Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"Come on, come on, girl, try it."

Zhao Li was so determined to get Cui Zhaozhao to eat the pickles that they ate up all the pickles the little girl brought in one meal, which made him feel really bad.

When the jar of pickles was opened, a strong smell of pickles wafted out. Zhao Li took a deep breath and it was this smell.

"Hey, give me a bowl of rice porridge too."

"Okay, sir."

The other two constables swallowed their saliva and asked for a bowl of rice porridge each.

The cold eight-treasure pickles paired with white porridge are salty and spicy, crisp and refreshing. It’s just right for my greasy stomach after eating buns, and I need this bite to relieve the greasiness.

Cui Zhaozhao picked up a piece, but the pickled vegetable had been soaked in soy sauce and it was impossible to tell what it was.

She seemed to have eaten this pickle in her previous life. Because it was made from eight kinds of vegetables, it was called Eight Treasure Pickles. It was sold in many breakfast shops. She quite liked the salty, spicy and sweet taste.

Cui Zhaozhao didn't know which vegetable he picked up, he just put it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, his eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly picked up the bowl and drank two big mouthfuls of porridge.

salty.

Very salty!

Perhaps to prevent the pickles from rotting, they were made very salty. Cui Zhaozhao felt like he was chewing a block of salt, and his mouth felt salty, dry and astringent.

The rice porridge was a little hot, and I had to drink two bowls of cold tea to suppress the salty taste in my mouth.

My taste buds, which have become accustomed to less salt, will run away in fear when faced with authentic pickles.

But putting aside the saltiness, the sweet and spicy taste is still delicious, but there is too much salt, which makes it lose its crisp texture.

Zhao Li didn't notice Cui Zhaozhao's reaction because he was also frowning.

"Strange, why do these pickles taste bad? Has my taste changed?"

Li Shi took a bite and put down his chopsticks. "I never thought the pickles from Cai's pickle shop were so salty before. The pickles from my little brother and sister's shop are still better."

Cui Zhaozhao scooped a spoonful of rice porridge and nodded silently. Pickles taste better with less salt.

The pickles that were once indispensable for every meal now taste bland. Several people drank white porridge, leaving the pickles alone on the table.

When Zhao Li thought of the pig food in the yamen, he scratched his head.

"Girl, do you sell pickles?"

Cui Zhaozhao raised his head, a little stunned.

The seaweed shreds were bought from the mall. It would be fine if I just ate them secretly, but isn’t it a bit too arrogant to make them out of thin air and sell them?

Cui Jingwen became excited: "Sell!"

I haven’t seen pickles made from seaweed shreds here yet. What does this mean?

They discovered a blank market!

Without competitors, they will be the only one in the market and make a fortune.

Cui Zhaozhao tried desperately to signal with his eyes, but Cui Jingwen ignored him. He was so angry that he stepped hard on his brother's foot.

They don’t have the raw materials, so how can they make seaweed silk?

Cui Jingwen gritted his teeth in pain, but maintained a smile on his face: "Don't be afraid, I know what to do."

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhao Li, the number one god in the pickle business.

"We've never sold anything before, so we can't decide the price. I'll go back and ask Mom, and then I'll tell Brother Zhao, okay?"

Zhao Li laughed heartily. "No problem. You're still going to Captain Yan's martial arts gym. I'll bring it over when you get there and pay you right away."

"I also want two pounds."

"Bring me one too."

Cui Jingwen couldn't stop smiling. He sold three portions in a short time. If he had sold them at a stall, he would have been in great demand.

After selling pickles, I have enough money to go to a martial arts school and learn some kung fu. No one can touch a hair on my mother and sister.

Cui Zhaozhao pressed his forehead and didn't want to speak.

After eating and drinking, the group continued to the next village.

Xiahe Village.

The last time he came back, Silang asked his second brother to weave two more bamboo baskets. He got up before dawn and filled the four bamboo baskets to the brim.

Because there were two extra bamboo baskets, she originally planned to let Wulang carry them, but Old Lady Cui asked Cui Chengliang to go with her.

"These are all things that can be sold for money. Wulang is not strong enough, so don't break them again. Let Lao San accompany you."

Old man Cui walked by and nodded meaningfully. Didn’t he accuse Old man Cui of meddling in other people’s business?

"Your mother is right. The fields are not busy right now. The third brother should go and help your wife."

The two old men spoke together, and Lin did not refuse.

It just so happened that she was going to get off at Shilipu. Silang had already learned how to sell the goods last time, and with Cui Chengliang helping her, she could rest assured.

Farm work in the fields requires people, so there are very few people going into the city. Apart from the three of them, there was only one woman in the car.

Lin paid two more copper coins and placed the four bamboo baskets in the middle of the cart. Silang sat cross-legged on the cart, holding the bamboo baskets.

Lin sat sideways on the left side of the car, Cui Chengliang touched his nose and sat at the back of the car.

Not long after they set off, Widow Qin appeared out of nowhere, hurriedly got on the car, and sat side by side with Cui Chengliang at the back of the car.

Widow Qin straightened her clothes, gathered her loose hair, glanced at Lin's lonely back, and a knowing smile appeared on her brows.

She had been guarding the village entrance for the past two days and finally caught Lin leaving the village. Seeing how carefully Silang was protecting the bamboo basket, she realized that it was just as she thought, Lin did not buy the broken pottery bowl to build a house.

What’s even more surprising is that Choi Sung-liang was also there, and it seemed that the two of them didn’t have a good relationship.

The carriage jolted, and Silang and Lin were busy trying to steady the bamboo basket, but Widow Qin's body tilted, and her hair brushed against Cui Chengliang's shoulder.

"Where are you going, Third Brother?"

Cui Chengliang frowned, moved to the edge of the car, and subconsciously turned around to look at Lin.

He really didn't want to talk to Widow Qin.

At this time, Lin only had the bamboo basket in her eyes and had no energy to find out about Cui Chengliang's gossip.

Cui Chengliang turned his face away and whispered, "I came out with your third sister-in-law. Ask her where we're going."

Cui Chengliang's rejection was almost written on his face, and Widow Qin was so angry that she almost tore her handkerchief.

It's like this every time. She just wants to find a man to live with, not to eat anyone. Every time she shows her favor to Cui Chengliang, she acts like she's seen a ghost.

"Third brother, you are the head of the family. Why do you listen to her wherever you go?"

"Well, she has the final say at home."

Widow Qin's face was stiff. "This, all depends on her. Uncle Cui and Aunt Cui will be too embarrassed to hold their heads up in the village."

Cui Chengliang thought for a moment and said, "My parents also listen to her."

He was right. For the sake of Lin, the old lady no longer curses.

This time the handkerchief was really torn.

Widow Qin's eyes were red and she was jealous to the point of madness. Why did such a good family fall into the hands of the Lin family?

Cui Chengliang is capable of working and is honest and dutiful. She couldn't even imagine how happy her life would be if this man were hers.

The conversation between the two was like two mosquitoes flying around and being run over by the wheels. It was impossible to hear what they were saying. Lin just felt a little annoyed.

He took two breaths and calmed himself down.

"Silang, you and your third uncle will sell at the city gate first. I'm going to go somewhere else."

Si Lang was stunned. "Where are you going, Auntie San? Why don't we go together after we finish selling the pottery bowls? I'm afraid I sold the wrong ones."

Since Third Aunt wasn't going, he felt uneasy. The calls he had practiced countless times in his mind suddenly became blank.

Lin smiled and said, "Don't worry, if you can't sell it, just pick it up again. It won't take long for me to find you at the city gate in an hour at most."

Shiro pursed his lips and could only agree.