"What baby...... Hush! Don't say it, no one can say it, and don't say it with milk! lest you anger the gods and take back everything you have been given! Wu Pozi thought of the milk powder cans she put away, and when it was most difficult, she exchanged them for five taels of silver beads.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, the fairy gave the baby to his granddaughter again. No, she had to tell her granddaughter that she must not say anything about it.

Song Ziran showed a sincere smile on her face, she rubbed Wu Pozi with her little face, and said with a sour nose: "I know!" The fairy told me that milk hurts me the most, and she is dedicated to me, and this matter can only be told to milk, and no one else can say it. ”

When Mrs. Wu heard this, she smiled and said, "That's not it!" Fuya is our family's little lucky star, the little fairy in the sky, who do you hurt if the milk doesn't hurt? ”

Since Fu Ya was born, the life of the old Song family has been getting better and better day by day, and even natural disasters seem to be avoiding them. In the past three years, the wind and rain have been smooth, the grain output is much higher than in previous years, and the mountain goods are more than other people's pick-ups, and they are also valuable! In her small coffers, there are more than three hundred taels of silver!

A while ago, she followed the advice of Fu Ya's dry milk and exchanged all the silver tickets into gold ingots and placed them in a dilapidated clay pot. Every once in a while, she would pull out the jar, count the silver, and touch the gold ingots. It's become a big hobby for her!

In Mrs. Wu's view, these are all blessings brought by Fuya to the family! Who can't love such a well-behaved, sensible, smart, and beautiful little blessing bag?

Song Ziran put her arms around her milk's neck and asked in a low voice, "Milk, if I weren't a little lucky star and a little fairy, would you still love me?" ”

"Love! How not to love? You are the only female doll in our old Song family, the baby granddaughter of milk, who do you love if you don't love you? Granny Wu asked itchingly, "Good fortune, tell Grandma, what good things did the gods give you?" ”

Song Ziran asked her to put her down, picked up the small shovel used to grow vegetables on the ground, and said, "Milk, look at it!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the shovel in her hand disappeared.

Mrs. Wu picked up her little hand, looked left and right, and was surprised: "Where is the shovel?" Where are you hiding? This is...... What about juggling? ”

Song Ziran took out the shovel again from the storage room. Mrs. Wu saw that the shovel suddenly appeared in her granddaughter's hand again, and touched it, it was indeed the one in the family. She looked at Fu Ya with a questioning face: "This ...... Is it the new supernatural power given to you by the gods? ”

Song Ziran nodded and said, "The gods gave me a space that could hold things, the size of half of our hall." Stuff doesn't break inside, you see......"

She took out a piece of braised pork, and bit a gap on it: "This is the last time you made braised pork, you gave me too many points, and I didn't finish it, so I put it in." You touch it, it's still hot! ”

Mrs. Wu touched her hand, and it was still warm. She sniffed with her nose again, took a bite and tasted it, and said, "It's the same as the one just made, it hasn't changed its taste." ”

You must know that eating braised pork is still on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and it has been more than two months since now. If you put it outside, the meat would have stinked a long time ago!

Mrs. Wu said with a smile: "It's really a good baby!" Be sure to hide it and never tell anyone. Otherwise, you will be captured as a monster! ”

Song Ziran nodded vigorously and said, "Hmm! I don't say anything but milk! ”

"You just said that you want to buy food, and you want to put it in the fairy space?" Mrs. Wu asked.

Song Ziran said: "Mmmm! I want to take advantage of the low price of food to buy some tunage. It's not going to break anyway! ”

Mrs. Wu thought about it and said, "Now is the best time to store grain." Or...... After the autumn harvest, when the grain is cheapest! ”

Song Ziran frowned and said with a small face: "Let's get some first." Don't you often say that when you have food in your hands, you don't panic in your heart? ”

With Mrs. Wu's love for her granddaughter, how can she be willing to refuse her request? Besides, now that the crops have just been planted in the field, who knows what the weather will be like this year, if it is like three years ago...... Indeed, it is necessary to stock up on some grain early.

"Okay! The next time we go to the county to receive the subsidy, let's ask about the price of food. If it's appropriate, let's get a few hundred pounds first! "Mrs. Wu still has dozens of taels of broken silver in her hand, isn't it just a few hundred catties of grain, so she should coax her granddaughter to be happy!

When the grandfather and grandson returned to Song's house, they saw "Meiyangyang" bowing their heads and drinking water in the yard. This she-goat, who hasn't seen her for more than ten days, doesn't know that she was hooked up by the little ram.

Mei Yang Yang glanced at her grandparents and grandchildren softly, and began to bow her head again to eat the vegetable leaves that she didn't know who threw at her. I don't know if it's an illusion, Song Ziran always feels that the way it looks at herself is the same as looking at a sheep.

Song Ziran took off her coat and lay on the kang, her consciousness sinking into the space. The ingredients in the kitchen are enough for her to eat for two months. Her research institute is built deep in the mountains, and in addition to her and two assistants on weekdays, she is the little brother of the military who comes to deliver her medicinal herbs and necessities every month.

The little brother of the soldier is young and handsome, and he always likes to pretend to be mature with a straight face, and she often teases him as entertainment. The little brother was seriously injured during a mission to protect her and was never seen again. It is said that after recovering from his injuries, he was demobilized and returned to his hometown.

She pulled a few sweet potatoes from the ingredients and wondered if she could try to grow them. In her previous life, she saw the news that there was a bumper harvest of sweet potatoes in a certain place, and the yield per mu reached 7,000 catties.

Mom, the grain crops of this era, the yield of more than three or four hundred catties per mu is a high yield. Her family's potatoes yield hundreds of catties per mu, and they are all hidden and tucked, for fear that it will cause a sensation if it spreads. If the sweet potato can be grown, let alone 7,000 catties, the yield can reach a small half of the previous life - 3,000 catties, which will also cause a huge shock.

This is also one of Song Ziran's hesitations about whether to plant or not. She understands the truth of her guilt. If you are not careful, it will bring disaster to the Song family!

However, whether it can be planted or not is still two words. Or...... How many did she try to plant and keep for her own food? This sweet potato is sweet, especially when it is roasted...... Song Ziran seemed to smell the thick sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

She thought for a long time, took out two of the sweet potatoes that were not too large, buried them in a corner of the backyard and let her brothers get the sand, sprinkled some water to keep the sand moist, and then just waited for the sweet potatoes to sprout. She silently thought in her heart: It must sprout, it must sprout!

There are not many sweet potatoes in the space, and it depends on them whether she can achieve the freedom of sweet potatoes!

Anything else in the kitchen space, she didn't plan to touch for a while. Thirteen spices and other spices, she knew that there were ingredients in them when she smelled them, and the taste of the mixture was even better than the one she bought.

The days of waiting for the sweet potatoes to sprout are extraordinarily long. All the chili peppers planted in the old house have survived, and they look very energetic, so I don't have to worry about no chili peppers to eat in the future!

"Fuya, can you go up the mountain?"