After binding the system, Mrs. Wei went down the mountain

Zhuo Ran laughed out loud.

"Grandpa, please don't think that they are poor. They live in a courtyard. I heard from Xiao Ou that the reason her aunt is still working on the construction site is mainly because she can't bear to leave those workers."

Mr. Zhuo became interested.

"That's strange!"

But the strange thing is yet to come.

When Ding Cui drove the car over and took off the cloth covering the car, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus cake hit the entire car instantly.

Mr. Zhuo also sniffed twice.

Ding Cui opened the carriage and jumped in.

Zhuo Ran asked curiously:

"Aunt Ding, are you selling these today?"

Ding Cui nodded and said with some embarrassment:

"Yes, I made them all for you. It's my first time to sell them. I don't know the price. I think these things are all home-made and not worth much money. They only cost five yuan per pound. Didn't you give me five yuan?" Is it a thousand yuan? It’s a thousand pounds in total!”

The grandfather and grandson were stunned on the spot.

Ding Cui turned around and saw the expressions of her grandfather and grandson, who were a little uncertain for a moment.

"Is it because my price is too expensive?"

After a moment, Zhuo Ran swallowed his saliva and confirmed again:

"Auntie, you said this cart of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes is all for me?"

Ding Cui nodded hesitantly and added something by the way.

"Well, if you think it's too expensive, just tell me and I'll make some for you when you get back!"

Zhuoran quickly shook his head.

"No, no, Auntie, this is too cheap!"

Knowing that the price was not going to be higher, Ding Cui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, you kid, I've never sold this thing before. I thought it was too expensive, so I'll unload it for you."

After saying that, Ding Cui carried a large bag, weighing two hundred kilograms, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on her back directly hid Ding Cui's thin body.

In the shocked eyes of the grandfather and grandson, they walked into the yard.

A big bag of osmanthus cake turned around and asked:

"Uncle, where should I put this sweet-scented osmanthus cake for you?"

Mr. Zhuo reacted and quickly stepped forward and said:

"Just put it in the kitchen."

After speaking, Mr. Zhuo quickly called for people to come forward to help.

The housekeeper and the cleaners and cooks hurriedly helped unload the car.

"Aunt Ding, just stand here and rest, let them move these."

Ding Cui twitched her lips as she watched the movements of this group of people.

"There are quite a few people here, but if we move like this, when will they be finished?"

One person only needs to carry a small bag back and forth, less than twenty kilograms.

Ding Cui couldn't stand it anymore, so she opened her arms and moved two hundred kilograms at a time, three times and finished moving everything in the car.

At this time, not only the grandfather and grandson were shocked, but the others also opened their mouths.

The old housekeeper's jaw dropped directly to the ground.

This girl is too strong.

After moving, Ding Cui packed up the car and turned around to leave.

"Aunt Ding, please wait a moment."

Ding Cui turned back in confusion.

"What's going on? Miss Zhuo, what else can you do?"

"You can just call me Xiaoran. I discussed it with grandpa. You can't lose money on this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Five yuan a pound is really cheap. This is a red envelope for you."

Ding Cui looked at the pile of red envelopes in the little girl's hand and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, thank you very much, Xiaoran. If you want to eat it next time, let me know. By the way, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is ready and can last for a month."

Ding Cui was so happy that she said a few words and left. On the way back, she took a look at the pile of money wrapped in red paper on the passenger seat and smiled so hard that her big teeth were exposed.

"Rich people are really stupid, and they still take advantage of their money."

But Zhuo Ran was still where he was, remembering what Aunt Ding said before leaving just now.

"Tell me if you want to eat."

This thousand kilograms, even if I eat one kilogram a day, it will take three years!

Zhuo Ran smiled helplessly on the spot. Just when he was about to turn around and say something to his grandfather, he turned around and saw that there was no one in the yard.

in the kitchen.

"Old sir, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious!"

As soon as Ding Cui left, the old man took someone to the kitchen, opened a bag of osmanthus cake and tasted it.

As a result, after tasting it, everyone was shocked by the deliciousness of this sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Even the oldest Mr. Zhuo ate more than a pound without knowing it.

When Zhuo Ran entered the kitchen, Mr. Zhuo was leaning against the door and burping.

"Grandpa, please eat less! This stuff is quite dry. If you eat too much, you will choke."

Zhuo Ran's ears turned red when he thought of his last experience of eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Xiao Ran, this is so delicious!"

Zhuoran smiled, then was shocked.

A small package of about twenty kilograms of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten by seven or eight people!

Zhuoran suddenly felt.

This thousand kilograms of sweet-scented osmanthus cake doesn’t seem to be so hard to finish...

Of course, such a good thing should be shared with the whole family.

In the afternoon of that day, the two grandsons of the Zhuo family sent a hundred kilograms to the eldest family who was far away in the army.

"The two boys in your uncle's family can eat a hundred kilograms, which only takes a few days."

The old man thought for a while and took another fifty pounds.

"Once you mail it back, you have to ask your aunt to take some back to your parents' family."

Zhuoran said with a smile:

"Grandpa, do you miss your uncle?"

Mr. Zhuo's face froze.

"Who missed them? Now that Ranran is with grandpa, I don't miss anyone!"

Seeing his grandfather's arrogance, Zhuoran sighed inwardly.

It’s not easy for grandpa either. My uncle is in the army, thousands of miles away from home. In addition, he often has missions in the army. He hasn’t been home for five years.

"Grandpa, give aunt a hundred catties as well."

The old man thought for a while.

"Okay, let your aunt get some more for her in-laws' family. There are many people in her in-laws' family, so everyone should share it."

Although my sister-in-law from the Zhuo family works in Beijing, she often has no news for a year and a half due to her special work. The last time I saw her was during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, when my aunt and uncle got married.

In the past, Zhuoran was very envious of her uncle and sister-in-law's work. She thought her grandfather would be very happy, but during this period of time with her grandfather, she felt that at her age, what she really needed was the company of her children. My father lives in Beijing and is his own boss, so he should spend the most time with his grandfather, but every time he comes back, the two of them either quarrel or fight.

Zhuoran didn't understand before.

But now Zhuoran understands.

What grandpa wants is not how successful his father is, he just wants his father to come back and accompany him more often, even if it means talking for a while or having a meal.

But in the eyes of his father, as the most unpromising child of the Zhuo family, he has always wanted to prove himself in front of his father, but often, the more eager he is to achieve success, the worse the results will be.

His father couldn't see his future success, so he put his hope in Zhuo Ran.

But what is success? What do you want? Zhuo's father didn't understand, but now Zhuo Ran seems to be gradually understanding.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred and fifty kilograms of sweet-scented osmanthus cake had been distributed.

Mr. Zhuo once again took out a small bag of twenty kilograms and handed it directly to the housekeeper.

"Send this to the third child later, and let the third daughter-in-law take it back to her parents' house to taste."

Zhuo Mu's natal family only has one daughter in her natal family, and Zhuo Ran's grandmother is the only one left in the older generation.

The steward asked:

"Where is the third young master..."

Mr. Zhuo immediately said angrily:

"You can eat whatever you like, no matter how much good food you eat, it will be in vain!"

But he was angry, so when the housekeeper went out, the old man still carried another twenty kilograms and handed it over.

On the other side, Ding Cui returned home, picked up the thick red envelope, and showed off in front of Mrs. Wei:

"Mom, do you think those rich people are stupid? Look, they said the price I asked was too cheap, and they gave me so much money. I just checked, it's a full 100,000?"