Crown Princess, you have been dug up again

Chapter 95 Uncle Emperor?Uncle Huang

Suman was amused by it, this little guy learned to speak quite quickly.

These are what she taught Susan before, but this little snake has also learned it.

"Girl Man, there are a lot of people and cars at the door, do they belong to the restaurant?" Yang Cuiliu trotted over and said.

"Mother, I'll be right out." Suman came out of the cellar.

I saw four bullock carts at the door, and there were six young people standing there, all dressed as servants, and the leader was an older man who looked over 50 years old.

"Uncle, are you from Fumanju?" Suman came over and asked.

"That's right, shopkeeper Liu asked us to come here to pull pickled vegetables. We also asked the villagers to come here. Shopkeeper Liu was going to come to check the door in person, but something happened at home and he couldn't leave, so he let me come. I am the accountant of Fumanju, you can call me Uncle Huang." Huang accountant declared his family name.

"Uncle?" Su Man was shocked.

This name is too much.

However, Mr. Changfang, who is in his fifties, is wearing a blue cloth jacket, black trousers, and black cloth shoes, with a serious expression on his face. This outfit has nothing to do with the royal family.

"It's yellow in color." The accountant Huang explained.

Su Man smiled awkwardly, although he had already guessed it, he was still a little embarrassed: "Uncle Huang, have you eaten yet, do you want to get you something to eat?"

"No girl, you are too polite, you are Suman, can I call you girl Man?"

"Of course, Uncle Huang, come with me to pick up the pickles." Suman turned and walked towards the cellar.

"Okay." Uncle Huang and a few servants walked in.

Yang Cuiliu and Susan hurried to inform Aunt Wu and Aunt Shitou's house to put the pickles together and collect them in a while.

Several servants followed Suman into the cellar. Suman told them which ones could be moved out, and the servants hurriedly followed suit.

Radishes, beans, cucumbers, kimchi -- put each on a cart so that they can be easily distinguished.

The yellow accountant wrote a note outside and pasted it on the car, counting all the pickles that everyone carried into the car.

The servants were all young and strong, they moved very quickly, and they were all carried out in a short while.

"Thank you for your hard work. Come and sit down, everyone. I'll get you something to drink." Suman went back to the house, and when he came out, he came out with some big names and a kettle in his hand.

She poured everyone a bowl of sour plum soup, which was delicious and thirst-quenching, so it became the tea for Suman's family to entertain.

A few servants were not polite, they drank it in big gulps, and all said it was delicious.

Suman simply put the big kettle on the table: "Brothers drink and pour it by themselves. If there is not enough, there is still in the pot. I will fill it for you."

"Okay, this girl is real." One of the boys said, and everyone had a good impression of Suman.

Everyone was honest and honest, and they had a good chat with Suman, and everyone got to know each other after a while.

Suman brought over a large plate of crispy dates: "Brothers, this is cooked by my mother. It relieves hunger and is delicious. I will treat it as a tooth-stripping offering."

"Okay, it's better, sister. By the way, sister, I see that you still have a lot of jars in your cellar, why don't you put them together?" Another servant asked.

"Those are not good yet. It will be almost ready when you come back next time. Otherwise, the taste of unmarinated dishes will be much worse. Wouldn't this ruin your brand?" Suman explained.

"So that's the case, sister, you are sincere. If it were someone else, they wouldn't care as long as they could sell it for money." Another servant said.

(End of this chapter)