Mu Qingqiu was speechless for a while, can't do the sweet potato business together?

Seeing Mu Qingqiu frowning slightly, Luo Shi couldn't bear it in his heart, and said with relief: "Although the sweet potatoes rewarded by the mountain god can't be used for profit, but the mountain god and his old man's eyes are bright, and he should not blame Qiu'er and Qiu'er for seeing the loneliness of Qiu'er and Xuan'er, Qiu'er is not afraid." ”

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Mu Qingqiu would not understand, and added: "Only this time, I won't dare in the future." This tone was slightly aggravated, Luo was really afraid that Mu Qingqiu would anger the mountain god.

After thinking about it, he still felt uneasy, so he simply pulled Mu Qingqiu out of the kitchen, knelt down in the courtyard to the mountain, and kowtowed with both hands: "Mountain God, the woman has taken Qiu'er to kowtow to you, Qiu'er is young and ignorant, there is something wrong, you are generous, don't blame you." "If you're really angry, come at me, don't be embarrassed for Qiu'er, this kid is so bitter!

Because Mu Qingqiu was in front of him, Luo Zhi didn't say anything in the second half of the sentence, mentioning this, Luo Zhi's heart was sour, tears immediately poured out, and he hurriedly pulled his sleeve to wipe it off.

After finishing it, he suddenly stood up, as if he was drumming up a lot of energy, and said as he walked to the kitchen: "This pot is out of the pot, let's rush to the market to sell sweet potatoes." ”

"Why don't you grow your own?" Watching Luo Zhi pick up the sweet potatoes and pick them out, his expression was no longer as sad as just now, Mu Qingqiu asked the question in his head.

If you don't want sweet potatoes to occupy land, you can open up wasteland in the mountains, and there are many wastelands full of weeds around Zhushan Village, which can be fully utilized!

"Species?" Luo was stunned by Mu Qingqiu's question, and his face was at a loss.

Mu Qingqiu raised his eyebrows, what kind of expression is this Roche? Don't you know how to plant it?

Mu Qingqiu didn't speak, and Luo became more and more ignorant, just thinking that children love fantasy and didn't take it seriously. In this way, Mu Qingqiu confirmed his guess, no one really knows how to grow sweet potatoes these days? God, Mu Qingqiu raised his hand to support his forehead, why is he so breathless and so disturbed! How do you break the wall if you want to scratch the claws?

muttered angrily: "It's not rewarded by the mountain god at all, it's caused by the reproduction of plants!" ”

Mu Qingqiu's low muttering was heard by Luo, and Luo's anxious hands were closed, full of guilt: "Amitabha, sins and sins, children's words are unscrupulous, don't blame the mountain gods." ”

After finishing it, he anxiously pulled Mu Qingqiu and said: "Bah, Qiu'er, don't say that, sweet potatoes are the reward of the mountain god, only the share given by the mountain god, what can mortals complain about?" Don't dare to say any more. ”

In fact, Mu Qingqiu's words also reminded Roche, Roche remembered that in the first few years, some people wanted to plant sweet potatoes, but sweet potatoes didn't even have seeds, how to plant them? The man pondered for several months but did not come up with results, but died not long after, and everyone said that the man angered the mountain god, and his life was accepted by the mountain god.

Since then, no one has dared to make a mistake, let alone try to plant, even if they go into the mountains to dig sweet potatoes, they don't dare to be greedy.

Mu Qingqiu's words frightened Luo Shi, and Luo Shi's heart was beating suddenly until now, just thinking that the mountain god's eyes were bright, and he would not blame Mu Qingqiu for being unscrupulous.

After revealing this topic, Luo Shi said while working: "In the first few years, the village wanted to build a temple for the mountain god...... It didn't work. ”

For various reasons, the poor have the strength to cut down trees and dig stones to build houses, but they have no money to mold the gold body of the mountain god, even if they have a golden body, they can't find a monk to open the light, the temple is not an ordinary house, and the cumbersome process is expensive, and the poor can't afford it, so the matter of building the temple has not been officially put on the agenda, and it has been permanently shelved.

The words have all been said here, how could Mu Qingqiu not understand what Luo Shi meant, she is very grateful to Luo Shi, with Luo's jealousy of the mountain god to be able to tell her so thoroughly, she may not know how much surprise she felt in her heart!

"Yes! I remembered. Mu Qingqiu was very helpless, but he was very serious.

She can't say that the seeds of sweet potatoes are sweet potatoes.

She also can't say that once sweet potatoes are introduced, the high yield of sweet potatoes will solve the problem of food and clothing for many people.

She can't even say that the sweet potatoes grown in the mountains are not a reward from the mountain gods, but a masterpiece of nature's life, which has created sweet potatoes everywhere in the mountains.

She couldn't say anything because she was only a six-year-old.

In this closed era, there is not much pastime and entertainment, especially for the poor, life is like sitting in a well and watching the sky, the sky in their eyes is only the size of a palm, relying on the sky to eat, and the quality of the year is all the decree of the gods in their eyes.

Forget it, when sweet potatoes are introduced in the future, more sweet potatoes will grow, and the facts will show you the truth!

"Don't say it, don't say it, it's not early, pack up and go out quickly, you can't occupy a good location if you go late." Luo Che was relieved to see that Mu Qingqiu had heard it.

When the morning sun shone into the yard, with the help of Luo's mothers, Mu Qingqiu's potato cakes were all loaded.

There are 360 large sweet potato cakes, 200 small sweet potato cakes with lard, and purple potato cakes are all small, with a total of 220.

There were two baskets full of them.

When it comes out of the pot, it will naturally not be the whole amount of Ke Ding Ke Mao, and Yu Tou Mu Qingqiu divided some for Luo to take home, and then cut them into small pieces and put them neatly on the plate, intending to use them to taste before buying.

Everything was ready, Mu Qingqiu was a little excited, he was doing business for the first time in his life, and he didn't know if the business would be as good as expected.

If you want to see the effect quickly, you can directly put it on your back as soon as you are happy.

Luo happened to go and return, and when he entered the door, he was startled, and hurriedly went over to take off the back basket on Mu Qingqiu's back, and glared at Mu Qingqiu: "You kid, how old are you, how can you walk with such a big back basket?" What should I do if I'm tired? What to do if you fall? ……”

Mu Qingqiu stuck out his tongue mischievously and said, "Don't dare next time." ”

"And next time?" Roche's eyes widened.

"It's gone." Mu Qingqiu shook his head resolutely, and the corners of his mouth were deeply curved, and the feeling of being cared for was so warm.

Luo was really frightened just now, after filling the sweet potato cake, she went home to say hello to her husband, but she didn't expect that after a while, this girl would be on her back.

The back basket was almost up to Mu Qingqiu's height, how could it not make Luo Zhi frightened when it looked so big that it was pressed on Mu Qingqiu's thin back at first glance.

Thinking of Mu Qingqiu's loneliness, Luo's heart was sour, and tears swirled in his eyes again.

"Auntie, don't be angry, there really won't be a next time." Mu Qingqiu softened his voice, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was very sincere.

coaxed Roche and finally stepped out of the house.

Two baskets of sweet potato cakes, one basket of Luo Che, and one basket of Lin Daniu, Mu Qingqiu only carried the basket, and that's it, she insisted on carrying it.