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

"How dare a little girl like you go to the livestock market? Aren't you afraid that someone will kidnap you? If you were kidnapped, what would your parents do? Where would they find you?" Zhou Laoer asked worriedly.

"That's right, there should be at least one person around you. Next time, I will have to tell Mr. Chen to ask him not to let you run around." Zhou Laosan agreed.

"Ah? Is this the point? Isn't the point that there is only one suitable little donkey? Shouldn't our family take the initiative to buy it? What if it is bought by someone else, we won't be able to buy it? What's more, I have hands and feet. If there is anything wrong, I will run away. What's more, I have already informed Grandpa Xu in advance." Zhou Mingshu was a little distressed.

Zhou Mingshu was lectured by Zhou Laoer and Zhou Laosan all the way, and by the time he got home, his ears were covered with calluses.

Without Zhou Mingshu saying anything else, Zhou Laoer told Grandma Zhou everything she had done and said.

Old Mrs. Zhou held the bowl and stirred, constantly beating egg drops into the soup.

When he heard that San Ya went to the livestock market alone, he couldn't help but pause.

She wanted to tell her about it the last time she went to the porcelain shop, but she thought that the porcelain shop was close and nothing would happen, so she didn't say anything. She didn't expect that this girl would become bolder and bolder day by day, and this time she actually ran to the livestock market by herself.

"Forget it, we're already going. Have you talked to her?" Old Mrs. Zhou sighed. This girl has always been brave, but luckily nothing happened.

"Yeah, I told you, your little face is still drooping." Zhou Laoer's face didn't look very good either. He felt that what he said just now was a bit harsh.

"Just say it once and it's done. I won't say anything more about her. Let's pull the table and get ready to eat." Old Mrs. Zhou picked up the chopsticks and made preparations for the meal.

Feeling that the atmosphere today was not right, everyone kept silent and kept eating the food in front of them, but Zhou Mingshu didn't think there was anything wrong, he just felt like he was scolded.

It’s time to eat, it’s time to drink, and then get out of here quickly because there are still a lot of things to do.

After everyone finished eating, Zhou Mingshu gave them a small test in class to check their recent results in learning to read.

For those that you don’t remember how to pronounce or can’t write, continue to recognize them again.

"Oh my! I clearly memorized all these words before, but I forgot them when I took the test. I must have been too nervous just now."

Zhou Mingjie wiped the sweat from his forehead, angry. Although they were all his brothers and sisters, he still felt a little embarrassed.

"Just because we remember something at the time doesn't mean we'll remember it later. We have to practice the words we've learned over and over again so we don't forget them." Zhou Mingshu shared his experience in recognizing words.

"Yes, San Ya is right. Although you remember things very quickly every time, I have never seen you write them down after class. After a long time, you will forget them." Zhou Mingzhi said from the side.

Zhou Mingjie looked at his elder brother's handwriting and found that it was even longer than his own. He never expected that the stupid elder brother whom he looked down upon was better than him. Zhou Mingjie couldn't hold it in any longer and ran out like the wind with a pout.

"Tsk tsk, Xiaojie is stimulated!"

Zhou Mingqi stood by and watched the fun with his shoulders crossed. She had written down all of San Ya's dictation and was very happy.

"Dazhi, take Xiaojie with you when you learn to read in the future. We can't leave him behind." Zhou Mingqin instructed.

"Okay, sister. I'll go see what this kid is doing." Zhou Mingzhi followed the route Zhou Mingjie took to escape.

The three sisters looked at each other and smiled.

Although Zhou Mingyuan was young, he had a good memory. He made two mistakes in the words he copied from memory, but his overall performance was pretty good. After finishing the test, he was pulled over by Zhu to take a shower.

Zhou Minghua had always been a bystander, with scribbles all over the floor and mud on his hands. Not long after, he was dragged away by his aunt.

It was still early today, and Zhou Mingqi took out some grass roots, which were wild licorice he had dug during the day, and said he wanted to boil them into sweet water.

The two of them lit the fire and boiled a large pot of sweet water, sweating profusely from the heat.

"Second sister, you can still cook it even if I'm not here. The medicinal properties of this thing are not very strong. If there are more grass roots, put more water. If there are fewer grass roots, put less water. It's too troublesome to run to the toilet all the time after drinking it in the middle of the night."

Zhou Mingshu's words woke Zhou Mingqi up, "Okay, I'm afraid these are all Chinese medicinal herbs and I won't be able to control the dosage. Then I won't wait for you in the future. I will cook it myself when I want to drink it."

"Yes, this batch of wormwood paste can be sold for almost half a month. Let's make a batch of soap during this free time. The production cycle of soap is too long. I can't wait. Let's prepare the materials early."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. My elder sister has been busy helping us embroider these days. Just tell me if there's any work you need."

Zhou Mingshu nodded seriously, "Then you can put the snail shells on the wall in the stove to burn, or put them in the stove when grandma is cooking. After burning, grind them in a stone mortar and keep them for later use. I will teach you the rest when I come back."

"Okay, then I'll pick up more snails. We can use the remaining shells after eating the snail meat. Otherwise, when the weather gets cold, these snails will hide and we won't be able to find them even if we want." I didn't expect Zhou Mingqi to think so far ahead.

"Hahaha, okay, let's do this. Almost all the snail shells we ate before have been thrown away, and there aren't many left by the wall at home. Let's save some so that we can make more soap in the winter."

The two sisters hit it off immediately and each held a bowl of sweet water and drank it.

Zhou Mingshu went to find Old Mrs. Zhou and asked her to prepare more lard as she wanted to make soap.

Old Mrs. Zhou was worried that her granddaughter was in a bad mood, but when she saw her granddaughter busy taking care of these things, she felt relieved and even said a few words of comfort.

"Grandma, I know that my father is concerned about me, how could I be angry with him? You should wash up and go to bed early. Don't forget to prepare some more lard. Soap making takes a long time and it is not easy to prepare."

Old Mrs. Zhou smiled and nodded in agreement. She took off her apron, wiped her hands, and went to find Boss Zhou, asking him to pick up the pork early tomorrow morning.

Zhou Mingshu was not idle after taking a shower. She saw the small blackboard made by her uncle on the eaves, which had been drying for almost a day.

After she brought it into the house, she painted it two or three times with blackboard paint, then hung it aside to dry. She would paint it again tomorrow night and it would be ready for use.

Thinking of something, Zhou Mingshu bought a notebook and pen from the system so that he could record anything that happened in the future.

Zhou Mingshu wrote "little donkey", "cart" and "soap" on the first page.

Just work hard! Zhou Mingshu.