It has rained heavily in the past few days, and now the temperature is gradually rising, and at this moment the ear vegetables are full of water, which is the fattest time.

Xiao Zixuan has seen this thing, after it rained, and after the weather was warm, there were a lot of this things in the fields. It's just that this thing is trampled under the feet of people, and no one eats it.

However, seeing the excited appearance of the sister-in-law, Xiao Zixuan hurriedly followed along.

My sister-in-law said that if she could eat it, she would definitely be able to eat it.

There were a lot of vegetables in the field, and a few people bent their waists and picked up half a basket in the morning.

After going home, I cleaned some ear vegetables, Xie Yuluo knocked two eggs, made scrambled eggs with ear vegetables, put soy sauce and fried some soup, and the two children ate two bowls of rice in a row, and they were still unsatisfied.

"Sister-in-law, this ear food is so delicious, I'll go out to pick it after I'm done!" Xiao Zixuan didn't expect that what they had ignored before could still make delicious dishes, so he immediately decided to pick a little more back.

Xie Yuluo nodded: "Well, let's pick a little more in the afternoon, I plan to go to the town tomorrow." ”

Xiao Zixuan and Xiao Zimeng said: "Sister-in-law, what are you doing in town?" ”

Xie Yuluo gave a chopstick dish to the two children: "Pick more ground ear vegetables, I plan to go to the town to see if I can sell them." ”

It can be picked all year round, and as long as there is mud, it can grow it, which is much better than quinoa that can only be picked for more than half a month.

Since people at this time don't know how to eat Di'er vegetables, this new dish, as long as it is pushed out, will definitely be popular.

What she wants to sell is not ground ear vegetables, after all, she alone can't pick many ground ear vegetables, and when other people know that this thing can be eaten and sold for money, she will have no chance.

But if you can sell the menu of the ear food, with the menu, the restaurant in the town can collect the ear food, if you can say through the restaurant, the first ear dish is supplied by yourself, I am afraid you can make a lot of money.

Xiao Zixuan and Xiao Zimeng on the side were very happy when they heard that they were going to the town, and their sister-in-law was going to the town, so they could also follow.

After eating, the three of them hurriedly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and the three of them went out with baskets.

When the sun set and nothing could be seen, the three of them hurried home.

The three of them picked up two baskets full of ground ear vegetables.

Xie Yuluo went home and cleaned the ear vegetables.

Dinner is still not simple, big white rice, with fresh bamboo shoots, and scrambled eggs with ground ear vegetables, the three of them are full, after eating, Xie Yuluo still cut the bamboo shoots into thin slices, and after cooking, put them on the scorn to dry, she originally wanted to make sour bamboo shoots, but there was no jar at home, so she could only give up.

Fortunately, she will be able to go to the town tomorrow, and she plans to buy a few more jars to come back and make sour bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots are half boiled, half are left, and they are saved for tomorrow to make sour bamboo shoots.

After the three of them were busy, they washed and slept.

Before dawn the next day, Xie Yuluo got up early to cook a bowl of egg drop soup, and baked a piece of egg cake, and the three of them drank a big bowl while it was hot, and each person had a piece of egg cake, and went to the town with the basket in the dark.

By the time we got to the town, it was just dawn.

The three of them walked all the way, and there was a thin layer of sweat on their bodies, and the underwear of the two children was stained with sweat, Xie Yuluo brought several clean towels and put meat pockets on the two children's backs.

The clean and refreshing towel isolated the sweat-stained underwear, Xie Yuluo took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat of the two children, and then wiped the sweat herself and collected the handkerchief.

The three entered the town.

The wide streets are lined with shops, and many of them have already opened, and many people have set up stalls in front of them, selling everything and everything.

This is the only way to enter the town, and this street is the busiest and liveliest place in the whole town.

The restaurant must be here.

Xie Yuluo was carrying two baskets, and Xiao Zixuan led Xiao Zimeng to follow her closely, walking all the way, asking all the way.

In the end, the three of them finally came to a restaurant.

Xie Yuluo stood at the door of the restaurant, looked up, and saw the signboard of the restaurant.

Xianju Building.

Sure enough, it is the best restaurant in the whole town, the words on the signboard are dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and the three-story building is also luxuriously decorated, this is not the time to open at the moment, the door in front is not open, Xie Yuluo took the hands of the two children and went to the backyard of the restaurant.

At this moment, compared to the desertion in front, the backyard is lively enough.

At this moment, there are a lot of carriages parked in the alley behind, people coming and going, some are weighing, some are moving, wearing the clothes of the unified shop of the restaurant, and they are busy in an orderly manner.

In the crowd there was also a young man in an indigo shirt, who was directing the two shopkeepers to weigh the weights, and he was in charge of reading, counting, and then tapping on the abacus, counting some money, and giving it to the vegetable seller.

His expression was very serious and meticulous.

After taking the money, the vegetable seller smiled and said thank you, Mr. Song, and the man did not show a smile.

This young man should be the steward of the restaurant or the bookkeeper.

Isn't the general bookkeeper an old man in his forties or fifties, but this person is quite young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is very bookish and angry, and he is very elegant.

It's also very stereotypical.

It's stereotypical like even laughing is a luxury.

The carriages came and went.

Xie Yuluo saw that there were many people, so she didn't come forward to disturb them, and stayed quietly around the corner, waiting for them to finish.

After about two cups of tea, the last car was gone, and all the goods were moved in, and the young man in a straight shirt took his pen and book, and was about to go in.

The guy who had been following him took the initiative to lift the table and followed behind him.

"Mr. Song......"

Song Changqing was about to enter the door with the book in his arms, when he heard the voice and turned around.

When he saw the woman standing in front of him, Song Changqing was surprised.

He is the bookkeeper of the restaurant, fifteen years old in the restaurant, for three or four years, he has also seen a lot of famous ladies, small jasper, luxurious ladies, enchanting singing and dancing girls, looks not without beautiful and lovely bewitching, but this glimpse, the beautiful women I saw before, all of them have become the background, all of them are gorgeous and exquisite, but not as much as one ten-thousandth of the women in front of them.

Under the curved eyebrows are a pair of big eyes that seem to be able to speak, black as pure as glass, the bridge of the nose is very small, and below is a rosy lip, and the corners of the mouth are hooked with a faint smile, revealing the white glowing bright teeth inside.

The fingers carrying the basket are thin and long, and the body is slightly taller, but it is not shriveled, on the contrary, the figure is graceful and graceful, which makes people stunner at a glance.

It is not an exaggeration to use the words "stunning" in the world on her.

Song Changqing's gaze swept over the snow-white face, and he quickly returned to his previous indifference and seriousness.

The stereotypical didn't even laugh.

"How do you know my surname is Song?"

She called herself Mr. Song directly, she should know herself, but ......

In his memory, Song Changqing was sure that he had never seen this person.