Bandit girl unscrupulous: kidnap a prince to farm

Chapter 20
So the radishes that had not been buried for a long time were picked up again. The small ones were all cut into hob flowers to make spicy flower radishes, and the big ones were sliced ​​and changed into slices except for some fried vegetables and seeds. After marinating, Mu Jinxuan thought about it, and collected some radish heads from the villagers. Generally speaking, radish heads can’t be sold for much. If they can be used as seeds, most people sell them cheaply. The men brought back a few bags of radish heads, all of which were pickled spicy radishes, and after more than ten days, they were placed outside the door of Mu's blacksmith shop in the lower accountant.

Pickles are not a good thing, and the price is naturally not high, but Mu Jinxuan's pickles are the only one, no one has seen or eaten, only know that there are radishes, the taste is sweet and sour, crispy and delicious , so the radish flowers are selling pretty well, at least when the radish costs three renminbi a catty, the supply of spicy flower radishes that cost eight renminbi a piece is still in short supply.

Merchants who have traveled long distances also like this kind of pickles. Compared with pickles that only have a salty taste, this spicy flower radish looks good, and it is appetizing. It is spicy and sweet, revealing the salty taste of pickles, so I am used to roasting People from the Western Regions who made lamb leg pancakes also accepted this taste, and the pickled vegetables were often sold out as soon as they were put on.

Some people have found that the red mince is pepper, but no one knows what ratio and how long it will take to marinate. Even if someone learns, the taste is not good enough. Even if the price is very low, it can only be used as an ordinary The pickles can be sold, but they can't be sold at the price of spicy flower radish.

Wu Dazhuang pulled the bellows in the stove with a whistling sound, he reached out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and glanced outside.

Mu Maofeng sent Liu Xiaozhu, this little man who looked thin among a group of big men was very flexible, like a loach, he spoke and did everything neatly, the elder brother always liked to ask him to collect information, and he did a good job every time , now he has another identity, selling spicy carrots.

People who can talk are popular no matter where they are. Spicy flower radish can sell well. In addition to being delicious, this kid can speak well. Even the military men who patrol the border can't help but buy some. Wuhan University Zhuang grinned while wiping his sweat, Miss is Miss, which of us used to see that the people in the court were not three points short, but now they can still do business with the military master. If you say that people are different from others, this is an open and aboveboard bargaining The feeling is really good.

The result of the good sales of spicy radishes is that there is an extra plate of pickles on the dining table of Prince Jing's Mansion. The radishes are flushed with red flakes, and there is a hot and sour smell. I can't stop drooling.

Princess Beijing smiled and brought food to King Beijing: "Eat more, remember the bitterness and think about the sweetness."

Beijing Wanglou Junquan stuffed radishes into the bowls of his two sons with a blank expression: "Eating some is not considered bitter. Think about your big brothers who are guarding the border in Korla now!"

The two of them were busy picking up the rice, and the princess smiled: "Then give some to the boss too," she said, turning her head to the woman behind her and saying, "Mother Zhao, make a circle tomorrow."

Mama Zhao said yes, then stepped aside and stopped talking.

Lou Shaoqing looked at the radish, sniffed it with his small nose, opened his mouth and took a bite cautiously, his dark eyes flickered instantly, and he looked back at his second brother, the two brothers blinked and continued to eat sullenly.

In line with the style of a soldier, the father must have pickles on the dinner table. Although the sons are not picky eaters, they can't resist eating like this, but how can the radish and pickles be so delicious?If this dish is eaten every day, they will not say anything when eating it.

Lou Yuqing licked her tongue, stared at the pickle plate and stretched out her chopsticks. A spicy carrot was picked up. Lou Shaoqing grabbed it first and put it into her own small bowl. Her pretty face didn't even look at him, and she squeezed the chopsticks tightly. ,Have a meal.

Lou Yuqing twitched the corner of her mouth and continued to stretch her chopsticks.

"Okay, the pickles are just to remind you not to forget your duty as a soldier." With a word from King Bei Jing, the spicy flower radish was honorably removed from the dining table. Fried Chinese cabbage on top.

