Mu Qingqiu wanted to yell happily, this is just, almost damn luck, this is not a deep mountain! How come there are persimmon trees that bear fruit and no one picks them?

Subconsciously walked forward, just raised his foot and suddenly stopped, looked down, and was shocked into a cold sweat. I almost stepped on the air from a high ground with a drop of six or seven meters, but if I really stepped on it, it was not just a fall.

Six or seven meters below the foot is a slope, which extends downward, and the shade of trees and trees is avoided, and it is impossible to see how far the slope extends.

Mu Qingqiu stood quietly for a while, then turned to leave.

Her turn is not to give up, the persimmon tree is on the slope, although there is fruit on the tree, it is not easy to pick, and the back basket is full today, even if you pick the persimmon, you can't carry it back. She was not worried about her current physical strength and skills, so she had to find some tools to borrow her strength and come again.

In his previous life, he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and he brushed shoulders with death countless times, and never considered life and death. In this life, she always thinks about her younger brother at home, and knows that her younger brother is waiting for her to come home, so she cherishes it very much, and this feeling that someone can be worried about is very good.

On the way down the mountain, Mu Qingqiu thought of the harvest of the past few days, his face was full of smiles, and he felt that life was full of sunshine.

Since mushrooms are considered poisonous by the world and cannot be shown to their true faces, they are made into mushroom powder, and then mixed with herbs and spices, which are high-quality flavorings.

Sweet potatoes are made into sweet potato cakes, and now that I have found purple potatoes, I can add a new trick.

Goji berries, Ono chrysanthemum......

There are persimmons to be picked by her, these things can become materials for getting rich! This day is really bright!

Mu Qingqiu went home and stewed the mink that night.

Mink meat does taste delicate, and Mu Qingqiu, who provoked him, ate half a bowl of rice, Mu Qingqiu looked happy, and said that he could get some meat and come back to add food when he went into the mountains in the future, especially mink.

Mu Qingqiu did what she said, and then went up the mountain to bring back wild game frequently, hares, pheasants, or snakes, although there were many people who escaped from under her dagger like fat rabbits, but the mountains were lush with trees, and there were a lot of raw captures in it, which could also provide her with some piggybacks every once in a while.

On this day, Guyang Town's seventh-day market day is tomorrow, Mu Qingqiu went up the mountain early in the morning, went down the mountain before noon, and then stayed in the kitchen to prepare the ingredients, in order to make the sweet potato cake soft and delicious, and specially asked Luo to learn how to make noodles.

Mu Qingqiu planned to get up in the middle of the night to make sweet potato cakes, prepare them before dawn, and take them to Guyang Town to catch up and sell them.

Luo knew that Mu Qingqiu was going to make food to sell at the market, so he was very excited, so he had to come over to help, and made an appointment with Mu Qingqiu to come over in the middle of the night. But Mu Qingqiu was a little excited, he woke up very early, and when he woke up, there was still more than half an hour before the appointed time, and it was dark and quiet outside.

Mu Qingqiu couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and went to the kitchen.

The dough is ready, just take it out and use it, in order to make the sweet potato cake delicious, Mu Qingqiu is very dedicated to every step.

Put the sweet potato dough on the board first, and stand on the stool to knead the dough if it is not enough, it really takes a lot of effort, and it doesn't take long to knead it, Mu Qingqiu sweats, and finds that kneading the dough exercises his arm strength, thinking about it, Mu Qingqiu insisted.

It wasn't until Roche knocked on the door that he saw three pots of red sweet potato noodles and a pot of purple noodles when he entered the door, and his jaw almost fell to the ground in shock.

In the past few days, she can get some good food and food from Mu Qingqiu almost every day, and when she learned that Mu Qingqiu was going to rush to the market to sell food, she asked for help, in fact, she just felt too moved to repay, no matter how Mu Qingqiu wanted to play, she would accompany her, at least so that Mu Qingqiu would not be too helpless.

But Luo never thought that what Mu Qingqiu said about selling food was not a joke at all, nor was it a petty fight, so many good-looking noodles, let alone two or three hundred steamed sweet potato cakes!

I don't know what sweet potato cake is made of, it's delicious.

