Chapter 41
Mi Jing was so excited by his sister yesterday, so when he woke up this morning, he woke up with his voice.

"Sister, didn't you say you would take me to make money? Why are you so lazy and still not getting up?"

Mi Qian lifted her heavy eyelids, and dreamed again last night. There were many things in the dream, and she also dreamed that she and Gu Shen were lingering all night, and she felt very ashamed thinking about it.

"The rooster hasn't crowed yet, why are you up so early?"

"The rooster didn't crow, but the pig woke up! We have to do something big, how can we get up later than the pig!"

Mi Jing puffed out his chest and argued hard. Soon, he knew the fate of waking up his sister.

Against the pain on his forehead, he sniffed, and the cool wind blew, making him shiver.

"It's so cold!"

Having been woken up by her younger brother, Mi Qian couldn't go back to sleep, so she put on her clothes tremblingly, and put on her cloth shoes after warming her feet.

"After breakfast, let's go to grandma's house."

"Why are you going to grandma's house! I just came back, and the work at grandma's house has already been done!"

Mi Jing was a little reluctant to go, because there was no one he knew in the grandmother's house, so it was boring to play.

"You don't want to make money. It just so happens that there is a way of making money in grandma's village, which is waiting for us to explore!"

Although many people still buy things from supply and marketing cooperatives, things from the black market are more popular.

The most important thing is that people who set up small stalls are gradually appearing now. She remembered that there seemed to be a lot of sunflower seeds stranded in her grandmother's village.

When planting last year, some people said that the sunflower seeds were sold well, but because too many people planted them, the sunflower seeds could not be sold at all.

"What are you two doing standing outside, drink the northwest wind, why don't you come in quickly, the sweet potatoes are ripe."

Chen Xiaohua was wearing sleeves and yelled at the two children in the yard through the wooden window.

Mi Qian and the others took two sweet potatoes in the pot, ran while eating, and planned to go to grandma's village to scout some places.

Datang Village, grandma's house.

As soon as the siblings entered the yard, they saw raincloths and sunflower seeds on the ground.

"Grandma, I'm here."

Grandma Mi Qian, who was opening the box in the house, immediately came out with a smile on her face when she heard Mi Qian's voice.

"Hey, look who's here, my big baby is here, come in quickly, grandma boiled eggs."

Mi Jing felt that she was picked up by her own mother on the street, so no one cared about her at her grandmother's house.

"Grandma, I want to eat eggs too."

"Okay, okay, eat everything, grandma will cook now."

Grandma Mi Qian saw that her grandson's pouting mouth could hang a soy sauce bottle, so she reached out and patted him on the back, then turned and went to the kitchen to cook eggs.

Grandma Mi Qian lives alone, and her son has not yet married, so she can eat and drink as she pleases, and no one will watch over her.

"Grandma, you haven't sold these sunflower seeds yet!"

As soon as Mi Qian mentioned this matter, Grandma Mi Qian became very angry.

People outside are unreliable. At that time, they said that the price of planting was high, but now all these sunflower seeds are rotten at home.

"Where it can be sold, I'm afraid that it will be dumped in the garbage at that time. It took a lot of effort to grow this sunflower. Well, not to mention the cost, it will have to be repaid."

Taking a hatchet to split some firewood, Grandma Mi Qian quickly lit the fire in the stove, poured water into the pot, and threw two eggs into it.

"Grandma, can you let me get some of your sunflower seeds, I want to use them to stir-fry melon seeds."

Not to mention, the last time I watched a movie and sold melon seeds, I actually made a lot of money in one night.

However, the melon seeds sold now are the original flavor, and there is no taste in frying melon seeds.

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(End of this chapter)

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