If it weren't for Zhou Shuilian suddenly mentioning it, Mu Xiu would have forgotten the existence of such a family, although it has long been rehabilitated, but the old Fangtou family lives a very low-key life, and it is easy to be ignored.

Mu Xiu walked to a dilapidated courtyard and stopped, this courtyard has three rooms outside, the ground floor is built with stone for nearly 1 meter, and the top is an earthen wall, the stone has been a little blackened, the earthen wall is also mottled, and most of the red has fallen on the wall, and the outline of the word criticism can barely be seen, as if telling all the hardships of the past era.

This is the old man's home, on weekdays, the villagers are open or lightly cover the door, only his house, from morning to night, the door is tightly locked.

"Papapapa" Mu Xiu knocked on the door.

After a while, there was movement inside, and an old voice asked, "Who?" ”

"Uncle Fang, I am Mu Xiu, the daughter of the Mushui family." Mu Xiu replied.

After waiting for a while, the door squeaked and opened from the inside, and an old face stretched out from the door, looking Mu Xiu up and down with somewhat cloudy eyes.

"Uncle Fang, hello." Mu Xiu said hello.

"It's the daughter of the Mushui family, what's the matter?" The old man asked with some vigilance, after all, on weekdays, almost no one came to his door.

Lao Fangtou's son has now returned to the county seat to continue to be a teacher after being rehabilitated, while Lao Fangtou's family has stayed behind and is unwilling to go to the county.

"Uncle Fang, I want to buy some jars." Mu Xiu replied.

"If you don't do it, you won't do it a long time ago." The old man hurriedly shook his hand.

"Uncle Fang, don't worry, now that the policy is open, you can do small business, and you can continue to do your old business."

"Really?" The old square's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course, I just came back from the county seat, and there are already people there who have opened restaurants, tailor shops, and grocery stores, don't believe me, wait for your son to come back, and ask to know if I am telling the truth."

"Old man?" Aunt Fang watched the old Fang Tou open the door and talk at the door, she couldn't help shouting, seeing what was going on.

"Little girl, let's go into the house." When the old Fang heard Aunt Fang's inquiry, he turned sideways and let Mu Xiu enter the door.

As soon as the old Fangtou's house entered the door, the kitchen on the left hand side, the room on the right hand side was closed, and the hall house was in the middle.

"Mu Xiu, there are still some ready-made earthen jars at home, if you want it, take it away, this is what I do boringly on weekdays, it's not worth a few dollars, let alone buy it or not, just take it and use it." Lao Fangtou naturally didn't easily believe Mu Xiu's words, after all, after experiencing so many things, he had also developed a habit of being cautious.

"Uncle Fang, then I'll use your jar first, and when you inquire with Teacher Fang clearly, when I come again, I will make up the money this time." Mu Xiu knew the old man's thoughts, and said empathetically.

"It's all from the villagers, and it's not a rare thing, so you don't have to be so polite." The old square head waved his hand.

Mu Xiu picked out more than a dozen large jars in the house, and finally pushed them back with the cart of the old Fang Tou's house, looking at the back of Mu Xiu's departure, Aunt Fang, who had been silent in the house, came out and asked in a worried tone: "Old man, what are you doing?" ”

"Isn't it just a few jars, and I don't have any money, can't I give it away?" The old man's voice was a little sad, this is his family's ancestral craft, and it is not an unsightly business, he used to be high-spirited, how did he become this cowering look now!

Aunt Fang looked at the old Fang head, sighed, and went to close the door again.

When Mu Xiu returned home, Zhou Shuilian was cooking lunch, and when she saw Mu Xiu pushing such a cart of jars, she hurriedly came out to help.

"Can you use up all of these jars when you buy so many jars? How much did these jars cost? Zhou Shuilian chattered while moving the jar into the kitchen.

"I don't ask for money, I'll give money next time, Uncle Sun ordered a lot of pickles, and these jars are enough." Mu Xiu pushed this way, covered in sweat.

Zhou Shuilian heard Mu Xiu say Uncle Sun, she didn't care, so she didn't expect that the Uncle Sun mentioned by Mu Xiu was Sun Xingfu.

Mu Xiu didn't explain too much, otherwise, according to the character of his parents, he might think that Sun Xingfu couldn't pull the face of the villagers to help them, and then he would have to think nonsense.

"It's noon, why hasn't Xiaocao come back yet?" Zhou Shuilian looked at the sky and glanced outward.

As a result, I saw two figures staggering towards this side.

"Yo, Xiu, your sister is back!" Zhou Shuilian greeted her as she spoke, and Mu Xiu followed closely.

"Hey, mother, where did you go to cut bamboo shoots before? Why did I go to the mountains, I searched for a whole morning, and I only cut such a basket. Mu Xiaocao took Li Pandi to the mountain to look for winter bamboo shoots, which was also strange, after looking for a long time on the mountain, he only cut such a basket of bamboo shoots.

"Your father has cut down all the bamboo shoots in that land before." A few days ago, for Mu Xiu to make pickles, Mu Shui went to chop bamboo shoots whenever he had free time all day, and most of the wild bamboo shoots had been cut back by Mu Shui.

Mu Xiu couldn't help but stick out his tongue after hearing Mu Xiaocao's complaints, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain couldn't be found..... also has her credit, she used to wander around the foot of the mountain to find food whenever she was free, and those wild bamboo shoots were all put away and hidden in the space......

"It's okay, if you don't have it, there will be no more, these bamboo shoots are enough, after sending them to the county town this time, when the bamboo shoots grow again, let's do it again!" Mu Xiu comforted Mu Xiaocao.

After a simple lunch, Mu Xiu began to pickle sour bamboo shoots, twenty catties of pickled bamboo shoots sounds like a lot, in fact, a jar is full, and when this batch of sour bamboo shoots is finished, you can only wait for the spring of next year.

Mu Xiu is confident that the pickles she makes will sell well, and this time she found Lao Fangtou because she plans to make her own unique packaging.

Mu Xiu himself can also cook all kinds of pickles, but the conditions did not allow it at first, so he used the ready-made kimchi in the space, and at this time, with the money in his hand, Mu Xiu was ready to make it himself.

After all, the pickles in the space will be used up one day, and the ones she makes by herself will never be used up, not to mention, the taste of Mu Xiu's cooking is no worse than the instant food packaging in the space.

When Mu Xiu returned Uncle Fang's cart, half a catty of pork belly was put on the cart, and when the old man found out, he couldn't help but sigh, this Mu Xiu is a good person.