It rained all day and all night, and not many people came out to buy vegetables. Business was very light, so Mu Yunhan and Bai Wuwei simply went to the suburbs to look at the land.
The past few years have been good, and not many people are willing to sell their land. Therefore, the area of this piece of land is not large, only about ten acres, and the asking price is quite high.
The ground was actually good, and even though it rained all day and night, there was no waterlogging. However, Mu Yunhan especially hated rainy days and couldn't help but get irritated when he heard the sound of rain.
This irritability was obvious. Bai Wuwei thought she was dissatisfied with the lack of land, so he comforted her and said: "A little makes a lot, buy this land first, and then think of ways to buy surrounding land..."
Mu Yunhan did not explain: "From the perspective of shopkeeper Bai, how much of the market can our food occupy in the entire Liuxian County?"
Bai Wuwei had long since given it over: "I can take about three-tenths. If I work harder, I can take five-tenths. There must be some way to survive for other vendors or ordinary people, otherwise the county will not be happy."
Mu Yunhan said: "That's it. The land here is not easy to buy. It's enough to grow the vegetables we sell. No matter how much land I have, I plan to buy it in Shoushan Town. In the future, we will still focus on medicinal materials and dry goods."
Fresh vegetables are difficult to transport, so you just need to ensure local sales. If you want to make your business big and far, you still have to sell medicinal materials and dry goods such as mushrooms, fungus, and white fungus.
Shoushan Town is remote, not accessible to ordinary people, and the land is cheap. It is better to use it as a base for the time being, and then move into the state capital in the future, and then pursue other plans.
In addition, she also wants to seize the time to open a restaurant, produce and sell her own medicine. In the future, herbal medicine restaurants will be spread all over the country, which will be called beauty.
It was already noon when the deed was signed, and the landlord wanted to keep them for dinner.
Mu Yunhan thought that if he wanted to farm here in the future, he would have to have a good relationship with the locals, so he agreed.
Regardless of whether he had a simple meal or was clean or not, he talked to the female family members with a smile, and even prescribed a prescription for treating diarrhea for one of the host's children.
The landlord's family saw that she was approachable and easy to talk to, and Bai Wuwei was a sweet-talking person, so they deliberately invited the female relatives of two local gentry to accompany her.
After saying goodbye after dinner, a dirty boy suddenly ran over and almost hit Mu Yunhan, but was caught by Xiaomi.
He didn't care about struggling and just stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth with all his strength, his cheeks bulging like a goldfish.
"You are a slut who has a mother but not a mother. I ask you to eat secretly! I ask you to eat secretly!"
A woman screamed and chased after him, snatched the boy from Xiaomi's hands, and hit his head with the shovel in her hand. Blood flowed out instantly, covering the boy's face.
But the boy didn't cry, just wiped it randomly and just swallowed the steamed bun hard. The steamed bun was too dry and he swallowed it too quickly. He choked quickly and rolled his eyes.
The woman refused to let him go, grabbing his face and tearing it hard, hitting and kicking him.
Mu Yunhan couldn't stand it anymore and said, "He's about to choke to death."
Xiaomi gently waved his arm to isolate the woman, then hit the boy on the back, and the boy spit out the steamed bun with a "wow" sound.
It was raining, the ground was full of mud, the steamed buns rolled to the ground, and it was extremely dirty.
But he lay down on the ground regardless of it, and was busy picking up the piece of steamed bun to eat.
A man rushed over, stepped on the steamed bun, grabbed his collar, lifted him up and threw him aside, yelling: "You greedy little bastard, throw him into a pig pen and lock him up!"
With a soft sound of "tearing", most of the boy's already tattered clothes were torn off, revealing his skinny, scarred body and half of his buttocks. After rolling in the mud, he turned into a clay figure. (To be continued)