Space at hand: Pick up a prince to farm

Chapter 45 Passion Jam is born
"Mom, I'm going out for a while."

In the early morning, Song Chen was ready to go out with a backpack on his back.

Mrs. Song hurriedly came out of the kitchen, "Why are you going so early? You won't even eat breakfast. You should eat something quickly before leaving."

Song Chen looked at the sky outside and it seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. She didn't want others to know what she was doing, so she wanted to go out before it got bright again.

"Mom, I don't want to eat. I'm going to town. Then I can get something to eat."

"That won't work. It's still a long way to the town. You can take this and eat it on the way." Song Wangshi stuffed a big white steamed bun into Song Chen's arms without saying a word.

Song Chen was a little surprised, "Let's eat white flour steamed buns today too."

Since the family started to build a house, the workers who built the house had to eat white flour steamed buns at noon. Song Wang felt sorry for the money, so she reduced the food at home, so that Song Chen only had a full meal at noon every day.

Song Wang was a little embarrassed when Song Chen said this, "Don't you have white-flour steamed buns to eat every day? Why do you have to eat them every now and then, you little glutton?"

Song Chen smiled and took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand, "Your body is the key to wealth. Mom, I really have to leave."

"Okay, you go, just be careful on the road." Mrs. Song did not ask her where she was going, but only told her to pay attention to safety.

This was her absolute trust in Song Chen. She knew that no matter where Song Chen went, he would never come up with crooked ideas like other people's children.

After exercising up and down the mountain during this period, coupled with the transformation of her body by the spatial spring water, Song Chen's steps are now much faster.

This time it only took an hour to see the edge of the town.

The big white steamed bun he had eaten on the road was almost digested by now. Song Chen simply found a place to rest for a while, preparing to drink some water before continuing.

As a result, as soon as she took out the bamboo tube Song Dashan made for her, she heard sarcastic sounds in her ears.

"Hey, isn't this Song Chen? Seeing that your family is building a house and having such a big battle, why don't you take an ox cart when you come to town? It only costs a few copper coins to go back and forth, so why bother to save like this."

Song Chen glanced at the person who spoke, said nothing, and continued to drink water.

"I'm afraid I don't actually have that much money on hand. What's the point of showing off without money?" Seeing that she was ignoring him, the man curled his lips and continued.

Song Chen raised his sleeve and wiped the water droplets from the corner of his mouth, "Who stipulated that if you have money, you must ride in an ox cart?"

"There are no rules, but anyone who is not stupid knows that there is no need to walk if you have money. Oops, I forgot, you were a fool before."

The other people in Beiguan Village who were on the bullock cart couldn't stand hearing this.

"Widow Zhou, are you still talking humanly? Why did Song Chen offend you? If you want to speak to her like this, please have some moral integrity."

Song Chen accepted the favor and said, "Aunt He, thank you. Does Widow Zhou hate me for ruining her good deeds? If I had known, I shouldn't have spoken for her. I have never seen what tattoos look like on my face. Woolen cloth?"

With a simple sentence, Widow Zhou's arrogant attitude was instantly put away.

Song Chen was right, she just hated Song Chen for ruining her good deeds. If Song Chen hadn't suddenly ran out, she would have got on the carriage.

There is no need to make a living in Beiguan Village at this moment.

As soon as she saw Song Chen, she felt angry. She actually forgot that the man was helping Song Chen's family build a house.

I don’t know what’s going on with that man. He looks so handsome, wearing a robe and riding a carriage. Who would have thought that he is actually a craftsman who builds houses.

Not only did it make her happy for nothing, but her reputation in Beiguan Village was completely ruined.

The speed of the ox cart itself is not very fast. The driver will be more careful when approaching the town. The driver simply stopped the ox cart at this time and said, "Sister Chen, come up. I will give you a ride."

"No, thank you, Uncle Wu. I'll take a rest before walking. There are only a few steps left." Song Chen politely refused.

Most of the people riding on ox-carts were women. These people like to sit around and ask questions. This is why Song Chen did not ride on ox-carts before.

When someone asks, if you don't tell them, you are looking down on others or being disrespectful.

But it's obviously her own business. If she wants to say something, she can say it. If she doesn't want to say something, she can't. What does it have to do with others?
Uncle Wu who drives the oxcart is not from Beiguan Village, but from a neighboring village who drives oxcarts to nearby villages all year round to earn money. He often has an ear for some big and small things that happen in Beiguan Village.

He also knew about Widow Zhou, so now that Song Chen didn't want to come up, he didn't force him.

He drove the bullock cart and left first.

Song Chen sat for a while and saw that there was no one around anymore, so he moved the previously prepared passion fruit jam from the space into the backpack.

The burden on my shoulders suddenly became a lot heavier.

