On the day when the Song family's new house started construction, many people in the village came to watch the fun. Everyone knew that they had hired many people to do their work in the village, and their wages of twenty cents a day were envious.

In addition to those working on the construction site, Song Chen also asked Song Wangshi to find a few neat women in the village to come to the kitchen to help. There were more than a dozen or twenty people having lunch every day, and Song Wangshi alone was too busy.

Everything was arranged, so Song Chen put his mind elsewhere.

She gave all the expenses for building a house to Zhuang Bosong, and there were still fifty taels left and the one hundred taels given by Cang Xiuxuan.

She didn't plan to touch it now, after all, she took the initiative to take someone else's set of silver needles.

According to the wages and materials of this era, it is best to make furniture and other things.

Then she only had a dozen taels of silver to spend. A dozen taels of silver was only enough for her to buy two acres of land. This was still far from her wonderful pastoral life!

She had to find another way to make money quickly.

With such a task, Song Chen traveled on the street for several days. She didn't seem to know much about the industry here. She rashly entered the industry she was unfamiliar with and could only lose all her money, not to mention that she had no capital at all now.

Just as she was thinking about whether to continue selling medicinal materials, Song Chen saw the previous grocery store again.

It seems to be a little more depressed than last time. There is not much left on the shelves. The shopkeeper is lying on the counter and sleeps soundly. Occasionally, he goes in alone and sees no one or anything, so he turns around and leaves.

Song Chen looked at the location of this grocery store. Although it was not in the center of the bustling town, it was not very remote.

"Hey, this girl, are you here again? What are you going to order today? Did the seeds come out last time?"

The owner of the grocery store woke up at some point, and saw Song Chen standing outside and hurriedly greeting her in.

Song Chen didn't expect that the shopkeeper still remembered him, so he paused and walked in.

"The shopkeeper is not going to open a store?" Song Chen asked, scanning the entire shop.

The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand, "How can he not open it? The foundation of his life."

settle down……

Song Chen felt silent in his heart. With such a situation, he still had a life of rest? Can he fill his stomach?

Perhaps because I understood Song Chen's silence, the shopkeeper said embarrassedly, "My store is passed down from home and the shop is also from home. The business was good in the past years, but I was still young at that time and wanted to go out all day, but the business was gone forever."

"I heard from the shopkeeper before that you have been to many other places. Logically speaking, you should be able to bring back a lot of new things, so why did the business go down?"

"Hey, fresh stuff, girl, you don't know. I really brought some things back, but if the money was spent, or if it couldn't be sold, I couldn't afford it. Later, I simply stopped trading and kept guarding this small shop with peace of mind."

When talking about the fact that he was making things outside, the shopkeeper's eyes were filled with light, but soon became dimmed again.

The world is big and the survival is the greatest. Now he is about to face the problem of hunger, and everything else is not that important.

Song Chen didn't expect these.

"What are the things you brought back before?" Song Chen was a little curious.

"There are seeds sold to you before, some milk from the north, and some northwest..."

The shopkeeper said everything he had brought back before. As he listened, Song Chen understood why he was in this situation now.

Not to mention the price issue, the things he brought back are not suitable for the local area at all, so naturally no one wants them.

Things can only be pressed on your hands, who will lose if he doesn’t lose?

Suddenly, Song Chen's inspiration suddenly appeared.

She now has such an amazing portable space where she can plant anything she wants, but the only difference is a bright road she takes out.

This shopkeeper always runs outside, which is something everyone knows. Can she use his experience to take out her own space?

"Shopkeeper, I have a business, I don't know if you want to do it."

"There is business!" The shopkeeper was excited when he heard this.

But soon it looked like an eggplant hit by frost, "I'm willing, but I'm so lucky."

"You don't need to pay me the money first. I can put the things in your place first. After the sale is finished, you can settle it for me. Then I will share the money according to the things I sold."

"Of course this is fine. I wonder what the girl is going to sell?"

He naturally is willing to do business without having to pay the money first and can make money.

"I don't know what to sell for now. I will come to the shopkeeper after I make a reservation in two days." Song Chen has to go back and think about this specific one.

"Okay, then I'll wait for the girl's news."

After agreeing to this, Song Chen and the shopkeeper of the grocery store felt much more relaxed.

