Qin Lin'an put his hands behind his back, and finally sent the little ancestor away, and finally breathed a big sigh of relief. The little girl came back in such a hurry, and asked herself a lot of things that she didn't care about before. I knew with my toes that this girl wasn't for herself.

"Second master, what kind of things does the eldest lady want?"

"Go get ready!" Qin Lin'an looked at the busy traffic at the door of the dart game, raised his head slightly, and squinted his eyes at the blazing sun. Turning his head meaningfully, he asked, "Xiaoma, I heard that there has been a great drought in Shuzhong recently, haven't you?" ”

After leaving the dart bureau, Qin Ruse went to the rice store, the grain store, and the garment factory to visit. Finally, I bought a piece of baked cake and sat on the side of the street and thought. Although the major grain merchants sell the qin family a face, they can give a lower price. But 300,000 victims is not a small amount, no matter how you count it.

If the money is borne by the pianist, although it will not be bankrupt, it is definitely not as simple as saying it casually. What's more, the pianist has no reason or obligation to take on disaster relief. In the final analysis, handouts are just expedient measures, and if you want to be safe and peaceful, you still need a method once and for all.

How do we solve this problem?

"Miss, why are you sitting on the side of the road?" The old man who came back from buying vegetables in Qinfu looked at Qin Ruse's grizzled face, if she hadn't seen it this morning, she should have thought that her eldest lady had suffered some grievances at her in-law's house.

"Wang" Qin Ruse looked up, still a little dazed, "Why are you buying so many vegetables?" ”

"This year's Linyang area has a bumper harvest, and how many people's vegetables and fruits are about to rot in the ground. Today, I don't look at the cabbage, buy more and go back to make pickles and stock up. ”

Pickles, yes! Qin Ruse suddenly had a flash of inspiration, since ancient times, the south of the Yangtze River has been rainy, and fresh vegetables are more difficult to preserve than in the north. Therefore, the ancestors of the south invented the special method of processing pickling. This can extend the shelf life of fruits and vegetables by three to six months. Nowadays, Linyang and surrounding towns, agricultural products are unsalable, so it is better to buy them at a low price and sell them to Bashu.

"Wang, you are really a genius." Qin Ruse got up and pulled Wang Mo around happily a few times.

Although Wang Mo didn't know why she was so happy, she still felt that she seemed to have solved some big problem for her by mistake.

"Don't turn around, miss. If it goes on like this, the old slave's waist should be broken. ”

"Hey, hey, hey!" Qin Ruse smiled stupidly, "Wang Mo told the kitchen that I was going to eat sugar village vinegar short ribs today." ”

A relatively complete solution has been obtained to the problem of eating, and Qin Ruse is in a good mood. Jumping up and running towards the garment factories that he was still visiting.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" At this time, with a terrible chirp, the crowd was knocked into pieces. An out-of-control mule was carried, and a huge carriage behind it was running wildly on the main road.

"Hello!" A woman calls out to her lost daughter.

At this time, the mule was speeding towards the little girl in the middle of the road. See, a tragic accident is about to break up a family. At this time, Qin Ruse turned around and grabbed a chopstick from the wonton stew bowl of the vendor next to him, and with the help of the table, he flew and pounced on the frightened mule. At the moment when the mule hit the little girl, the chopsticks in Qin Ruse's hand pierced into the artery in the back of the mule's neck with unmistakable accuracy. Because it accurately penetrated the mule's spinal cord and killed it with one blow, the mule saw Hades before he could raise his hooves.

When the woman arrived, she hugged her daughter tightly and asked her with tears in her eyes if she was hurt or if she was okay. After a long time, I remembered Qin Ruse, who saved my daughter, and bowed my head again and again to thank her.

The crowd emerged from their shock and applauded. At this time, the owner of the mule came running out of breath. Looking at the mule that fell to the ground in a rough manner, although it was a little heartbroken, after all, this mule was worth a lot of money. But fortunately, it didn't hurt others, and it was a great fortune, so I had to apologize again and again: "Woman, you didn't get hurt, did you?" ”

Qin Ruse rubbed her wrist, and said lightly: "It's okay, it's okay!" ”

"It's good that it doesn't hurt. It's good that it doesn't hurt. ”

Qin Ruse saw the unspeakability on the old farmer's face, so he reached out and patted the old farmer: "This is yours?" ”