Chapter 19 Maternal Love Moisturizes Things Silently
Chapter 19 Mother’s love moisturizes everything silently
Damai glanced at the figure on the hillside. He was not too far away. He reluctantly nodded and said, "Follow me. If anything happens, I will let you run away. You will run back immediately, do you understand?"
"I know." Everyone said in unison.
After walking less than a hundred steps, Damai firmly refused to go any further.
Dazhu still didn't find the dendrobium, but he found a patch of Xanthium sibiricum.
The barley and rice were very happy and hurried over to pick them.
Xiaomian looked at the hawthorn tree in front of her and frowned tightly.
Erwang watched Xiaomian staring at the hawthorn tree in a daze and asked: "Second sister, do you want to eat Shanlihong?"
Dazhu also came over and said, "Erwang, you pick this one, and I'll pick that one. We'll take it to the county tomorrow and sell it to the candied haws makers."
Dazhu now thinks of selling everything he sees.
"Wait a minute, second brother, go pick one over there. Leave this one to me."
There are seven or eight hawthorn trees scattered in twos and threes.
Later, after the barley and rice had finished picking cockleburs, they also ran over and picked hawthorns.
Xiaomian is still walking around the tree.
She vaguely felt that this tree had a little bit of spiritual energy, but when she looked carefully, that little bit of spiritual energy was gone again.
"really weird."
Xiao Mian said to herself that if her brothers and sisters weren't around, she would have moved the hawthorn tree into space.
However, the tree is so big that it would scare everyone if it disappeared.
There was no other way, so Li Xiaomian could only endure it and pick hawthorns with her brothers and sisters.
Mrs. Li looked at the large pile of hawthorns in the house and joked: "Have you cleared out the mountain reds?"
Xiaodao smiled and said: "No, there are more on the mountain!"
Mrs. Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: "This thing is very sour. You brought so many of them back and they are all spoiled. It is better to leave them in the mountains, and anyone who wants to eat them can pick them."
Dazhu cleared his throat and said solemnly: "I plan to go to the county tomorrow and sell it to a candied haws maker. I should be able to exchange it for money."
Li Benshan interjected at this time: "Shanlihong is cheap, about one penny and three pounds, and it's not easy to sell. Most candied hawsers prepare their stocks early."
Li also said: "There is a sister in my natal village who married into a family that makes candied haws. I heard that in order to save money, they go to the mountains to pick it themselves."
"Ah?" Dazhu was dumbfounded.
He thought he could make a lot of money just like Xanthium!
Li Xiaomian's mind has always been on the hawthorn tree in the mountains.
She only came back to her senses when she saw her brother's dejected look.
After thinking for a while, she said: "We don't have to sell mountain reds. We can make candied haws ourselves and sell them. Wouldn't this make more money?"
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up, and Li Dazhu asked anxiously: "Sister, can you do it?"
Xiaomian smiled and nodded.
Dazhu said quickly: "Mom, give me money and I'll buy rock candy."
Erwang also said: "I'm with my eldest brother."
Xiaomian asked, "Brother, no need for rock sugar, just white sugar."
After saying that, she also stood up and said: "I'd better go with you. There are good white sugars, so you have to use the best ones."
Barley and rice went out to wash the hawthorns.
Hula la, the children all went out to do their business, and the remaining three adults shook their heads and smiled bitterly.
These kids are really obsessed with money.
Li sighed: "This kid, Xiao Mian, is really clever with his hands and knows a lot."
Li Benshan frowned, he had too much on his mind.
He looked at Mrs. Song and asked tentatively: "Sister-in-law, Xiaomian..."
Xiao Mian has changed a lot, as if he is a different person.
Mrs. Song nodded, she knew what her second brother was going to say.
She had already thought about how to use words to make people accept her miserable child.
She explained: "As you know, this child's physique is capable of channeling spirits. Didn't he become a master in his dream? It was also your brother who asked for it with help."
Mrs. Li was stunned.
Li Benshan suddenly realized it and nodded repeatedly, no wonder...
Mrs. Song whispered: "It's enough for our family to know about this, but don't spread it out."
Li Benshan and his wife nodded quickly.
This matter has to be kept secret. If others find out, they still don’t know how to arrange the child?
If you say it sounds good, you are blessed and blessed by God, but if you say it doesn't sound good, you shouldn't say that the child is possessed by evil spirits?
Li Benshan solemnly said: "We have to hide it from our father."
The old man has a soft ear and can't keep his mouth shut about anything. Why don't you tell Mrs. Zhao?
If Zhao knows about it, the whole world will know about it.
Mrs. Song said: "Just in case, I found a master for Er Yatou."
"Ah?" Li Benshan and his wife were puzzled.
Mrs. Song smiled meaningfully.
"This master is an expert. He naturally comes and goes without a trace. He has a fate with Er Yatou. He taught her something and then wandered away."
Li: Is this okay?
Li Benshan nodded in approval and said, "Yes, I have seen this master before. He is a master of the immortal style."
Ms. Li lowered her head: She was convinced.
The first experiment with candied haws was successful.
Looking at the crunchy, crisp and red candied haws, the whole family burst into laughter.
Sanshun even ate the skewers in his hands while looking at the food on the table.
Li Xiaomian smiled, what is this? Not to mention candied haws, even candied hawthorns, and candied snacks.
When she was in the world of cultivating immortals, she relied on these things to coax the second senior sister to do whatever she was asked to do.
Alas! The second senior sister is extremely talented, a rare genius of her generation. She was promoted earlier than the master.
She suddenly missed her second senior sister a little bit. The second senior sister who was so beautiful must be enjoying herself in the upper world now, right?
Looking at my mortal body without spiritual power, it seems that I will never see Second Senior Sister again in this life.
Li Xiaomian gave everyone the snow-white sugar snowballs to pay for, and looked at her family members in this life with a smile.
As long as you have no ill intentions towards me, I will be sincere to you.
Li Benshan looked at the candied hawthorns and praised them repeatedly: "This candied snowball is better than candied haws. It is convenient for children to eat and will not stick to their bodies."
He took a bite and said in surprise: "Why is this candy so soft? Well, it's delicious."
He was sitting on the kang in the east room, wondering how the sugar snowballs were made, but several children were watching with their own eyes.
Erwang gestured with his hands, "It's so amazing. The red in the mountains turns white when you turn it over."
"Hmm, it's like a magic trick. Just blow the fairy air and it will change." Although Xiaodao's voice is still thin, her expressions are colorful.
The eldest sister was feeding Sanshun some candied snowballs, but the kid couldn't let go of the candied haws in his hands.
Dazhu looked proud, "Everything my sister cooks is delicious."
Li Xiaomian couldn't help but laugh: These naughty kids.
Li was very confident and said: "This sugar snowball will definitely sell well. But how to sell it? In terms of weight or size?"
The family discussed it all afternoon.
Finally, it was decided that Dazhu and Erwang would sell candied haws on their backs and sell candied snowballs one by one.
One bunch of candied haws costs three cents, and two bunches cost five cents. The price is the same as others.
Two candies are given for one penny, and one can be given for three pennies, or seven can be given.
Song and Damai only sell sugar snowballs, sold by the pound.
The two of them were too embarrassed to yell while carrying handfuls of candied haws on their backs.
It's as if their status would be on a higher level if they didn't have the red grass handles around them and sell snow-white sugar snowballs.