Su Man was amused by it, this little guy learns to speak quite quickly.

These are all things she taught Susan before, but she didn't expect this little snake to learn them too.

"Man girl, there are a lot of people and cars at the door, are they from the restaurant?" Yang Cuiliu trotted over and said.

"Mother, I'll come out right away." Suman came out of the cellar.

I saw four ox carts at the door, and there were six young people standing, all dressed as small servants, and the leader was an older man who looked to be in his fifties.

"Uncle, are you from Fumanju?" Suman walked over and asked.

"Yes, Shopkeeper Liu asked us to come over and pull pickles, we also asked the people in the village to find here, Shopkeeper Liu was going to come to recognize the door in person, but something happened at home and I couldn't leave, so I came, I am the account room of Fumanju, you can call me Uncle Huang." The yellow account room reports its own door.

"Uncle Huang?" Suman was shocked.

This title is too much.

However, the Mr. Changfang, who is in his fifties, is wearing a blue cloth coat, black pants, black cloth shoes, glasses, and a serious face, and this body has nothing to do with the royal family.

"It's yellow in yellow color." The yellow ledger explained.

Su Man smiled awkwardly, although he had already guessed it, he was still a little embarrassed: "Uncle Huang, have you eaten, do you want to get you something to eat?" ”

"No need little girl, you are too polite, you are Su Man, can I call you Man?"

"Of course you can, Uncle Huang, come with me to pick up pickles." Suman turned and walked towards the cellar.

"Okay." Uncle Huang and a few servants walked in.

Yang Cuiliu and Susan hurriedly went to inform the fifth aunt and Aunt Shi's house, and asked them to put the pickles together and go over to collect them in a while.

Several of the servants followed Su Man into the cellar, and Su Man told them which ones they could move out, and the little servants hurriedly did so.

Radish, beans, cucumbers, kimchi ---- each put on a cart so that they can be easily distinguished.

The yellow ledger wrote a note outside and pasted it on the car, counting all the pickles that everyone carried into the car.

Several of the guys were young and strong young men, and they moved quickly, and they all came out after a while.

"It's been a lot of hard work, let's come and sit, I'll get you something to drink." Suman went back to the house, and when he came out again, he had a few big names in his hands and a kettle.

She poured a bowl of sour plum soup for everyone, which was delicious and thirst-quenching, so it became the tea for Suman's family's hospitality.

A few little guys were not polite, and drank it in big gulps, all of which said it was delicious.

Su Man simply put the big kettle on the table: "A few big brothers drink it and pour it themselves, if it's not enough, there is still in the pot, I will serve it to you again." ”

"Okay, this girl is real." One of the servants said that everyone had a good impression of Suman.

Everyone was originally a sincere person, and they chatted with Su Man very openly, and everyone became familiar with it after a while.

Su Man brought over a large plate of crispy dates: "A few big brothers, this is cooked by my mother, it is delicious to relieve hunger, and a few of them should be sacrificed." ”

"Okay, it's better to be a girl. By the way, girl, I see that you still have a lot of jars in your cellar, why don't you put them together? Another guy asked.

"Those are not good, and it will be almost the same when you come back next time, otherwise the taste of the unpickled dishes will be much worse, and this will not smash your signboard." Suman explained.

"So that's the case, sister, you are honest and sincere, if this is changed to someone else, as long as they can sell it for money, they don't care." Another guy said.