Not long after Shen He left, his face turned cold, this Mo Xiaorong had already been blacklisted by him. How could anyone inexplicably say so many intimate things to a stranger.

What's more, Mo Xiaorong didn't want to send it to the cowshed in person because she didn't want people to know that she was involved with the people in the cowshed, but she took the initiative to tell him about it, either for other purposes or because she was uneasy and kind.

Compared with what Mo Xiaorong said, Shen He was more willing to believe in Mo Linlin who he saw with his own eyes.

And this will, if Mo Xiaorong knew Shen He's thoughts, she would probably be angry, but her self-righteous relationship would be self-defeating.

At this time, what happened in the cowshed, Mo Linlin did not know. She is thinking about the money left in the family, as well as future expenses, she and her brother do not plan to stay in the village for the rest of their lives, they always seek development, she is ready to do what she is best at in her last life, that is, to make food.

After a lifetime, Mo Linlin knows very well that it won't be long before self-employed people keep popping up like mushrooms after the rain. As long as you dare to do it, there will be wealth everywhere.

She had already tried it in her previous life, and if it weren't for the uncle's family forcibly buying her secret recipe, she wouldn't have even had money to treat her younger brother in the next life.

As soon as Mo Xiaorong returned home, he was scolded by Wu Cuihua.

Mo Xiaorong's face was not very good, she remembered that the character of Mo Xiaorong in the book was really miserable all her life, and she didn't want to live the kind of life in the book.

She remembered the male protagonist Shen He in the book she saw in the afternoon, and thought of Mo Linlin, who was cared for by the male protagonist in the book, and suddenly had a plan in her heart.

"Mom, my cousin is eighteen years old this year." Mo Xiaorong said.

Wu Cuihua was worried because she didn't have a house, and she said impatiently, "It doesn't matter if this dead girl is eighteen or nineteen." ”

"Mom, eighteen years old should have been Zhang Luo's family a long time ago." Mo Xiaorong's eyes flashed. "Mom, you are your cousin's eldest aunt, why don't you find someone for your cousin to look at." As long as the female protagonist marries first, doesn't it have nothing to do with the male protagonist?

Wu Cuihua twisted Mo Xiaorong with her backhand, "Who are you helping this dead girl!" She deserves to be married, so I won't give her a toss. ”

Mo Xiao endured the pain, and a touch of anger crossed her heart, if it weren't for the fact that she had to have a letter of introduction wherever she went in this era, she would not be willing to stay in this house as a gas bag. "Mom, did you say that when your cousin got married, did she take the bride price money herself? If the second uncle is still there, then the bride price should be taken by the second uncle. ”

Wu Cuihua's eyes lit up instantly, "Ouch, why didn't I think of this, I can also exchange it for bride price." ”

However, then the smile on Wu Cuihua's face faded, "Now that dead girl won't listen to me, I have to think of a way." Wu Cuihua frowned.

Mo Xiaorong didn't plan to say more, and when he saw that Wu Cuihua was interested, he was busy with his own affairs.

Mo Linlin first cooked dinner for her younger brother Mo Wenheng, and then quickly entered the space after dark to prepare the ingredients for making snacks.

Fortunately, in the last life, some plants for making snacks were planted in the space, so that you could save a sum of money.

Mo Linlin also knows that in such an environment, in fact, everyone is rarely willing to eat dim sum, and it is best to choose something that everyone feels affordable and cheap.

I saw several hawthorn trees not far from the space, and saw that the trees were full of fruits, and the bright red fruits hung on the treetops, which was very tempting to people's stomachs.

"Hawthorn cake is more acceptable than everyone, and this thing can be sold very expensive." Mo Linlin's eyes sparkled as she looked at the hawthorn tree and said, she already believed how much little money was beckoning to her.

Mo Linlin is a person with strong hands-on ability, and when she thought of making hawthorn cake, she immediately took action, but Mo Linlin had to think about how to explain the origin of hawthorn to her younger brother.

Mo Linlin thought about it, there happened to be a few hawthorn trees in the back mountain, but those hawthorns were not delicious at all, so it was better to find an excuse to run into the back mountain tomorrow, and use the hawthorn in the space to replace the hawthorn on the back mountain.

After Mo Linlin thought of the reason, she picked up the bamboo basket and picked several baskets of hawthorns on the tree, anyway, the hawthorn would not break if it was placed in the space.

Just when Mo Linlin was lying on the bed and sleeping contentedly, she didn't know that Mo Xiaorong began to calculate her again.

The next day, Mo Linlin first completed the tasks assigned by the village, then walked to the back mountain with a bamboo basket on her back, pretending to pick hawthorns in the future, and then swapped the hawthorns in the space with the hawthorns picked on the back mountain.

Mo Linlin walked to the entrance of the village with a bamboo basket on her back, and didn't notice the Shen River that was turning, and suddenly the two bumped together, and the hawthorn in the bamboo frame slipped out roundly.

"Miss Mo, are you alright?" Shen He looked at Mo Linlin with a little guilt and asked, he was just thinking about what he said about his family, and he bumped into Mo Linlin without noticing for a while.

As soon as Shen He finished saying these words, he also noticed the hawthorn fruit in Mo Linlin's bamboo basket, didn't say anything, and took the initiative to pick up the hawthorn on the ground.

"It's not a big deal, Shen Zhiqing, you don't have to call me so politely, I'm not a young lady, you can just call my name directly." Mo Linlin couldn't stand the title of Miss, after all, no one had ever called her in her past and present lives.

"I was wrong when I bumped into you just now, so I'll help you carry these things back." Without saying a word, Shen He took the bamboo basket from Mo Linlin's body and carried it directly on his back.