Damai glanced at his younger brothers and sisters, and then said with caution: "Why don't we buy their Shanlihong? These people brought Shanlihong home but don't know how to cook it, and they just leave it alone."
Mrs. Song nodded, this could be considered a solution.
There are many fruit trees in the mountains, but they belong to everyone. Just like now, anyone can pick them.
She touched the money in her purse...
"It seems that we can only buy Shanlihong. We don't have it here, but it must be available in other places. Let's go to other villages to collect it."
Li Benshan said: "Let's pick up the ones from our village first. They all live in the same village, so it would be a pity to have them in bad hands."
Mrs. Li muttered: "If you ask me not to accept a pound of it from my village, it will fall into their hands."
Although she said so, the person had already walked to the door.
When he got to the door, he turned back and asked, "How should we collect the Fa? I'll go to the village and talk about it."
Mrs. Song said: "Stop making noises in the village. Bring a ladle of sugar and snowballs to Uncle Li Zheng's house and ask him to inform the villagers."
If the second younger sibling goes to the village to make noise, with her temper, black face and unwillingness, won't she offend others?
It's a matter of two things that are good for each other (a win-win situation), so why do we have to offend others?
Li Benshan said: "Do as my sister-in-law says, don't be embarrassed, the price is according to the market price, one penny is three pounds."
Li Zheng listened to Li's words and readily agreed.
Of course he is well-versed in this matter in the village. This is all a matter of poverty!
So he could only watch and let everyone do what they did.
It's a good thing to make money after working hard. If you can't work hard, it's because they don't have the ability and can't rely on others.
If he interferes here and prevents everyone from doing it, it will cut off people and money.
In this society, cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. Doesn't this attract hatred? This is something he must never do.
Therefore, he could only sit at home and watch everyone make a fuss.
Seeing that everyone was dejected and disheartened, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally calmed down.
It became quiet, but everyone was talking with their heads down, ignoring everyone, as if everyone owed two thousand dollars. He was also worried when he saw it.
Therefore, he was actually very happy when Mr. Li came to visit him.
Being able to get the villagers to sell the Shanlihong they smashed into their hands means that the work was not in vain.
After the things were done, Mrs. Li was busy leaving. There were a lot of things going on at home!
Li Zheng's wife poured the sugar snowballs into her own basin, handed the gourd gourd to Mrs. Li, and said with a smile: "Come and get whatever you want."
Mrs. Li smiled and said: "It's not a valuable thing for the children to eat sweetly."
Li Zheng's wife said angrily: "You are just too polite. Don't you do that next time?"
The two of them talked politely, one left and the other saw him off.
At this time, the daughter-in-law of the second son of the Li Zheng family came over and said with a smile: "Second sister-in-law, these sugar snowballs are so delicious. How do you make the sweet noodles outside?"
Mrs. Li was stunned. What she did? This is the most confidential matter in the family. I can't tell you.
Li Zheng's wife glared at her daughter-in-law and said, "You can just eat. Why do you ask so many questions?"
She glanced at Mrs. Li in confusion again and said, "This daughter-in-law doesn't know anything. Can she just ask around about crafts?"
The second son's wife laughed and said, "I'm just curious."
Mrs. Li quickly smiled and said, "It's okay. Uncle Li Zheng is very kind to my family. If I don't tell anyone, I have to tell you."
As she spoke, she lowered her voice and said: "Tangy snowballs are the same as candied haws, they are both made of sugar. Auntie, please don't tell others."
Anyone who has eaten sugar snowballs knows that they are made of sugar, but how to make them is not so easy to learn.
Although she thinks it is very easy now, it is like separating a layer of window paper and if you pierce it, anyone can do it.
But Xiaomian said, every other line is like a mountain. Those who are used to making candied haws may be able to figure it out one day. But for other laymen, it is difficult to do it!
After sending Li away, Li Zheng's face darkened.
She glanced at her second son and daughter-in-law who were worried, looked at her old wife, and went out with her hands behind her back.
He had to go to the village to talk about Ben Shan's family's collection of red flowers from the mountains. As for disciplining his daughter-in-law, that was the old wife's job.
Li Zheng went out, and Li Zheng's wife pointed at his second son's wife and cursed: "You short-sighted thing. What are you so blind about?"
"Snowballing with sugar is someone's craft. How do you make it? Whose craft can you talk about casually? Why? Do you still want to learn from me? Isn't it embarrassing for you?"
The second son's daughter-in-law explained: "I'm not just curious. I'm just asking because I'm bald."
She mumbled dissatisfiedly: "If you say it's made of sugar, tell our family what you say. Then who doesn't know it's made of sugar? Do you need to tell him? Just be obedient."
Li Zheng's wife was so angry that she slapped her on the back.
"Then what else can I tell you? Teach you step by step? Are you short of food or drink at home? You are so short-sighted."
After being slapped, the second son and his wife were not convinced, but they did not dare to talk back.
There is a reputation for harvesting hawthorns.
And it’s not a good idea to always use gourds and gourds to sell sugar snowballs.
Because I am always afraid of not giving enough to others, I always fill the gourd and gourd full and give more every time.
In the past, there was no cost to the hawthorns picked by myself, so it was okay to give more. But then the hawthorns would have a cost, and if I gave more, I would be reluctant to do so.
It hurts to give too much, and even less to give less, so Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and bought two scales back.
We call them two, one big and one small. The little one goes to the county town to sell sugar snowballs, while the big one collects hawthorns at home.
After solving the problem of raw materials, the Li family's business is back on track.
After so many days of study, Li also learned how to make candied hawthorn and candied haws.
After doing it a few times, the success rate was very high. Xiaomian gave up.
Seeing the family busy in full swing, Li Xiaomian secretly left the house.
Since she came to this world, she has only cared about two things.
The first is to find ways to make money and eat well, and the second is to look for treasures from heaven and earth to restore the vitality of the space.
Xiaomian looked at Daqingshan, and there was a hawthorn tree on the mountain that she cared about.
The wind is very strong today, there are not many people on the street, there is no enthusiasm for picking hawthorns, and all the cocklebur seeds have been plundered. Most of the idle villagers are at home.
Li Xiaomian wrapped her headscarf, exposing only her two eyes, and followed her memory to find the hawthorn tree with her little hands.
There is no wind in the mountain forest, but you can hear the whistling of the wind above your head.
The hawthorn trees were bare and had no red fruits.
Xiaomian circled around the hawthorn tree twice, but did not find any spiritual energy.
Could it be that you were dazzled last time?
Xiaomian was depressed, but based on the principle that he would rather catch someone by mistake than let him go.
Regardless of whether it has aura or not, Li Xiaomian decided to move the hawthorn tree into the space.
The hawthorn tree is rooted in the cracks of the rocks. It is impossible for the little cotton people to dig it out.
It seems that we can only rely on the power of space.
She checked her surroundings to make sure that no one would notice any movement here. Then she hugged the hawthorn tree and ducked into the space.