It was a good thing that there was space, otherwise she would have been exhausted even if she had to carry such a heavy thing all the way from Beiguan Village to the town.

But Song Chen's first destination when he arrived in town was not the grocery store.

Instead, we came to the largest dim sum shop in town.

Although Song Chen's clothes were no longer patched at this moment, the materials for the clothes were still the cheap ones they had bought themselves at the beginning.The shopkeeper of the dim sum shop frowned when he saw Song Chen come in.

This kind of people usually come to the store just because they are addicted to the eyes and have no money to buy anything. The store has no objection to such people coming to the store. They can't touch anything when they come in. Only some noble people don't want to see it.

"Little girl, if you want to do it, come back later. There are a lot of customers right now."

The big families in the town usually come early in the morning to make selections. Sometimes they send their servants, and sometimes they come by themselves when they are bored.

"What are you looking at? What are you looking at?" Song Chen didn't understand what he meant.

"What are you looking at? Isn't it just because you are greedy and your eyes are addicted to watching it? Just like that, you are thirsty or something."

"Looking at the plum blossoms to quench my thirst? Are you saying that I want to eat snacks and come to your shop to look at the plum blossoms to quench my thirst?" Song Chen chuckled.

This guy had thought a lot and was so considerate that he asked her to come back later.

The guy's face turned red when Song Chen smiled like this, "What about that, aren't you?"

Song Chen shook his head, "I have something to ask your shopkeeper, can you please help me?"

The waiter saw that Song Chen really wasn't here to have sex, or maybe he felt a little embarrassed that he had misunderstood her before, so he called the shopkeeper over at the top of his lungs.

"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper, there's something going on here."

The shopkeeper of the pastry shop ran over as soon as he put down his work, "Why are you shouting at the top of your lungs like this? Don't you see so many customers here?"

The clerk touched his head in embarrassment, "I'll remember it next time. Shopkeeper, this little girl said she has something to do with you."

The shopkeeper of the dim sum shop glanced at Song Chen, the reproach in his eyes faded away, and his attitude was still kind, "Girl, I wonder what you want to see me for?"

"Shopkeeper, I have something I want to show you. I wonder if you are interested."

This pastry shop left a good impression on Song Chen. Although it did not treat everyone equally, it did not exclude her because of her dress.

"Girl, I'm really sorry. As you've seen, everything in our shop is made by specialized masters. Everything is very exquisite. I'm afraid we won't be able to get your stuff."

She is not the only one like Song Chen who wants to sell things in the shop. The shopkeeper of this pastry shop has also encountered some things before. Although they taste good, they do not look good and cannot be sold in the shop.

"Are you sure that the shopkeeper will refuse without taking a look at my things first?" Song Chen tilted his head and looked at him playfully.

"I won't look at the things. Little girl, it's not too late now. You can go to the market in the town and set up a place. Someone there will definitely buy it."

The shopkeeper gave Song Chen an idea.

"Shopkeeper, I have to do this business with you today." Song Chen thought he was pretty good.

The shopkeeper of the pastry shop was a little dumbfounded by her. Before he saw it, it was the busiest time of the day for the shop.

"If you don't do this, how many things do you have, and I will buy them for you personally, do you think so?"

After forcing everyone to do this, Song Chen didn't care anymore and took out a jar of passion fruit jam from his backpack and put it on the counter.

The appearance of the white porcelain jar made the shopkeeper of the pastry shop a little surprised. It cannot be said that such a jar is not exquisite.

Song Chen saw his reaction in his eyes and thought to himself, what will surprise you is yet to come.

I looked at the dim sum shop and saw that there were quite a few customers inside.

"Shopkeeper, please open it and take a look?"

This time, the shopkeeper of the pastry shop opened the lid of the jar without saying a word, and the sweet smell soon spread throughout the pastry shop.

The shopkeeper's hand holding the lid shook.

"What is this, so sweet?"

Other customers in the store also smelled this strange fragrance and came over one after another.

"Shopkeeper Zhong, what a good thing this is, it tastes so tempting."

"Yes, Shopkeeper Zhong, you are being rude. We have been regular customers of your store for more than ten years. Why don't you let us know if you have something good? The smell of this makes me want to take a bite. It smells like fruit, but I can’t tell which one it is.”

These words from a regular customer made Shopkeeper Zhong helpless, "Everyone, why would I hide something good? I must have sent people to various prefectures to inform them immediately. Didn't I just see it?" "

Shopkeeper Zhong pointed to the white porcelain jar in front of him. Everyone looked around and saw that the flawless white jar contained most of a golden syrup-like substance.

"Are these small black particles sesame seeds? How did you boil this syrup? How can it be so sweet?"

(End of this chapter)