"It's medicine, it's poison, and this grass is poisonous all over its body. The medicinal use is very subtle, and the amount must be used properly, otherwise there is a risk of death. Chang Shuang's eyes lit up, rubbing his hands, wanting to take it away.

"So poisonous!" Mu Qingtian was glad that he didn't care about the grass scene, so he didn't touch it, "I didn't expect that poisonous weeds also grow in this kind of house, so I pulled out all the grass, so I didn't have to worry about it." ”

Mu Qingtian was worried about his personal safety.

"Don't, leave it to me. This is raised by people, and it is left behind. ”

"Why didn't that man take away the poisonous weeds he raised?" Mu Qingtian didn't understand it and was very angry, what is not good to raise, raise poisons, what kind of person is this!

"This flower has seeds, and the seeds are ripe and fall to the ground, and they are not cleaned when the person leaves. Now the question is, how many owners of this mandala flower left this house? "Chang Shuang wants to find that person.

"Wasn't it the last resident?"

"This grass grows luxuriantly and messily, it can be seen that it has been growing for a long time and no one has taken care of it, it must have been a while."

Mu Qingtian nodded, "Then I'll help you dig it, and I'll transplant it for you." ”

Chang Shuang was naturally happy, knowing that Mu Qingtian wanted to get rid of the poisonous weeds, "Okay, but I'm in a hurry today, and I'll dig it after I finish the flower garden at home." ”

"Okay."

"Erya, help me do something again, go and find out who the people who have lived here are, where they are now, within ten years." Chang Shuang wants to know who the person who planted the mandala is.

"Leave it to me." Mu Qingtian also wanted to know who left him such a harmful thing.

Chang Shuang went to the government office to do things alone, and it was done smoothly, and there were people in the government who loved to eat Chang Shuang's pickles and were very enthusiastic about her.

The folk customs of this small county are still quite simple, and the officials are also very close to the people, Chang Shuang has never seen the official's son and daughter alive and their relatives have been rampant, they are all very kind.

After Chang Shuang came out, she didn't know if Jin Qianman was here, and wanted to go to see her mother first, when she passed the inn where Ehebai was, she stopped to look at the inn, hesitated, and walked over.

Chang Shuang met Jin Qianman on the road, and he was about to go to the government to find her.

"It's so smooth, haha, everyone who came to see Anshou County has eaten Shuang'er's dishes."

"Well, now is the time to open the store." Chang Shuang felt that it was time for the hundred cans of guests to come, a good thing!

Since Jin Qianman is here, Chang Shuang will not go to his mother, and will do important things first, and they will go to the kiln workshop.

Far from the market, in a seemingly abandoned yard, the kiln is filled with earth and all sorts of good and bad ceramics, wafting with a sultry smell.

The containers purchased by the people of this small county are generally from here, and there are more pottery among them.

"Frost is coming!" Uncle Qiao, the kiln master, greeted her warmly, and she was one of his regular buyers.

This kiln workshop has been run by Uncle Qiao and his wife for most of his life, and he also inherited it from his father, and now it is three generations, and Uncle Qiao has a daughter and a son.

"Uncle Joe, I'm here to order, it's different from usual!" Chang Shuang said as she took out the drawings, which she had drawn overnight last night.

"Frost is here, I'll see what picture you draw!"

A brisk figure rushed over and snatched the picture in Chang Shuang's hand to look at it. This silver bell-like voice is Uncle Qiao's eldest daughter, Jordan.

When Chang Shuang knew her name, she almost couldn't help laughing.

"It's a picture of a new product, and I'm going to make it bigger." Chang Shuang clapped his hands on his waist, revealing the momentum of announcing a big event.