Chapter 322: Do you care about the Seventh Prince or Gu Chengyu
Zhou Ziyi told her before that women can be different.
She didn't do it, but Miss Zhou did it herself. gave her a huge encouragement, in the future, as long as she followed Miss Zhou, she would one day become a useful person.
And the Wang family is happy for her daughter, and she is happy from the bottom of her heart to see that her daughter, who was almost forced to death because of her cowardice, has everything she has today.
Compared with their excitement, Zhou Ziyi herself is much calmer.
In the eyes of everyone, she calmly walked in front of everyone and stood still before slowly speaking.
"I believe Uncle Li Zheng has also told you that everyone came here today to learn the production of sweet potato flour. Since you're here, you have to abide by Uncle Lizheng's agreement, and if there is no problem, we'll start now. β
"No problem." The crowd shouted loudly.
Zhou Ziyi nodded and picked up the sweet potatoes that had been prepared long ago.
From grinding, filtering, molding, drying, one process at a time, Zhou Ziyi tirelessly talked all day.
The big guys have almost learned, even if they don't understand it, it's almost the same when they go back and ask each other.
After they dispersed, Zhou Ziyi saw that Zhou Laohan was also behind the crowd. He was silent, and he still had a piece of straw paper in his hand, on which were written in dense small letters.
Seeing that Zhou Ziyi saw him, he opened his mouth towards Zhou Ziyi and showed a smile.
Not......
Let's call it a smile, right? It's just a little ugly to look at......
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The next day, the people who usually counted the ants under the big tree were gone, and the hungry ones were gone, and the whole village was busy making sweet potato flour.
After doing it for three days, Zhou Ziyi was also busy here, because she began to buy sweet potato flour.
Before that, Zhou Ziyi had calculated that if there was no major drought, the cost of sweet potato flour would be at least ten dollars a catty. Now that there is a big drought, the rice and noodles are sold for 50 wen a catty, and the wholesale price is still the wholesale price, and the retail price has rushed to 60 wen.
Zhou Ziyi also told everyone in advance that she would buy it at fifty yuan a catty. If you don't want to sell it, you can keep it for yourself, and if you want to sell it, you can take it.
Wait until the future is better, and the price will be recustomized.
Most of the people who are tired of eating sweet potatoes take a small half to sell, but in half a month, Zhou Ziyi bought almost more than 10,000 catties.
So, she asked Gu Zhong to contact Gu An to get it.
It's just that this time, Gu An has never been able to get in touch.
Gu Zhong inquired many times and found out that it turned out that the capital was beginning to be turbulent. Gu Zhong couldn't say the specific situation, he only said that the son should be fine, so that she could rest assured.
Zhou Ziyi had no choice but to go to Mr. Chang, who often exchanged books with his friends on weekdays.
Seeing that she asked, he sighed and said.
"Today's official family is seriously ill!"
"Huh?" Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a moment, "So now the Seventh Prince and His Royal Highness have begun to confront each other?" β
"Yes! I heard that His Royal Highness has sent someone to take control of the palace and ask the official family to pass on the edict. However, His Majesty has not compromised yet. β
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"What about the Seven Princes?" Zhou Ziyi said busily.
Mr. Chang immediately smiled. "Does the little girl care about the Seven Princes? Or do you care about Gu Chengyu? β
Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a moment, and then didn't hide it, "I care about it!" β
Seeing that she was serious, Mr. Chang didn't tease her anymore, and said directly.
"I heard that the Seventh Prince is trying to find a way to rescue the official family. It's just that His Royal Highness has been recuperating from illness as an excuse for refusing to summon the Seventh Prince to Beijing, and the Seventh Prince is still trapped outside the suburbs for the time being, and has not yet found a suitable reason to enter the palace. β