The summer is scorching, at noon, the sunlight outside is the scorching time, under the strong ultraviolet radiation, the white skin is easy to turn black charcoal, thinking of this, Xia Cao gave up the idea of going to the county to have fun. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The woman in the world doesn't love beauty and doesn't pay attention to her appearance, and Xia Cao is no exception. In six years, she finally changed from a short poke of the little black ball to a fair-skinned little girl with almost one meter and five heads.

Xia Cao inherited the excellent genes of her father and mother, with delicate facial features, under thick eyebrows, curved moon eyes, attractive lips like cherries, especially a slight smile, and the two pear vortices at the corners of her mouth are playful and cute. Xia Cao is very satisfied with the current skin and cherishes it.

Unattended, the summer grass that was in the stocking period went to Zhuye Zhai. In the past few years, several books have been written intermittently, such as Pangu Kaitian, Nuwa Creating People, Fuxi Gossip and so on.

The protagonists in the books she wrote are all atmospheric, with the responsibility of saving the common people, and they have never been confined to love and love.

Walking into Zhuye Zhai, let Xiao Er serve a pot of tea, and Xia Cao sat in the hall on the first floor.

Their family's mythological scripts are still popular, and the lobby is full of friends, and everyone's mood fluctuates with the storyteller.

Ancient and unknown things can always arouse people's infinite curiosity, and the more mysterious they are, the more exciting they are. This is also the reason why the summer grass script has been very popular for six years.

For tea, no matter how Su Shi taught, Xia Cao still couldn't taste what was elegant, the difference between spring tea before the rain and after the rain, what is the difference between Tieguanyin, Biluochun, and Da Hong Pao, in her eyes, tea is just something to quench her thirst, and the taste is not as good as juice, and it is not as good as the peach blossom brew buried under the big tree in front of the courtyard.

At this point, Xia Cao thought that she was influenced by Xia Muhan, a rough father, and it took too much time to cook a cup of tea, and she didn't have the patience to wait for this long process.

Sitting in the lobby, Xia Cao, alone, sat in the corner in isolation, thinking, thinking, how to sell her home-grown mangoes.

Now the mangoes on their trees are still green, and Xia Cao once wanted to pick them now to make them sour, sweet and sour is a good product to cool off the heat, and sales are not a problem.

But their family started by making mattresses, and there is no special dessert shop, so renting a shop for this point is not cost-effective, it is too troublesome, and no one in their family has the time to take care of the store.

And Xia Cao feels that there is no chili, and the taste is still a little worse. didn't meet the requirements in her heart, so she could only find others to cooperate.

Wusu Town is too small, and she wants to start her own mango market, enter Fucheng, and even sell to Jinling City.

Mangoes are a product of the subtropical region, and in the northern capital, they rarely enter the homes of ordinary people, and only those dignitaries will appear on the tables.

However, Xia Cao learned that Mango was not liked by the aristocracy, because she had too much juice and was very indecent to eat, so she was abandoned by them.

North-south transportation, freight is expensive, so the price of mangoes arriving in the north will inevitably rise, ordinary people can't afford it, and few nobles are willing to buy it, so the idea of selling mangoes to the north is ridiculous in the eyes of the world.

Now Xia Cao wants to realize this incredible idea, fresh mangoes can't be made, so she makes dried mangoes, transports them to the north, and transports them to the capital.

Most of the dried fruits of the Great Qi Dynasty are nuts, and few of them are pickled in sugar, and Xia Cao believes that their dried fruits will sell well in the winter, when there is no fruit on the market.

The mangoes on the hills of their family should grow a steady stream of mangoes in the past few months, and the iced desserts, such as mango smoothies, she doesn't plan to make them, but just use them to consume them for herself.

If the action is too large, ice cubes are a rare thing that is easy to covet, and if only a small part is used, they can be said to be stored in the cellar in winter.

Some fastidious people in the south also have ice cellars to store ice, and this reason is in the past.

Xia Cao was too involved in thinking about things, and he didn't notice that there was a person sitting down on the other side of the table, to be precise, an old man with gray hair and tattered clothes, a vicissitudes of life, wrinkles like a reptile all over his face, and what was even more terrifying was that he had a centipede-like scar on his face, no matter who he gave his first impression, he was hideous.

The old man looked at Xia Cao, who was still thinking about how to get their mangoes into the capital and fire the first shot of their family's return to Beijing.

It was only when the little second brother served a small bowl of dessert to Xia Cao that the tranquility of the two here was broken.

"Miss Xia, this is the mung bean soup that our shopkeeper specially prepared for you."

"Thank you!"

Xia Cao is an acquaintance in Zhuye Zhai, and every time she goes to the shopkeeper, she will be exempted from the tea fee, and she often sends some small pastries and other things, she has become accustomed to it.

When Xia Cao picked up the mung bean syrup, she found that there was a gaze on the other side that had been focused on her, and her gaze was too hot.

She didn't look up, that old and terrifying face really surprised her, but Xia Cao, who has been trained by Xia Muhan all the year round, was only slightly shocked, and quickly returned to normal.

He can't be targeted by a quirky old man, right? Natsukusa thought to herself.

However, Xia Cao saw the old man's chapped lips and thought that the old man might be too thirsty, so he stared at her.

"Drink it!" The crisp voice fell, and Xia Cao handed the small bowl in his hand to the old man.

It's not that Xia Cao is generous, but in the face of such a person, her appetite suddenly feels that it is not so good for a while. It's still Zhuye Zhai's mung bean soup, where can she force herself to make it, and she has eaten a lot of mung bean smoothies this morning.

The old man didn't react, looking at Xia Cao's raised face, as if he was looking at the appearance, as if he was solving, his cloudy eyes revealed a glimmer of light, and the originally lifeless body also had a trace of vitality.

"No money, you can eat!" Xia Cao felt that the old man who was in a clumsy basket did not dare to eat it when he took out the silver money. I kindly explained.

It's not too early, she should go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables and cook a big meal for the teenagers in Wusu Town. Xia Cao didn't pay attention to the old man anymore, got up and went to the desk to settle the bill.

Although people really don't take her money, Xia Cao still thinks that she is more polite to go through the motions.

Natsucao found that when she went to the vegetable market, there was always a pair of eyes staring at her, but when she turned around, she couldn't see anyone.

It seems that the person who followed her was a master, Xia Cao changed all the way and pretended to be unintentional shopping, and when she was at a stall, she bought a small bronze mirror.

When the man's eyes were cast on her again, Xia Cao did not turn back to startle the snake, but shone the bronze mirror back, and she didn't believe that she couldn't catch this person. (To be continued.) )