It seems that by next year's corn maturity, Mochizuki Tower will definitely be able to consume the corn in Sanliu Village.

He talked about dried sweet potatoes again.

Shopkeeper Wang tasted the dried sweet potatoes and was very satisfied, the taste was good, which could enrich the menu of his Moon Tower.

The more fresh food he eats in the Moon Tower, the more people it attracts.

Li Qiao came out of the Moon Tower and went to the bookstore again.

Today, the saint wants to let candidates solve various natural and man-made disasters in combination with the actual situation of a certain place, and in Li Qiao's thinking, as long as there is money and materials, then many things are not a problem.

But what if the local government doesn't have money?

It's like Heijo.

Therefore, he wanted to know about the situation in various places in Dasheng so that he could think of a countermeasure in advance.

In ancient times, ordinary people could not get in touch with detailed territory maps, and if he wanted to know the situation in various places, he could only read those chronicles and various travelogues, and from these books he could get a glimpse of the vast world outside.

There are no manuscripts of these books, only periodicals.

So, when he came out of the bookstore, he had three more books in his hand, and ten taels of silver in his purse.

Alas.

Reading is too expensive!

After buying the book, he went to the blacksmith shop, and the iron pipe was already laid, and he carried the iron pipe onto the ox cart and returned to the village.

It was still noon when I got home.

At the dinner table, Li Qiao, as usual, talked about his trip to the county seat, and Tao Zhu also talked about the family.

"When Aunt Xiuying came to fetch water today, she asked us if we would harvest sweet potatoes. This year, there is a lot of rain and a bumper harvest of sweet potatoes, and Aunt Xiuying's family has planted a lot of sweet potatoes, even if they pay the autumn tax, they can have a lot left. ”

"She has few people in her family, so she was afraid that she would not be able to eat it and spoil, so she saw that we were making dried sweet potatoes, so she asked me."

However, she emphasized that it doesn't matter if she doesn't accept it, she just asks casually, but she can't affect your reading because of her talkative sentence.

After hearing this, Li Qiao nodded and said, "How can this affect my study, such a trivial matter, you can call the shots." ”

"Okay, when the sweet potatoes at home run out, then buy Aunt Xiuying's."

Tao Zhu nodded.

He said that he sandwiched a fried eggplant block for Li Qiao, now that the weather is cold, the eggplant seedlings will no longer bear eggplant, and if you want to eat eggplant again, you have to wait for next year.

Li Qiao picked up the eggplant cubes, dipped them in chili oil, and was about to put them in his mouth, when Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Li Dashan staring at the lo noodle bowl in his hand with a bitter and hateful face, and he couldn't help but be curious: "Dashan, why don't you eat?" ”

Before, Li Dashan could eat a bowl of lo mein in two or three bites, but now he is just staring?

"Forehead ......"

When Li Dashan heard what he said, he put down the bowl in his hand, scratched his head and said, "Uncle, there is something I don't know whether to say or not." ”

"You're all like this, then just say it." Li Qiao said while chewing eggplant.

“…… It's about sweet potatoes. ”

"What can happen to sweet potatoes?"

"There's something big." Anyway, he had already said it, and Li Dashan didn't bother anymore, and said directly: "Yesterday was my grandmother's birthday, and my mother went back to visit relatives." My uncle wants my mother to come to you, to see if you can consume more sweet potatoes, his sweet potatoes are also harvested, if you can't eat them, it will be spoiled. ”

“…… Your uncle? ”

Li Qiao was a little surprised.

"Yes, my uncle. Uncle, you don't know, now you're famous. ”

In fact, his uncle was also very famous before, there was little news in the countryside, and the thugs in the gambling house wanted to chop their legs, this kind of thing was rare, and the people of Sanliu Village used this matter as a talking point on the cooking table when they went to relatives, and his uncle became famous in Shili Eight Villages.

But you can't say that, after all, it's all in the past.

So, Li Dashan continued: "You talk about the corn business to our village, and the villagers in our village can't help but publicize it when they go to relatives, but the people from other villages are envious." ”

"The people of the outer village remember you because of this. Now that there is a bumper harvest of sweet potatoes, my uncle is afraid that the sweet potatoes will be spoiled in vain, after all, they were planted with great difficulty, so he took advantage of my mother's return to relatives and asked about my mother. ”

"I see." Li Qiao nodded.

This year's wind and rain are smooth, not only the sweet potato harvest in Sanliu Village, but also the sweet potato harvest in the surrounding villages.

But sweet potatoes are not like corn, sweet potatoes have a shelf life, so many people are in a hurry, afraid that the hard-grown food will be bad, so they want to find him?

"Isn't it possible to cut it directly into slices and dry it into dried sweet potatoes?" Li Qian asked.

This kind of dried sweet potatoes is different from the soft glutinous dried sweet potatoes that his family currently makes, this kind of dried sweet potatoes only need to cut fresh sweet potatoes into thin slices and then dry them in the sun, which can be stored for a year or two.

