Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 810
"Auntie, auntie..." Sanwazi's face was full of spring breeze, and when he ran, the wind was blowing under his feet, and his face was dripping with sweat. Before Chen Rou could see clearly what was in Sanwazi's pocket, Sanwazi tripped over a stone under his feet After a fall, the person rushed forward. Looking at his tonnage, Chen Rou thought for a while, but decided to cover her head and let Sanwazi fall into a dog eating mud.

With a "bang", Sanwazi fell to the ground, his thick fat slapped on the muddy ground, splashing waves of dust, and the things in his pockets were scattered because of this movement, Chen Rou first smelled it The sweet-scented osmanthus, and the scattered osmanthus.

Sanwazi picked the sweet-scented osmanthus and dropped it all over the floor. His face collapsed immediately. Regardless of the pain in his hands and legs, he grabbed the sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with mud and spread it in front of Chen Rou.

"Auntie, can this be used as an osmanthus cake?"

"..."

Even the pain couldn't stop Sanwazi's foodie nature, Chen Rou looked helpless.

"Let's go, let's go pick again. I just need some dried osmanthus, but I don't know how to make osmanthus cake." Chen Rou replied truthfully.

Sanwazi's head drooped immediately, Sanwazi was caught by her mother recently today to learn how to butcher a pig with his father, white knives go in and red knives come out, he doesn't want to do it, so his dad does it directly Banzi also asked him to feed the pigs and clean up the pig manure every day. When the two of them went to the town today, Sanwazi sneaked out and wanted Chen Rou to cook something delicious to reward himself.

Chen Rou didn't immediately comfort Sanwazi who looked hurt, but took a basket, scissors, and a piece of clean cloth from home, and asked Sanwazi to pick some sweet-scented osmanthus.

Sanwazi stood still and refused to move. Without the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he had no motivation.

Chen Rou stepped forward alone, walked for a while, and then spoke. "Shen Zhuo seems to know how to do it."

As soon as Sanwazi heard it, his saliva immediately flowed out. How could he forget that Uncle Shen Zhuo is the one who cooks the best food in the whole world.

Sanwazi, who changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, immediately got up and followed behind Chen Rou.

There is an osmanthus tree at the head of Liu Village that has been growing for decades, and it blooms every August. People in the village rarely touch those osmanthus, so they let them fall to the ground year after year.

Chen Rou took out the prepared cloth, tied one end of the cloth to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and she and San Wazi each held the other end, then picked up the bamboo pole picked up on the ground, and pulled it at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. It was raining, and it all fell in front of Chen Ruan and San Wazi.

Osmanthus cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus sachets are Chen Rou's plans. Osmanthus cakes are naturally eaten and will not be sold. After all, this kind of cake is too common, and most people will not buy it. Osmanthus sachets are good. There are still mosquitoes in Tian'er, so it's worth a lot of money. As for insect control, I probably have to go back to find Shen Zhuo.

Sanwazi's eyes widened. It took him a whole morning to pick the sweet-scented osmanthus in his pocket. Chen Rou made a piece of cloth, spread it out directly under the tree, and just tapped a few sticks on the tree.

After the cloth bag was full, Chen Rou poured the sweet-scented osmanthus into the basket, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, smelling the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and before Chen Rou could enjoy it enough, Feng Guihua walked towards Chen Rou in a hurry rushed over.

Sanwazi yelled when he saw Feng Guihua who was like a madman. "Auntie, Aunt Tiger is here."

Sanwazi, like the other partners, was still a little afraid of Feng Guihua, otherwise he would not have asked Gouwa to go out to play in the past, and he had thought about it for a long time.

Chen Rou poured out the last bit of osmanthus, looked at the full basket, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's time to go back, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)