Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

Seeing that everyone liked it, Yang Dashan was also very conflicted. According to what everyone said, as the host, he should give some to everyone to take home and try. But this was Xiaocao'er's, so he couldn't just give it away.

The Yang family has a rule or self-awareness: anything that Xiaocaoer takes out cannot be given away privately. It must be agreed by the whole family and have a unified statement.

So at this moment, Yang Dashan pretended not to know what everyone was thinking.

Instead, Damao went to his mother's room and saw his younger brothers and grandmother playing with his younger sister, while his younger sister and brothers all held a cup of milk tea in their hands.

He just went to the kitchen and saw that there was no one there. It turned out that everyone was hiding there and drinking milk tea secretly.

"The Master and his friends all think our tea is good, so we should give them some as a gift, but we can't tell them where it came from, so it's hard to give it to them!"

Old Lady Yang said nervously, "Did they ask anything just now?"

Da Mao: "I asked, and daddy said he got it by chance. I don't know what the tea is called."

Everyone looked at each other and then at the chubby boy who was drinking milk tea.

The little fat boy was drinking happily. Seeing everyone looking at him, he stretched out his hand and handed the milk tea to Da Mao: "Hehe, drink it."

Da Mao picked up his sister and said, "Xiao Cao'er, drink it. Brother won't drink it. But you can't drink too much at once, okay?"

That’s great that my brother doesn’t drink. “Yeah.”

Mrs. Li: "Xiao Cao'er! Can we give some tea to the Master?"

The little fat boy was busy drinking: "Yeah, here, some, wrap it up."

[Just wrap some in oil paper. Wrap all the things in the house in oil paper. Give your teacher a little bit. The village chief will not give any more. When he is greedy, he can come over and drink up the remaining little bit. ”

People were relieved to hear Miss Xiaocao say that. It would be very rude if they really didn't give any.

Ermao went to refill the tea, while Damao took the repackaged tea leaves and walked into the main hall, handing them to Mr. Zheng in front of everyone: "Master, tea leaves are something we only got occasionally in the past, and no one in our family knows how to drink tea. Today, Master, we are honored to have you visit our humble home, and we didn't have any tea to offer you, so I remembered that here is a little tea. If you don't mind, I'll ask Uncle Quan to bring it back and brew it for you to try later."

When Mr. Zheng heard this, he couldn't hold back his smile and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Ah Quan, Zhu Qing is so thoughtful, you can't refuse his kindness, remember to bring it with you."

Uncle Quan quickly stepped forward and put the tea leaves on the table into his sleeve pocket while saying, "Yes, Qing, don't worry, I will remember to bring them back."

Then Da Mao said to the others, "I am so ashamed, because this is all the tea I got. I will bring some to you next time."

Except for the village chief, Qi Xingyun and others didn't care. Tea was such a precious thing for rural people. They were surprised that the Yang family could bring some to the old man. Besides, they could also get some from the old man.

The village chief simply thought it was expensive and not everyone could afford to drink it. He himself bought tea leaves in pieces, which were not cheap either. He usually did not drink it at home and would only take it out when entertaining guests.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zheng Huaming returned to the topic of sweet potatoes. If the Yang family agreed, he would buy all the sweet potatoes when the harvest came and the price could be negotiated.

Yang Dashan and the village chief looked at each other and put forward his own idea: "No one has ever grown sweet potatoes before, and there are not so many potato seeds, so many people are waiting and watching. If the yield is really as high as it is when grown in the mountains, everyone in our village will definitely start planting it. I have to make sure that every household in the village plants it first, and then I can give it to you."

Qi Xingyun and his friends thought this was very normal. In the countryside, if a family grew new crops, they would definitely tell their neighbors, their mother's family, and close neighbors.

Zheng Huaming: "Okay, look at how much you have planted so far and what the estimated yield is. How much you want to keep can be given to me. I will go back and prepare the fields and start planting next year."

Then Yang Dashan went back to Li's house and discussed with Ermao and the others how much they had planted and the expected yield.

The village chief and Damao were also counting in the main hall how many species the households in the village had left.

Manager Wu was outside the yard, calling on the coachman to move the things in the carriage into the yard.

Yes, Qi Xingyun and the others had prepared a cart of gifts. When they arrived just now, they rushed to the fields and didn't have time to move them. Seeing that the Yang family was busy, they put the things directly into the main room and piled them on the floor.

Damao stood up and stopped them immediately, "No, no, no, I heard from my parents that Shopkeeper Wu had already sent a New Year gift to our family. This is not allowed."

Mr. Zheng pointed at Damao to Uncle Quan, and Uncle Quan came over to hold Damao. Mr. Zheng said, "Zhuqing, just focus on your work and don't worry about them. Compared to what you are doing now, everything else is nothing."

The village chief took a quick look and was shocked. There were so many big and small bags and boxes that they could hardly hold them all.