The cabbage gang gnawed and creaked, Lou Yuqing stared at her third brother, Lou Shaoqing raised her eyebrows, and looked back with big eyes, the radish was bitten crisply, her little face was bulging, like a rabbit, Lou Yuqing's teeth were full of hatred Very itchy.

This little thing is not only narrow-minded, but also limp!
Mu Jinxuan didn't know the smoke caused by the spicy radish she made in the Beijing Prince's Mansion. She was lying happily on the wool blanket and counting money. This room was renovated by Mu Maofeng a few days ago, and it was specially repaired. An earth dragon, the room was very warm, and became Mu Jinxuan's new bedroom. The copper plates brought back by Liu Xiaozhu were spread all over the woolen blanket, and Fen Baozi held the rope, counting and stringing them together.

The big eyes twinkled, the pink and tender lips curled up in an arc, and the sound of copper coins colliding almost made her heart ecstatic!

Another big income after 150 papers!
With such a total, plus the profit of Wu Dazhuang blacksmith shop, at least by next summer, the family will have enough money for wine and meat. Things in the countryside are already cheap, and they are all original ecology and pollution-free.

Mu Jinxuan pawed at the fleshy paw and began to calculate.

It would definitely not be enough to replant this amount of land next year. After all, they are the only ones who can grow millet, so they can eat it by themselves. If they want to sell it, no one will know it.

Thinking of the end, Mu Jinxuan decided not to sell the millet for now. If no one knows, it will not be worth the price. It is better to wait for the harvest and store the grain. It is always beneficial to store the grain, not to mention the current chaos. In the old days, if you just want to stockpile grain, you can't just put it in the granary. You always find a hidden place. They are not afraid of robbers. If soldiers come, it will be miserable.

Having made up her mind, Mu Jinxuan told Mu Maofeng her thoughts. The bald father thought about it and agreed with his daughter's idea. To make money, as long as you have land, you can have money.

Part of the money earned from spicy flower radish was used to buy new padded jackets for the men, and Da Mu Maofeng even bought a pig directly back. Except for one-third of the village, the rest was given to The brothers ate separately.

At the banquet, Mu Maofeng stood up holding the wine bowl, his bald head gleamed coldly under the candlelight, this ferocious-looking man looked at his brother, his eyes fell on his daughter's chubby little face, and he evoked a smile , with an unusually clear voice: "Brothers, for the Chinese New Year, there is nothing to say. We eat meat and drink a lot. We don't have many other things in Mujiazhai. There are plenty of hard-working men! Father Wang said that if there are people in the village The eye-catching girl, tell us to mention it, no matter how good a brother is, he still has to marry a wife, right?!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Mu Jinxuan squinted her eyes with a smile, biting the braised pork with her pink lips, her mouth was full of oil.

Mu Jinyan glanced at the dishes on the table, and silently picked up a piece of green vegetables and put them into the sister's paper bowl.

Mu Maofeng did it first as a respect, and the brothers followed suit and drank the wine in the bowl. When he was laughing, Mu Maofeng wiped his mouth: "Brother, I just want to say one thing, we will not be friends from now on. Bandit, don’t live in fear. Brothers can marry wives and have children in peace. Brother, I will take you to eat and drink. It’s nothing to suffer now. We will earn money in the future. Let’s go around the capital and listen to the red A ditty from Xiufang!"

After a few bowls of wine, Mu Maofeng's words became more and more elusive, but this group of upright men were very excited when they heard it, and laughed together, and they all came to toast Mu Maofeng. While squinting his fox eyes, all those who came to toast were given back to Mu Maofeng. The bald man's eyes were red from drinking, and he still opened his mouth wide, pulling people to drink endlessly.

Mu Jinxuan knew that her father was happy. People who are used to being chic in the green forest naturally have no scruples when they are bold. Anyway, this year's New Year's Eve, Mu Jinxuan also went with him.

During Chinese New Year, the so-called saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new is nothing more than that. Thinking about the transformation of the former bandit into the current good citizen, maybe in the near future, he will evolve into a wealthy businessman. Mu Jinxuan narrowed her eyes and smiled very cutely.

(End of this chapter)