Song Chen, who left the grocery store, found a ox cart and returned to the village. There was a bustling scene next to the broken house. Trucks of loess were pushed out, and the foundation was almost dug in a few days.

Zhuang Bosong is worthy of being an expert in this field. For those plans of Song Chen, the foundation depth he set was far deeper than the ones he had built for others before, so that there would be more space for the above so that the foundation of the house would not be higher than the horizon.

Song Chen stood there for a while, and Zhuang Bosong had not yet reached the time to ask her questions. Song Dashan and Song He and his son were also helping on the construction site. Song Wangshi and several other women were cleaning up the scene of lunch.

Song Chen took a white bun and quietly climbed into the back mountain. She wanted to find a place where no one was going to take a look.

Since the last time Song Laosi had an accident, there has been no one coming from the small hill in the dilapidated house of Song Chen's family, which has just made it convenient for Song Chen.

She bit the steamed bun and flashed into the space.

She has been busy for a while and has no time to see what the space is like. She is shocked as soon as she comes in.

All the seeds I bought from the grocery store have grown into plants, and some even have fruits on them.

Song Chen was surprised to find that most of these seeds were fruit seeds. Looking at these fruit trees that produced fruits, Song Chen realized that he was so unearthable in his previous life that he could not even recognize the seeds.

As for the rest, some spices should be some.

What's even more amazing is that there are two coffee trees, with strings of red and green fruits hanging on them.

"It turned out to be coffee!" Song Chen became excited in an instant.

You should know that for so long in ancient times, there are water every day. God knows how much she misses modern drinks.

Now that she has a coffee tree, she can drink her favorite coffee in modern times!

Song Chen walked to one of the fruit trees, picked a fruit and took it in his mouth and took it. The fragrant and juicy fruit made her feel very happy.

If these things are taken out, they will definitely cause a sensation.

But she is still rational at this moment. Once these things are released, they will definitely attract the attention of the powerful and will soon find her, which will only bring crisis to herself.

But she can make jam!

So far, she hasn't seen anything like jam here, so she can try it first.

The ingredients, tools and steps needed to make jam began to appear in Song Chen's head.

As a result, I saw that as long as the things that had appeared in her mind appeared in front of her one by one.

"What's the operation!"

Song Chen couldn't believe his eyes. What kind of space is this, and he could still do it like this.

Although it is still a earthen stove, a large pot and a small pot, it completely meets her current needs.

Song Chen picked a few passion fruits, apples and lemons, and prepared to test them first.

The passion fruit in the space is a bit different from the modern ones. The passion fruit peels here are pink and purple. Song Chen cuts one of them, and the rich aroma comes to his nose and the taste is even more colorful.

What grows in the space is different.

She took all the utensils and small pots to the spring water and rinsed them. Song Chen took out all the flesh in the passion fruit and put them in the small pot. She didn't need to tinker with the charcoal in the small earth stove. As soon as the pot was put on, it turned scarlet.

Song Chen felt that the fire was too big and was about to take out two charcoal a little, but the fire became smaller.

Only then did she realize that everything in this space seemed to be controlled by her consciousness. I have to say that this function made her happy.

The method of making passion fruit is very simple. Song Chen took the candy cubes on the side and put them in and cooked them slowly over low heat. He squeezed a few drops of lemon juice into it, and finally added apple pellets.

After about fifteen minutes, the rich and delicious passion jam was boiled. There was a small porcelain jar prepared next to it. Song Chen poured all the passion jam into it and put it in.

She no longer needs to continue experimenting with this smell.

She wants to do more and take it to town tomorrow to try the response.

When I came out of the space, the time outside did not pass much, so Song Chen still went to Jiuling Mountain.

When she was making jam in the space just now, she thought that since the space could provide her with these things, she should be able to make medicine in the space.

This time she did not go deep into Jiuling Mountain, but just looked for some commonly used herbs on the outside and took them to the space.

Just as she made jam before, she just lists what she needs in her consciousness, and the space was soon ready for her.

She simply divided the jam-making and the pharmaceutical-making ones into one area and sorted out a workshop.

She kept the medicinal materials in the space for the time being and did not move. She would not be so comfortable or free every day in the future. She had to let these medicinal materials take root and sprout in the space and reproduce more.

In this way, she doesn't need to find anything she needs in the future, and she has it in the space.
Chapter completed!