The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 22 It's nice to be rich!

Hearing Qiao Maimai's words, Qiao Changshun rubbed his rough palms, and lowered his head in shame.

"You take the money you earn."

Qiao Xiaomai hummed, and went to her own room with the basket as she should, and said casually, "Father, I'll go to town with rice tomorrow and come back to do some shopping."

"Okay." Qiao Changshun nodded and had no objection.

He knows how to work hard. He used to be the housekeeper of Zhuang Lvhe, but now Zhuang Lvhe is changed to Qiao Mai. He has no objection.

Qiao Xiaomai entered the room without lighting the oil lamp. With the moonlight outside the window, she put the silver and copper coins in the basket into the space, leaving only one hundred copper coins outside.

When she lived in a thatched cottage, Mrs. Sun had visited the house many times to search for the belongings in the house, so she had to put them away.

The mung bean cake didn't taste very good. She didn't eat enough, so she ate another piece of bread. After eating, she lay down under the blanket, took out the flashlight and notebook, and began to make plans for making a fortune in the future.

Writing and drawing until late at night, I put the flashlight and notebook back in the space and was about to go to bed when I heard a suppressed cry.

It's Qiao Changshun.

The man who had been foolish and filial for half his life, under the dual pressure of a broken leg and his wife running away, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Qiao Mai closed her eyes and concentrated on sleeping.

She doesn't persuade, it's better to feel uncomfortable, and only when you feel uncomfortable will you change.

The next morning, she got up early, drank porridge and pancakes again, and after breakfast, she soaked the five catties of soybeans she bought yesterday, and then she carried Qiao Dami to the town with a basket on her back.

She still received many strange sights along the way, but she pretended not to see them all.

Qiao Dami was young, so he stopped and walked all the way, and when he reached the town, the sun was already high.

There are many stalls on the street selling early food, steaming steamed buns, fragrant omelets, oily fried cakes, and all kinds of aromas keep drilling into the nose.

Qiao Xiaomai led Qiao Dami to a steamed bun stall, and bought four meat buns for two yuan. The meat was pork, but more than half of them were green onions, and the skin was white flour, without any wheat skin. The buns of later generations are exactly the same.

Qiao Maimai and Qiao Dami gnawed on the meat buns and walked slowly towards Jiweiju.

Qiao Dami quickly finished eating two buns, and his little mouth was stained with a lot of oil. He patted his stomach contentedly, "I'm so full."

It's not about drinking water to get full.

It's not like eating wild vegetables, gnawing wheat bran, taking a mouthful of bitterness and stabbing the throat without oil and water.

The delicate mung bean cake served with sweet potato porridge for breakfast, and now he ate two oily meat buns, he licked the corners of his mouth, looked up at Qiao Mai with a smile, "Sister, it's nice to be rich!"

Qiao Mai looked into his bright eyes, couldn't help but smiled and touched his belly, "Yes, so let's work hard to make money, and we can't tell grandma that we are rich."

When mentioning Mrs. Sun, the smile on Qiao Dami's face disappeared, and he nodded his head heavily, his face was full of determination, "Okay!"

When they arrived at Jiweiju, Shopkeeper He greeted the two siblings with a smile. The starch had been drying outside, whether it was jelly or vermicelli, they all tasted great.

He had already sent people to collect the sweet potatoes yesterday, and they stored them all in the yard, which was enough for Jiwei to last for two months.

"Here, five taels of silver, take it." Starch was fine, so he was happy to give the money.

Qiao Maimai took it, and remembered the pork and green onion stuffed buns he ate just now, and said, "Boss, you can steam buns with vermicelli and pork. It tastes great."

The scallion taste is too overbearing, lingering in the mouth, or pork vermicelli is better.

　Beautiful girls, how about adding your fingers to the bookshelf? (*^__^*)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)