puzzlement.

Pan Yong?

What is he doing in the ruined temple outside the city?
Although she was full of doubts, she didn't ask much.

"Yes, girl." Zhou Xiuyun kept Liu Qingcao's words in his heart, just in case.

……

"Late autumn, the girl is gone?" Zhou Xiuyun asked immediately after she came in from the grain store and didn't see Liu Qingcao.

"After walking for a while, the girl asked me to give this to you, and told you to take it with you. The girl also said that this thing should not be wet." Wan Qiu took out a wooden sign, and agreed with Liu Qingcao's confession. Zhou Xiuyun.

Zhou Xiuyun took the wooden sign and held it in his hand to take a closer look. This wooden sign was made of sandalwood, and it was clearly engraved on it——Zhou Xiuyun. Yuezao Grain Shop, seven small characters.

"The girl didn't say anything else?" Zhou Xiuyun asked.

Wan Qiu shook her head, thought of something, and nodded, "The girl said this thing can save her life, so she told you to keep it safe, and didn't say anything else."

Zhou Xiuyun's eyes flashed, and she picked up the wooden sign and shook it by her ear.

"I see." Zhou Xiuyun received the wooden sign with a smile on her face.