In the long winter, in addition to cabbage and radish, there are only some dried vegetables dried in summer.

But even if dried vegetables are still summer dishes in nature, the texture and taste are too different.

Especially when you have eaten enough cabbage and dried vegetables, Mohs has not imagined that you can still eat some fresh vegetables in winter, or not necessarily those crisp green vegetables, even wild vegetables in the mountains and forests are also very good.

"Then mother, let me ask you again, if we have fresh vegetables to eat in winter, and we can't eat them and then take them out and sell them, can you sell them at a good price?" Osmanthus's eyes were shining and staring at Moh, for fear of missing every detail of Moh's expression.

Mo Shi thought thoughtfully, and then said affirmatively: "Yes, too capable." In winter, not to mention fresh vegetables, even those that have been frozen from the south can be sold at a very good price! ”

After speaking, Mo Shi seemed to think of something again, his face couldn't help but darken, and his tone seemed a little decadent, "When I was a child, every time the Chinese New Year came, my grandmother would spend money to buy some frozen vegetables shipped from the south, although the taste was far inferior to that eaten in summer, but I could eat it once in winter, and the taste was also very fragrant." ”

After hearing this, Osmanthus realized that Mo's was not decadent, but a certain nostalgia for the past.

Today's main purpose is to let Mo understand his plan, and definitely not to let Mo remember the past, so Osmanthus interrupted Mo's memories at the right time, and said: "Mother, if I say that I am very likely to grow fresh vegetables in winter, can you support me now and let my father give me a piece of land?" ”

This time it was Mo Shi's turn to be stunned, and then he smiled and pinched the little nose of the osmanthus, and said dotingly: "Mother knew that you would wait for me here." ”

Osmanthus smiled, and rubbed her head into Mo's arms coquettishly, "Mother, I know that my mother is the best, isn't there a song that sings well, only my mother is good in the world, and my mother's child is like a treasure, and I throw it into my mother's arms, and happiness is indispensable......"

Osmanthus sang while expressing deep disdain for herself in her heart.

But there is no way, who still has the title of mother in this era, can only replace it with mother.

"You kid, where did you hear the wild tunes, don't sing them in the future, you know?" Mo's tone was inexplicably a little more nervous, and even faintly afraid.

Osmanthus didn't hear it, but she pretended not to hear it, nodded obediently, and responded.

In the Mingluo Dynasty, the people who sing music are the most lowly people, and ordinary people will not let their children go to the opera troupe if their parents are alive, even if they starve to death, or marry far away, they also feel that this arrangement is far better than singing and humming.

Osmanthus is a twelve-year-old girl, and in two or three years, she will have to discuss marriage, and if she lets the man know that the child is humming and singing when she is at home, I am afraid that it will be detrimental to fate.

To say that the osmanthus has traveled here for so long, how can she not know such rules, in order to avoid worrying too much about Mo's, she can only promise not to sing again.

Alas, it's just a pity that that good tune is really the supreme track used to praise mother's love!

In order not to mention the singing again, Osmanthus mentioned the matter in the field again, "Mother, you can help me and let my father approve my mind!" ”。

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