Mrs. Yipin's Farmer's Wife

Chapter 2 Making Money
Lin Xiaoyan's appearance is average, but her innocent smile makes people want to get close to her. "You haven't eaten breakfast, have you? I have a steamed bun left, you can eat it." He took out a steamed bun from the basket and handed it to Liu Qiao.

Liu Qiao's heart warmed, "I cooked porridge in the morning and just ate it, you can keep it."

Lin Xiaoyan's situation is not much better than the original owner's. Three years ago, Lin Xiaoyan's mother died of illness. Not long after, his father, Lin Gui, married his step-wife. The step-wife brought a son who was vitriolic, though not open to abuse Lin Xiaoyan, but secretly tossing people constantly, not to mention treating her kindly, Lin Gui loves her daughter very much, but a big man is always careless and honest, but the stepmother Wang is a pungent one, and will kill the father and daughter when she comes and goes. It was eaten to death.

Lin Xiaoyan said that there was only one steamed bun left, and it was probably reserved for her because she didn't eat it at all.

"I'll take it for you!" Lin Xiaoyan stuffed the steamed buns for her, "I don't know the porridge you cook? Don't you just drink some porridge water!"

Liu Qiao had no choice but to say, "Come with me!" He said, pulling her into the courtyard and heading for the kitchen. After entering the kitchen, he broke the steamed bun in half, scooped up a bowl of porridge, and gave the big piece to the kitchen. Lin Xiaoyan, "One and half of us."

Lin Xiaoyan looked at the white porridge in the bowl, and showed a look I knew, "Okay, half for each person." But she turned the two steamed buns around, "I'll just eat this one!"

Liu Qiao had no choice but to say: "Okay, eat quickly, I'll go and see my mother."

Lin Xiaoyan nodded and then lowered her head to drink the porridge.

Liu Qiao took the steamed buns and left the kitchen, and went to Yi Zhiyun's door first. Seeing that the breakfast at the door hadn't been served yet, he put the steamed buns on top of the sour radish, and knocked on the door again, "Mother asked me to come and ask you to eat breakfast."

There was still no sound in the house.

But Liu Qiao knew that the people inside had woken up, so he just ignored them, "Hurry up, eat it, you will get sick easily if you eat it cold, mother is already sick, no one in the family can get sick anymore!"

Then he turned to look at Yun's.

Yun Shi had already finished his porridge and taken his medicine.

Liu Qiao cleaned up the dishes, "Mother, Xiaoyan and I went out, and we will be back soon."

"Go." Yun nodded, "Be careful."

"Yeah." Liu Qiao took the things out of the main room, and saw from a distance that the breakfast outside Yi Zhiyun's room was gone, and he presumably brought it in, "You awkward kid."

Back in the kitchen, Lin Xiaoyan had already finished eating.

Liu Qiao packed up her things, and went out with her with the basket in hand.

The terrain of Linjia Village is flat, and there are mountains in the village, but most of them are not high. Lin Xiaoyan took Liuqiao to a small hillside in the east of the village.

Liu Qiao is an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. Although the orphanage is located on the outskirts of the city, it is still considered a city. For wild vegetables, she can only rely on Lin Xiaoyan's explanation.

"It's autumn, and there are a lot less wild vegetables."

It was almost noon, and the baskets of the two were still not full.

"Everything is sluggish in autumn." Liuqiao is quite satisfied with the harvest, but he is still worried about the future. Now that Yun is ill, the family's stock does not know how long it will last, and she is only a seven-year-old child. All he can do is cooking, digging wild vegetables, etc. Even if he goes out to work, no one will believe him. After Yun came to Linjiacun, he devoted himself to raising his son for scientific research. If he had spare money, he would rather buy books, paper and pens for his son I am willing to buy an acre of land to cultivate, but now I can't even guarantee my rations.

"That's right." Lin Xiaoyan echoed, "It will be winter in a few days, let alone wild vegetables, and other vegetables will be gone, and the only edible ones will be pickled vegetables."

Liu Qiao was taken aback when he heard the words, "There will be no vegetables after winter?"

"No." Lin Xiaoyan said: "It snows in winter, even if the vegetables are planted, they will freeze to death. Rich people can store some melons and fruits in the cellar. Green vegetables are not easy to store, even if they are stored, they will be eaten." I guess it's not new..."

Liu Qiao's eyes became brighter the more he listened, and an idea to solve the immediate difficulties gradually formed in his mind, "Xiaoyan, do you want to make a lot of money?"

"Huh?" Lin Xiaoyan was surprised.

"Borrow ten catties of soybeans?"

After Liu Qiao had an idea in his mind, he took Lin Xiaoyan to the field and found Lin Gui who was going to the field. Lin Gui was an out-and-out farmer, with the same personality as his appearance, honest and kind, and usually treated the orphans of the Yun family. The widowed mother is also very caring, and he will reach out to help if he can.

"Is it because Yi's sister-in-law wants to eat tofu? If she wants to eat tofu, I'll ask Xiaoyan to make some and send it to you!"

Liu Qiao cracked his mouth and smiled: "No, Uncle Agui, I don't want to make tofu, but bean sprouts." Soybeans are a common crop in Linjia Village, and Lin Gui's family also grows a lot.

"Bean sprouts?" Lin Gui's dark face was full of doubts due to being in the field all year round, "What bean sprouts?"

After hearing this, Liu Qiao felt even happier. Although the original owner did not have memories of bean sprouts, the original owner was still young, and now Lin Gui didn't know about bean sprouts, which means that no one in the nearby villages and towns has made bean sprouts." Uncle Agui lend it to me first, and show it to Uncle Agui after I make it!"

It's hard to explain before it's done.

Lin Gui scratched his head, "If you want it, I'll just give it to you, don't borrow it, ten catties of soybeans are worthless! I'll pack it up and ask Xiaoyan to deliver it to you in the afternoon!"

"Thank you Uncle Agui!" Liu Qiao thanked him sincerely. Soybeans are worthless here, and the market price is only a penny a catty. , Soybeans are best harvested recently!"

"Okay!" Lin Gui smiled, but he didn't take it to heart, he just treated her like a kid.

After deciding on this matter, Liu Qiao and Lin Xiaoyan went back to the village.

"Aqiao, what are those bean sprouts?" Lin Xiaoyan still couldn't help asking.

Liu Qiao said as he walked: "I heard from my father that a businessman from the south went to the north to do business. The place where he did business was the same as ours. When vegetables were scarce in winter, the businessman made bean sprouts and made a lot of money. A fortune!" This businessman is Qiao Guifa, the founder of the Qiao family.

"Ah?" Lin Xiaoyan's eyes widened in surprise.

"As for what the bean sprouts are, I'll know when I send them out." Liu Qiao wiped his chin, "But we have to keep this matter a secret, otherwise we won't be able to do exclusive business if it gets out!"

Lin Xiaoyan nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, I won't say anything! But... Aqiao, can you make bean sprouts? Can you really make them? Can you really eat them? Can the taste compare to vegetables?"

"It must be better than pickled vegetables!" Liu Qiao said with a smile: "As for the method, Dad told me before, although I have never done it, but you also know that my mother has been ill for half a month, if no one makes money , our family may not be able to survive the winter! So Xiaoyan, you must help me!"

(End of this chapter)