The door of farming is wrong

Sensing Uncle Wen's probing eyes, Tang Chi smiled and said: "The children of poor families are already in charge of the family, and I have to be like this if I want to live alone. Don't be surprised."

In the final analysis, it is all forced by life.

Thinking of this, Uncle Wen looked at Tang Chi with a trace of pity.He stroked his mustache and pondered for a while.

Tang Chi raised his head and stared at Uncle Wen, waiting for an answer.

"I can't decide this matter, I have to ask the county magistrate first."

Tang Chi breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little disappointed.

"So, come back to deliver the mushrooms at the beginning of next month, and I'll give you an answer."

"Okay!" Tang Chi was naturally happy to be able to give mushrooms one more time.

Tang Chi touched the money in his arms and left. Afterwards, he remembered that he opened his eyes and told nonsense to the housekeeper. It was really terrible.

For the next half month, Tang Chi confessed nervously to the plants in the ground every day.

In fact, farming is the most high-end setting. How to sell things in exchange for the most money without offending people is a science.Before entering the setting of farming, she should first study in the house to practice her brain.

The heroine who has never played house fighting is not good at farming.

"Boom boom boom——"

One afternoon, when Tangchi was confessing to the dishes from all over the place, there was a knock on the door.

Unable to figure out who would be looking for her, she opened the door suspiciously.

"Who is it—brother?" Seeing the sweet potato boy standing at the door, Tang Chi was taken aback.

She didn't expect that it would be the sweet potato boy.

"Sister Tangchi, I just came to see you." The sweet potato boy still liked to blush as before.

"Come in!" Tang Chi opened the door and let him in.

But the sweet potato boy shook his head. "No, I can't. My father has to find me later, so I'll just come and see."

The smile on Tang Chi's face paused, and then he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's good if you can come and see me, I'm fine."

The sweet potato boy looked at Tangchi, nodded, and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Then I'll go first."

Tang Chi nodded and watched him leave with complicated emotions.

Sweet Potato Boy and the original Tangchi should be childhood sweethearts, he likes Tangchi, right...

At the end of the month, Tangchi went to the mountains to pick mushrooms, and I was very pleased to see each matsutake growing big and white.

She thought that if the negotiation was successful, she would give away mushrooms in the future. The county magistrate and the others had all studied, so they shouldn't care too much about her, a little village girl.

But Tang Chi is too sincere and thinks too well of people.In fact, many times, scholars are the ones who care about the most.

On the day of the first month of the month, she carried a basket full of matsutake and mushrooms, and entered the city with expectations for the future and repentance for the past.

She still found the back door of the magistrate's house familiarly, and then knocked on the door, Liu Shi came out and let her in.

All movements are so coherent, so natural, as if touching one's own home.But I don't know if she will have a chance in the future.

"Girl, wait here. Uncle Wen said you're here and let me call him."

Tang Chi nodded, put down the bamboo basket and stood where he was, his heart fluctuated up and down, so he had to look left and right.

She knelt down again and looked at her mushrooms and matsutake, hoping that Uncle Wen and the county magistrate would accept her mushrooms when they saw that the matsutake had grown so well, and even if they found out that she had been dishonest in the future, they would not follow her She cares.

"I still have to go into the house and fight with people to hone my skills."

No wonder she is becoming more and more honest, facing a piece of dumb mushrooms and vegetables all day long, her brain is useless, and it gradually becomes difficult.

"What does fighting with people have to do with selling mushrooms?"

Hearing a strange voice, Tang Chi turned her head and saw a young man in his 20s walking towards her.