The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

Liu and Zhu walked home together as the sun set. Before they even entered the house, they could smell the fragrance of food.

"Sister-in-law and second sister-in-law, you're back just in time. I was just about to call you. Come wash your hands and have dinner."

"No need to wash it. I just washed it at Shagang's house. I didn't touch anything on the way."

A few people sat down and suddenly heard crackling sounds in the kitchen. They thought it was the mother-in-law, but when they came in, it turned out to be San Ya.

"What are you doing? Everyone is sitting down to eat. What are you doing?"

Before Zhu could finish her words, she turned her head and retched a few times.

"Mother, are you really that…? I'm cooking something delicious. I'll give it to you to try later."

Zhu rolled her eyes. Her daughter was just making trouble again. "I don't want to eat it. I see there are bamboo shoots on the table. I'm going to eat them."

The pork belly fried with bamboo shoots has a bit of meat flavor and a strong umami taste. It is a delicious dish.

Boss Zhou took out a few glasses of wine that were left over from a funeral at home a while ago, and the three brothers each poured a glass and then finished it.

He drank it with bamboo shoots and pork tripe.

The fried eggs with ground ear mushrooms were the last dish served on the table. Since no one wanted to eat it, Zhou Mingshu deliberately made only a little bit and served it with an egg.

The golden egg liquid wrapped around the green ground ears looks like scrambled eggs with pickles.

She ignored other people's eyes and tasted it by herself. It was indeed fresh and tender, like fried black fungus, fresh and fragrant, and even more fragrant when paired with eggs.

"Hmm, not bad. Are you sure you don't want to try it? It's really delicious."

Xiao Ming drew it close up. She was a little kid and didn’t understand anything, but she knew eggs.

She took one bite after another with the small chopsticks, and Feng didn't stop her.

Zhou Mingqi asked curiously: "Si Ya, is this dish delicious?"

"Second sister, it's delicious. Very delicious."

They didn't believe Zhou Mingshu, but they believed Si Ya. How could a child know how to lie?

So Zhou Mingqi tried a bite, and it tasted really good. She unconsciously stretched out her chopsticks to pick it up again, but was stopped by another pair of chopsticks.

"Hey, hey, you said you didn't want to eat it, so there's no portion for you. You can have a taste, but you can't have a second bite. If you each take two chopsticks, there will be nothing for me and Si Ya to eat."

Zhou Mingqi had no choice but to put down his chopsticks.

Seeing her reaction, eldest sister Zhou Mingqin took a little and tried it, but didn't feel it was particularly disgusting.

This looks like a real dish.

As soon as someone extended the first chopstick, someone else extended the second chopstick. Zhou Mingzhi and Zhou Mingjie both took the first step.

Just when Liu wanted to try it, Old Mrs. Zhou turned her face away with disgust and said, "I won't eat this green snot-like thing no matter how delicious it is."

Liu retracted her extended chopsticks in dismay.

"Grandma, you are prejudiced! It's a bigger prejudice. You can't dislike someone just because they are ugly. They are still a dish after all. You can choose not to eat them, but who would want to eat them when you make them sound so disgusting?"

What Zhou Mingshu said made sense. Old Mrs. Zhou knew she was in the wrong, so she just ate the rice in her bowl without saying a word.

She was so serious, and she was talking to her mother. Zhou Laoer finished his drink and said to her, "How can you talk like that? You are so disrespectful. Just eat your meal properly."

Zhou Mingshu didn't think she had said anything wrong. She was just making sense and wasn't angry. Besides, grandma wasn't angry either.

"This ground ear can also be used to make dumplings. I will pick some more tomorrow, dry them and store them. I can soak them in water and eat them in winter."

"Okay, the road will be less slippery tomorrow. Daya, you can go to the mountain with me."

"I'll go too. There's nothing to do in the fields anyway."

Boss Zhou also expressed his opinion that he couldn't be lazy while there were delicious food on the mountain.

Today’s fried pork belly with bamboo shoots is just to his heart’s content, and it’s so delicious!

Now that the rain has stopped, Zhou Laoer and Zhou Laosan have to go to the town again to carry heavy bags.

There is not work available in town every day. After finishing this job, they will have to look for another one.

So if they could go to the town, they chose to go there. The two brothers could earn forty cents a day, and the family depended on them for food.

Today, the whole family is exhausted.

After the meal, several women were busy washing the pots and dishes, and several men had already started to fetch water for washing.

Zhu looked at the half basket of "snot vegetables", shook off the water inside, and decided to put it in the kitchen for her daughter.

Just like my daughter said, it doesn’t matter what it looks like, as long as it tastes good.

Zhou Mingshu has already made plans for tomorrow.

She hadn't heard the system's call when she entered the mountain today. No matter what, she picked up the food that her family didn't like and exchanged it with the system, and then she would change it into silver when the time came.

She can accept what she can accept, and she cannot force what she cannot accept.

Just go with the flow.

After looking at the mosquito coil circle, it is still risky to light mosquito coils every day.

So she thought of an idea. She took some mugwort, picked the mugwort leaves and rubbed them continuously. She wanted to rub the mugwort leaves into moxa fluff, and then pile them into a triangle, so a moxa stick was ready.

The night was long, so she made it bigger, hoping to last until dawn.

The scab on my forehead has been a little itchy recently, and it looks like the wound is almost healed.

But in order to avoid leaving scars, she chose to buy a tube of growth factor and apply it.

Everything is for beauty. If a scar is left, I will have no place to cry.

Just after applying the medicine, there was a knock on the door.

"Grandma, why are you here?"

"Go to bed early. We have already discussed it. Tomorrow morning we will go to Doctor Chen to ask if he will accept the anti-itching ointment you made. Everyone has used it in the past two days and it seems to be effective. If he accepts it, we will go home and make more."

"Okay! How much do you want to sell it for?"

"This...I haven't thought about it yet. What do you think is appropriate?"

"Let me think about it. Although these things are grown in the fields, they will be used up sooner or later. The key is that we have to put lard in it, which is not cheap. Later we have to use porcelain bottles to store it, which increases the cost. We also have to use gauze to filter it. By the way, grandma, let's tear a piece of cloth tomorrow. We used cage cloth to filter it last time, and it's almost unusable."

"Okay, as long as this deal works, it's up to you to get a certain amount. You think about it first, and I'll go back and think about it. We'll talk to your father tomorrow. Even if we think about it, it's not enough. We still need Doctor Chen's approval. If we set the price too high, he may not accept it."

"Well, then think about it and discuss it with him."

After the matter was settled, Zhou Mingshu lay on the bed and figured it out.

The cost of the anti-itch ointment is undoubtedly very low. It is true that she wants to make money, but she also has to take care of the poor farmers.

They are the ones who suffer the most from mosquitoes.