After working all night, I made a few hundred catties of pickles.

At this rate, a few thousand catties will not be able to go next year.

Lu Qingcao looked at the little cabbage in the house and made a difficulty.

This rainstorm came so suddenly that many houses in the village were washed away, the houses were gone, the pickles were definitely gone, and the harvest could not be collected.

After thinking about it, there is only one way.

Collect it elsewhere.

After breakfast, Lu Qingcao pulled the ox cart and walked outside.

Sister-in-law Cai and Aunt Qian were eating corn paste at the door, and when they heard the movement, they glanced at it one after another, and walked to the house without answering.

Lu Qingcao didn't have time to take care of them, and led the ox cart into the rain.

The rain had already lightened a lot, and the drizzle was sprinkled on the coats, making a rustling sound.

The backing village is deep in the mountains, and the further you go, the more villages there are.

The nearest is Yangliu Village ten miles away, Lijia Village is fifteen miles away, and Tomb Village is twenty miles away.

She went to the black market a few times, and she could clearly understand the situation in the neighborhood, and even knew the old things of several villages.

The cow's hooves trampled in the muddy water, and the old ox walked forward without hurrying.

The further you go, the less rain falls.

As soon as I arrived in Yangliu Village, the rain stopped.

Lu Qingcao shook off the clothes on his body and led the car into Yangliu Village.

At the entrance of each village is an intelligence station, and long-tongued women gather at the entrance of the village, talking about the shortcomings of their families.

Lu Qingcao met him as soon as he entered the village.

"Yo, whose relatives is this? Came early in the morning. Girl, who are you looking for? ”

"The little girl is so handsome, I don't know if she's married."

The aunts chattered.

There was a familiar figure in the crowd - Wang Cuilan.

Since the last time she sold millet and ate deflated, Wang Cuilan has never been to the mountain village.

She also recognized Lu Qingcao at a glance.

"I'm here to harvest pickles." Lu Qingcao led the ox cart and walked up slowly.

She also saw Wang Cuilan.

"Pickles? What are you doing with that? and it cannot be eaten as food, and it is salty. "An aunt had a very loud voice, and her mouth was like thunder.

"That's it, girl, you're not going to be deceived, are you?" Several people looked at Lu Qingcao suspiciously.

Lu Qingcao smiled, she tied the reins to the tree, took off her hat and fanned the wind, shook her head mysteriously and said: "Aunts, if there are pickles at home, you can bring them to me to see, as long as the quality is met, it will be twenty yuan a catty." ”

Twenty wen a pound?!

Several aunts couldn't sit still, and came up one after another: "It's really fake!" What pickles are so expensive, you won't be playing with us, will you? ”

There will be no kind of pickled vegetables in the mountains, and whatever vegetables are left in the field, they will be pickled.

If you are poorer, you can pickle the remaining wild vegetables and eat them as pickles.

Twenty Wen bought these, and the aunts all thought that Lu Qingcao was crazy.

Lu Qingcao sat on the ox cart and fanned the wind leisurely: "If you have this kung fu, you might as well go home and bring the pickles, there will be no such shop in this village." ”

Several people also woke up like a dream when they heard this, and immediately turned around and walked home.

This good thing happens once in 800 years, but it can't be snatched away.

After a while, everyone came with the vegetable jar.

Wang Cuilan stood under the big locust tree, and a little suspicion flashed on her face.

Last time, the millet was not sold, and she was not only counted down by her mother-in-law, but also did not let her finish the meal.

If there is another moth this time, the mother-in-law will not kill her?!

Wang Cuilan stood still.

"Girl, how about you look at my pickles? But I only pickled it last winter, and I didn't want to eat it during the New Year, it was fresh. ”

"Look at me, everyone who eats my pickles says they are delicious, I'm a good pickle, you can taste it."

Each of the pickle jars was half a person high, and they had no difficulty picking them up, eager to stuff them into Lu Qingcao's arms.

"Put it down first, I'll see." Lu Qingcao got up.

Several people immediately put the pickle jar on the ground, afraid of being squeezed out, and shoved it forward one after another.

Each pickle jar is covered with a thick layer of salt, and at first glance it looks like it has been used for many years.

Fanbang people buy pickles, but in fact, they buy not pickles but salt.

This kind of jar full of salt is exactly what they want.

Lu Qingcao nodded without saying a word: "I want it, a total of 100 catties." ”

Da Shengguo does not have a unified weighing tool, Lu Qingcao made a small name, ten catties each, adding up to exactly one hundred catties.

As soon as the hanging copper coins were released, the aunts finally put their minds at ease.

"I said big sister, will you still accept it tomorrow? I'll go back to my parents' house and get some pickles. The aunts couldn't stop laughing, and they couldn't wait to grow wings and bring all the food from home.

After all, summer will soon come, and when the time comes, you can dig up some wild vegetables and pickle a jar of pickles.

"I'll come once the day after tomorrow, and I won't accept it if I play again." Lu Qingcao carried the pickle jar onto the ox cart.

A cart full of pickles, pressed old cattle moo.

Wang Cuilan looked at the copper coins in their hands, and said sour words with red eyes: "You can be careful, don't be deceived, pickles are not a rare thing, who will spend twenty yuan to buy pickles?" ”

"When the bamboo basket is empty, go home and cry."

"I said, you can't be greedy, who knows if it's a human or a ghost who does business with you? In the end, I folded the book, and there was no place to cry. Wang Cuilan burst out with a mouth cannon.

The smiles of several aunts froze on their faces, and their expressions were a little more defensive.

Others put the copper coin in their mouths and bit it a few times to make sure it was real money before they breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Qingcao glanced at Wang Cuilan, and a burst of disdain surged in her heart.

She hasn't cared about Xiaomi's affairs yet, but Wang Cuila has a grudge first.

Originally, she pretended not to know each other when she met, but now she is still sour and wants to mess up her business.

Lu Qingcao couldn't bear it, her eyes stared straight at her, and she picked her up: "Yo, isn't this the second daughter-in-law of the Tian family?" Last time, I really couldn't take your half bag of millet, it was moldy, and I couldn't eat it at all! ”

There was silence all around.

The eyes of the others looking at Wang Cuilan were also a little strange......

Last time, Wang Cuilan went out with millet, and the big guys saw it with their own eyes.

"What I sell is for people to eat, don't you make me have a bad conscience?" Lu Qingcao had a righteous and awe-inspiring look on his face, and he almost climbed on the high platform and patted his chest to take an oath.

Wang Cuilan was pierced, her face was flushed with anger, and she scolded: "You, what nonsense are you talking about? So why can't you eat millet? You're just deliberately making things difficult! If your relatives don't help, you go to help outsiders! Die alive man. ”

She is not a soft persimmon, and she scolded when she came up.

A few aunts opened their mouths in surprise, they just came to sell pickles, but they didn't expect to be able to eat such a big melon.

Several people made eye contact with each other and sat and watched the excitement.