That day, Lin San was going back, Luo was ashamed, but the children were greedy, she could only admit it silently, she couldn't stand the children's entanglement, and broke a little bit to taste the taste, which looked better than the pastries in the town.

"Auntie?" Mu Qingqiu fetched water to wash Luo's hands, and there was a soap corner next to him.

Roche a stirring spirit'En? sighed, and when he looked at Mu Qingqiu's little face again, he couldn't see through it.

"Auntie, wash your hands, let's make sweet potato cakes, today's big gathering, I plan to make more and sell it." Mu Qingqiu's big eyes were shining, and he looked radiant and full of confidence.

Seeing this, Roche also inexplicably gave birth to a sense of confidence, washed his hands quickly, rolled up his sleeves and started drying.

When the fish turned white in the east sky, the last pot of sweet potato cakes came out of the pot, and looking at the steaming sweet potato cakes, Roche didn't know how to be surprised.

Especially the small sweet potato cake and purple potato cake, there is also a small thing called wolfberry added to it, the red red little by little is inlaid in the somewhat hazy and transparent kumquat or purple potato cake, the beautiful is not like words, from the first pot out of the pot, Roche was shocked like a dream.

When Luo learned that the sweet potato was a sweet potato, the whole person became cautious and serious, and Luo's expression of wanting to speak again made Mu Qingqiu confused.

"What's wrong with Auntie? Do you have anything to say to me? The last pot was put into the pot, and the stove set up hard wood, Mu Qingqiu finally couldn't help but ask.

Luo Zhi pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, his face was a little stiff, like this, Mu Qingqiu was even more curious, and continued to ask.

"Auntie, if you have anything to say, just say it! It's okay. Mu Qingqiu smiled, not minding at all.

Roche finally 'Alas! He sighed and took Mu Qingqiu's hand: "Qiu'er, sit down, Auntie has something to say to you." ”

Seeing that Luo was so formal, Mu Qingqiu smiled, nodded seriously, and sat down obediently.

"Qiu'er, there are some things that Auntie tells you, you have a number in your heart."

"Auntie told you about sweet potatoes a few days ago, do you remember?"

Mu Qingqiu nodded: "Remember." ”

She certainly remembers that in this era, sweet potatoes were a low, vulgar food that was discarded. However, Mu Qingqiu is confident that the potato cakes she has processed, regardless of appearance or taste, must be eaten by some people.

"Gradually, no one eats sweet potatoes, but sweet potatoes are the top food, and some people just want it! People are not uncommon to eat, feed the animals! ”

Speaking of this, Luo sighed again, and continued with some bitterness: "Qiu'er doesn't know, since someone fed pigs and livestock with sweet potatoes, the animals have eaten happily. Later, after the autumn harvest every year, people from ten miles and eight villages ran to the mountains, what can they do in the mountains? Dig sweet potatoes! ”

"That year, the pigs in the pigsty were fed with sweet potatoes at home, and the pigs in the pigsty before the New Year were bigger than other people's houses, and they grew more meat and sold more money. As a result, more people will go into the mountains to dig sweet potatoes in the coming year, and rich families will spend money to hire people to dig sweet potatoes. ”

"Alas! Later! One year there was a big drought and no harvest, and people were hungry, so they remembered that there were sweet potatoes in the mountains to satisfy their hunger. ”

"This matter is strange, so I invited Daxian to calculate a hexagram. As a result, guess what, it turns out that sweet potatoes are not ordinary things, they are the transitional food life-saving food that the mountain god rewarded in the disaster year. ”

"The life-saving food was dug up indiscriminately without control, and it was dug up to feed the pigs and livestock, shouldn't the mountain god be angry?"

"Since then, no one who goes into the mountains to hunt, dig herbs, or chop firewood dares to be greedy. After five or six years, sweet potatoes appeared in the mountains again, but no one dared to dig them, so after a few years, the sweet potatoes in the mountains gradually increased, and people would dig a little. ”

The implication is that it is okay to dig sweet potatoes to fill your stomach from home, but you can't be greedy, let alone do business.

To put it bluntly, doing business with the rewards of the mountain god will make the mountain god angry.