In the last days, this kind of dried sweet potato was the staple food of many people, and he also ate a lot.

It's not delicious, but it's full.

"Ahem, the villagers used to deal with the sweet potatoes that couldn't be eaten in this way, but this is not the corn in front, so my uncle wants you to turn waste into treasure. After all, many people don't want to eat that kind of dried sweet potato, so they can only feed it to pigs. ”

"But if the sweet potatoes pass through your hands, then maybe you can make a lot of money."

Li Dashan scratched his head, very embarrassed.

This is too much to ask, so his mother doesn't plan to tell him about his uncle.

But now that some villagers have come to his uncle to talk about sweet potatoes, of course, Wang Xiuying is very restrained and just wants to sell her sweet potatoes.

But there were many people staring at his uncle, and he felt that someone would find his uncle sooner or later, so he would tell him about his uncle, so that his uncle would know the current situation.

Not only the villagers of Sanliu Village are looking forward to him giving sweet potatoes a way out, but also people from other villages.

Li Qiao: "......"

I see.

No wonder Li Dashan, this kid is spitting.

"This request is too much, and Li Qiao doesn't owe anyone else." Tao Zhu was angry, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

Isn't that hard for a strong man?

There are so many sweet potatoes, not only Sanliu Village, but also Zhujia Village, how can Li Qiao consume them.

Although the soft glutinous dried sweet potatoes made by his family are good, Mochizuki Tower can't eat so many dried sweet potatoes.

Obviously, it can be dried into that kind of white dried sweet potato, so why bother to embarrass Li buckwheat.

It's already difficult for his man to carry this small family, but he can't afford to carry this ten miles and eight villages!

"Li Qiao, you shouldn't have heard it, don't take this matter on you." He grabbed Li Qiao's hand, and in addition to anger, there was distress in his tone.

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Chapter 60: Follow in His Footsteps and Serve as a Conscription

"Uncle Zhu, don't be angry!"

Seeing this, Li Dashan hurriedly explained: "Uncle didn't mean to persecute the uncle, he hoped that the uncle could think about it in the interval between reading, he knew that reading was the most important, and he didn't dare to affect the uncle's reading because of this matter!" ”

"But since he brought it up, he was embarrassing Li Qiao. Li Qiao is soft-hearted, easy to speak, and knows gratitude, and if the villagers have something to ask for, he will definitely do his best to do it as his own business. ”

Tao Zhu was still very angry.

"Forehead ......"

Li Dashan shrank his head and didn't dare to say anything.

Li Chuntao also put down her chopsticks and wanted to persuade her, but felt that what Tao Zhu said was reasonable.

It's too much.

"Brother Zhu should be angry, although I think Brother Buckwheat is very powerful now, but in the end, Brother Buckwheat is a human, not a god, the sweet potatoes in several villages can be piled up into a mountain, how can Brother Buckwheat consume it."

"Uncle Zhu, don't be angry, I also think that there will be villagers who will look for Uncle in the future, so I didn't keep my mouth shut......"

Li Dashan looked at Tao Zhu pitifully, and regretted it very much.

I knew he wouldn't have said it.

"I'm mad at other people, not at you, and you keep eating."

Tao Zhu saw that he was so big and shrunk up on the small bench, and his face softened a little.

"Mountain, it's none of your business, you eat."

Li Qiao finally opened his mouth, he held Tao Zhu's hand and shook it twice: "Brother Zhu'er, I know you are for my good, but don't be angry, since Uncle Dashan asked casually, then let's listen casually, don't take it to heart." ”

"I'm afraid you'll take it to heart. Reading is so tiring, if you still have to think about what to do with sweet potatoes, it will be even more tiring. ”

Tao Zhu looked at him with twisted eyebrows.

"I won't take it to heart, I just think about it casually, it won't affect my reading, and I won't be tired, don't worry."

"Look, you're really taking this on yourself."

Tao Zhu sighed.

He is too soft-hearted and too good.

Li Qiao smiled: "Since you asked me here, then I must think about it." ”

But you can't think too quickly, lest the villagers think that he is omnipotent, and come to him whenever there is anything in the future.

In this way, it is easy to make the tragedy of Shengmien fighting Mi Hatred.

However, seeing Tao Zhu's puffing appearance, after lunch, he took Tao Zhu and Li Dashan to the new yard to install sewer pipes.

It's a light job, and the three of them can do it, without the need to hire additional people.

After installing the iron pipe in the reserved place, Li Qiao asked Li Dashan to go back to make snacks, and he and Tao Zhu stayed behind to bury the iron pipe with a shovel.

"This shower room, the more I look at it, the more wonderful it becomes, why don't we use it tonight?" Li Qiao asked Tao Zhu with a smile.

Tao Zhu glanced at the shower room on the side, which had not been completely renovated, and shook his head: "It's better to wait until you really move in before using it." ”