Little rich farm girl

"What way? What way." Jiang Mei eagerly pulled Liu Yuanyuan's sleeve and asked. It's not easy for the family to improve, but we can't let these jealous people get mixed up.

"You'll go to teach in the village later, sir. Buy me some pens, ink, paper and inkstone." Liu Yuanyuan said calmly.

"When is it? You still want to write and draw. Without fruit, our fruit wine will be sold out soon." sister Jiang looked at Liu Yuanyuan's confident appearance. She had expected to have some wonderful ways to solve her difficulties. She just asked her to buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone. She let her out and sat on the ground.

"Let you go, you go. I believe Yuanyuan must have her reason." third brother Jiang looked at Liu Yuanyuan's calm smile and believed that she must have a way to crack it.

Sister Jiang saw that brother Jiang said the same, so she had to buy it reluctantly.

Liu Yuanyuan, who got the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, divided the paper into three parts and handed them to brother Jiang and sister Jiang respectively. "I read it, and then the three of us will write it together and write more copies, so as to post it to the place with a large flow of people in the village before going down the mountain."

"From today on, we only charge three days for the purchase of mountain fruits. On the first day, the purchase price is 10 Wen per kilogram, on the second day, it is 5 Wen per kilogram, and on the third day, it is 1 Wen per kilogram." Liu Yuanyuan took a stack of written notices and read them several times. After determining the content, he took sister Jiang's hand and said, "we'll post these now."

"Sister Yuanyuan, can someone come if we paste it like this? These jealous people are determined to sell us at a high price." sister Jiang saw the aunt's face in the morning and worried that Liu Yuanyuan's paste would be difficult to achieve results.

"Don't worry, someone will come tonight." the village is not rich, and more than 20% of the villagers have difficulties in life. Eating has become a problem. This time, someone must have incited the villagers to pick fruit and bid up prices. There are always one or two villagers who are afraid that if the fruit is rotten in their hands, they will not get it at all.

Sure enough, as soon as the sun set, someone knocked on the door of Chiang's house.

Sister Jiang opened the door and found that it was 20 Wen in the morning that she wanted to sell to their aunt. "Hum, didn't you say 20 Wen? Why did you rush to sell 10 Wen." sister Jiang still resented what happened in the morning and sneered at her aunt. "My son was bitten by a wild dog a few days ago. My family is eager to use money to cure his illness. I don't want to take this opportunity to pick fruit for some money to buy medicine for my son, otherwise the price will not be lower than that of other people in the morning." my aunt put down the bamboo basket on her back and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Liu Yuanyuan helped his aunt into the room and held her hand to comfort her: "don't worry, aunt. I'll ask for 15 Wen of your fruit, but you have to do me a favor. Do you think so." "girl, just say it." Liu Yuanyuan whispered in her ear, and her aunt nodded again and again.

After seeing off her aunt, sister Jiang hurriedly asked, "why do you want to collect her fruit at a high price? These people just can't see us well."

Liu Yuanyuan smiled: "Let's change the notice tomorrow. It says that we collected too much inventory yesterday. We only charge today at 3 Wen per kilogram. We only charge 50 Jin. I asked my aunt to mingle with the crowd and chat with the most broken aunts in the village. It revealed that she heard that many people came to us to sell fruit yesterday. These people knew that someone robbed us and made a profit first. They thought if they couldn't sell the fruit again, I can't even get these three articles. I'm sure I'll scramble to deliver the fruit. "

Sure enough, on the day of the new notice, the door of the Chiang family was blocked by villagers who came to sell fruit. There were even disputes over the position of the queue and almost started. Fortunately, Liu Yuanyuan said that he could buy it regardless of order.

Looking at these people at the door, sister Jiang asked Liu Yuanyuan with some worry, "where can we put so many fruits? Won't they rot in vain?"

Liu Yuanyuan didn't worry. After drinking water, he said to brother Jiang, "can you please run for me again?" then he took out his paper and pen and drew a small and exquisite jar on the paper. "Please go to the bricklayer again and ask if you can customize a batch of small jars with this shape for me."

"OK, I'll go now." third brother Jiang didn't ask much. He knew that Liu Yuanyuan must have his own plan. As long as Yuanyuan spoke, he tried his best to do it.

Liu Yuanyuan and third brother Jiang explained their requirements for the jar. Together with sister Jiang, Liu Yuanyuan weighed the villagers' fruits and moved them to the kitchen.

"Sister Jiang, do you have any big clean containers at home?" Liu Yuanyuan asked sister Jiang after wiping the sweat on her forehead.

Jiang Mei thought for a moment and moved out a large VAT from the corner of the kitchen. "Sister Yuanyuan, you see, this is OK." Jiang Mei is small, and the VAT is almost as high as Jiang Mei's chest. She moved the giant for a few steps, which has made her forehead sweat and lean against the wall panting.

Liu Yuanyuan looked at sister Jiang's exhausted little face. It was very cute. With a smile, she took out her handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her face for sister Jiang. Looking at Liu Yuanyuan's crescent like smile, sister Jiang felt that Liu Yuanyuan didn't seem as ugly as at first sight.

Liu Yuanyuan covered the bottom of the jar with the washed mountain fruit and asked Jiang Mei to help sprinkle a layer of sugar on the mountain fruit. In this way, the whole jar was filled with a layer of mountain fruit and a layer of sugar.

The third brother Jiang came to the pot shop and handed the drawing to the boss.

"Can the boss make a batch of small cans according to this pattern?" brother Jiang asked the boss.

"Your design is very exquisite. It's not difficult to make, but it needs patience and time. I'm tight handed here. Go to another house." the boss didn't seem very interested in the business, so he put forward his refusal first.

Brother Jiang had inquired about it in the market before he came here. In several villages nearby, this shop has the best reputation and the most amazing craftsmanship. Since it was entrusted by Yuanyuan, it is natural to find the best master to do it.

"Can the boss help me? I'll double the money for handicrafts. My family urgently needs this jar," said brother Jiang.

"You've made a fortune by marrying an ugly wife." a sarcasm came from behind the third brother Jiang. Looking back, it was no one else. It was Zhang lame, who had forcibly married Liu Yuanyuan, standing behind with a crutch.

Seeing Zhang's lame face, brother Jiang knew that the man was a city scoundrel. It was useless to talk to him more, so he ignored Zhang's provocation. After agreeing with the owner of the pot shop about the customization, he cleaned up and left.

"Zhang lame, you are a big loss. Ha ha, he saved half his life to marry a broken wife. He had not touched it before he jumped to the river. It was cheap for old fellow Ma Lao iron. Now people live in a delicious life. I heard that rich oil is flowing." you are afraid that the lame man will not wake up after midnight. "Liu Yuan Yuan escaping was saved by Chiang San brother, and he was also called a water ghost by the villagers. It has been spread all over these villages for a long time. Now he has made a fortune by fruit wine, which has become the talk of his parents after a short meal. These people saw Zhang lame eat flat here in third brother Jiang, ridiculed Zhang lame and dispersed.

What old fellow Zhang Quezi said was in pain, and unexpectedly, he could not think of any rebuttal. He was so old that he could easily get a wife and he thought of giving birth to a son to give himself to the elderly. He was robbed by the old man's iron. Although he had paid 22 yuan, he could buy another wife that would be so suitable. As for Liu Yuanyuan, selling fruit wine made the Chiang family's life better, which made Zhang lame's sour roots fall down.

"Old fellow iron, you wait and see, robbing me to the flesh of my mouth, I must let you vomit it out for me."