Withered bamboo is easy to find, but withered bamboo that is in a semi-decomposed state is not easy to find.

Su Cao took the two small ones and walked around the nearby bamboo forest, only to get a load of soil she wanted.

Bamboo chips and cow dung are mixed in a large wooden basket to ferment, and then the collected soil is placed in it, and finally a layer of soft soil is spread.

By the end of the day, it was already sunset.

When it came to the day when it was agreed to send pickled bamboo shoots to the town, Uncle Pan of Fuxiangji also said that he would introduce their owner to meet Su Cao, so he must go to Mingzhu Town tomorrow.

Su Cao was going to send twenty jars of sour bamboo shoots to the town this time, and the large and small jars of sour bamboo shoots filled a whole mound of dirt.

The remaining few jars were still picked down by the old man of Changqingguan who helped Su Cao go down the mountain.

Su Cao pushed the sour bamboo shoots into the hall, and Su Zhongxian heard the movement and limped out of the house.

"Come back so late, you want to starve to death."

Su Cao smelled the smell of wine on his body, and knew that he was secretly drinking again, and it must have been the wine under the leftover braised pork from last night.

He's not hungry!

Caring about her, do you have to say such ugly things?

Her father's legs seem to be much better, and he no longer has to jump and walk.

This time, it was the Changqing Guan man who helped pick a few jars of bamboo shoots down the mountain, and confirmed the deal with Fuxiangji, and it was time to have someone to help deliver the goods.

Su Cao rarely didn't quarrel with him, and looked at her scumbag father's eyes lit up: "I'll go to Mingzhu Town tomorrow and tear the cloth to cut new clothes for you." ”

Su Zhongxian took a step back and looked at Su Cao vigilantly: "Stinky girl, what tricks are you going to play?" ”

"You're my father, I can still sell you."

Su Cao glanced at his mouth: "The cloth is pulled back for you, do you want love." ”

The stinky girl goes out early and returns late, and this sour bamboo shoot business seems to be done decently.

Could it be that he has earned money, and he really wants to honor him as a father?

"What will you cut?"

He looked disgusted: "After making money and tearing a piece of cloth, you want to send your father?" There is no door. Lao Tzu wants to go to the ready-to-wear shop in the town to pick it up, and he wants that kind of satin material, and you Shen Bo will have one, and you will only turn it out and wear it during the New Year. How can Lao Tzu let him be compared everywhere, wait for me to buy that clothes and wear them every day to walk around the village, see who dares to think that Lao Tzu has committed crimes and looks down on Lao Tzu? ”

Su Cao: "......"

The nouveau riche sense of sight is still the kind that can't be done.

She has her mind to find a free porter, and he wants to be an idle old man.

It's a beautiful idea!

We'll see when he's well.

Su Cao smiled harmlessly, and promised to wait for Su Zhongxian's leg to be good and take him to Mingzhu Town.

Because there were many sour bamboo shoots to be transported to Mingzhu Town, Su Cao wrapped Shen Cripple on a boat, and in the middle of the morning, Shen Cripple's boat came back from Mingzhu Town, and Su Cao and Shen Yue'e were already waiting at the pier.

Shen Cripple helped Su Cao carry the sour bamboo shoot jar onto the boat, and was just about to row, when a little girl on the lake embankment shouted anxiously.

"Wait, wait for my young lady!"

Shen lame paused in his rowing, and the little girl helped a girl in red with small steps down the embankment.

Su Cao looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it in Changqing Temple yesterday, thinking about which Shangxiang stayed in the temple, so he let them get on the boat.

As soon as she got on the boat, she helped the girl in red to sit down, and the little girl asked warmly: "Miss, are you better?" Still dizzy? Does it still hurt to be hit by a bamboo branch? ”