MTL - The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor-Chapter 15 selling vegetables

Chapter 15 Selling Vegetables

The street market is bustling with people and bustling.

Mo Yan was busy greeting the customers who came to buy groceries. With her grandma helping to weigh the food, she felt a lot more relaxed. The increasingly heavy money bag around her waist made her feel happy. But it was just a basket of vegetables that could not withstand the sale. In a short time, all the cabbage and tomatoes were sold out, leaving only three yellow corns.

She had no intention of selling the remaining corn, so she took out the corn and put the basket behind her.

“Child, why did you put the corn away before it was sold out?” Grandma couldn’t help but ask.

Mo Yan stuffed the corn into Grandma's bamboo basket and said with a smile: "Grandma, thanks to you, I can sell all these vegetables. This corn is not worth much, so I gave it to you."

When grandma heard this, she quickly returned the corn to her: "How can this be done? This corn can be bought for six cents!"

The corn here is sold by the piece. Moyan’s corn is so big that one is as big as two others, and many people buy it for a penny more.

Mo Yan took Grandma's hand, lowered her head and said with embarrassment: "Grandma, I lost the street sign today. My father would definitely kill me if he knew it, so I thought of hiding it from him first, and wait for a few days. After I have saved enough money from selling vegetables, I will secretly get a street sign. But these days, I still hope that my grandma can bring me in like today. I will consider these corns as my thanks to you. If you don’t accept them, just think of them as mine. Didn’t say that.”

Looking at her big dark eyes, looking pitiful like a homeless little kitten, grandma's heart softened, and in desperation, she had no choice but to nod in agreement.

With her wish fulfilled, Mo Yanxiao squinted her eyes, and her bright smile actually made the sunlight eclipse it.

Grandma helped her a lot, and she reciprocated the favor and helped greet the customers who came to buy pears. An hour later, both baskets of pears were sold out.

Since they were going to buy oil and salt, Mo Yan made an appointment with Grandma where they would meet tomorrow, and the two separated.

Mo Yan carried the broken basket all the way to the shop where she bought oil, salt and seasonings. After shopping around, she found that the cheapest store cost twenty-two cents for a pound of salt, and twenty-two cents for oil, which was cheaper.

Mo Yan weighed her money bag, gritted her teeth, and bought two kilograms of salt and two kilograms of oil, plus a clay pot to hold the salt and oil. It cost a total of ninety cash. The money from selling vegetables suddenly hit the bottom, with only seven yuan left. Money.

Mo Yan didn't bother to save the last seven cents, so she went to buy a pound of rice. Who knows, she hadn't seen a grain of rice in more than half a month since she had been in this world.

Mo Yan was depressed when she thought about the rice that could be seen but not eaten in the space. However, she did not plan to sit in the rice vat and starve anymore. When she made money from selling vegetables tomorrow, she would buy a sickle and a small stone mill to knock the cut rice off. Grind the rice grains with a stone mill and remove the shells. The remaining rice grains can be cooked and eaten.

Putting the rice, salt and oil into the basket, Mo Yan walked briskly out of Longshi Town, found an uninhabited place, and took out a dozen corns and radishes from the space before returning to the ruined temple.

The bright yellow vegetable oil and the white rice salt made Xin'er and Zhen'er, who had also eaten boiled vegetables for more than half a month, very happy. Even Mo Qingze was looking forward to it.

However, adults always think more than children. After being overjoyed, Mo Qingze couldn't help but ask: "Where did you get these things?"

What is revealed in his words is not suspicion, but concern.

“Don’t worry, dad, my daughter didn’t steal or rob her. These things came in due time!” Mo Yan didn’t answer his question directly, but her expression was extremely serious.

Although her father had some doubts about the vegetables she brought out, he was afraid that he was also confused. It was difficult for him to think that she had a space in her body. She had no intention of revealing it. This had nothing to do with trust. She just didn't want one more person to bear this seemingly Good, practical but heavy secret.

When Mo Qingze heard this, he didn't ask any more questions, but the flash of frustration and loneliness on his face made Mo Yan feel a little depressed.

Li Yan rushed to make lunch. At Mo Yan's signal, she poured out half of the rice, washed it, and boiled it with water. After the water boiled, she added the broken corn kernels and chopped radish to it. .

Within half an hour, the entire ruined temple was filled with a rich aroma. After adding the oil and salt, the two little ones eagerly gathered around the pot, eager to eat it immediately.

 When the porridge was out of the pot, everyone had a full bowl. Mo Yan held the bowl and sipped the porridge in small sips, squinting her eyes with a look of enjoyment on her face. The porridge was soft, glutinous and delicious, completely absorbing the flavor of the radish. Coupled with the fragrant and sweet corn, it was hard not to think it was delicious. .

Others also ate it very sweetly. Mo Qingze and his son had not eaten rice for a long time and had not tasted the salty taste. Li Yan's descendants were even worse. After escaping from the robbers, they had nothing to eat. They only relied on grass roots, leaves and raw water to satisfy their hunger along the way. If they had not met Mo Qingze, The family may have starved to death on the roadside.

After dinner, the two little ones played around for a while and then went to take a nap. However, Li Yan was too embarrassed to rest. After helping her grandfather lie down, she ignored Mo Yan's obstruction and carried several people's dirty clothes to wash.

“Let her do whatever she wants, and she will feel better.” Mo Qingze came over at some point, looked at the little girl’s back and said to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan understood what he meant, and it was precisely because of this that the little girl was loved by others. She secretly thought that she must take more care of the couple along the way.

Thinking of rushing on the road, Mo Yan suddenly remembered the business: "By the way, Dad, how was your inquiry today?"

Mo Qingze frowned slightly when he heard this: "More than half a month ago, the imperial court sent an additional 70,000 troops. It was supposed to be able to quell this civil strife very quickly. However, it is said that there are still shadows of enemy countries in this civil strife. There is now a fierce fighting in the south. It’s intense, but the north side is relatively stable, maybe…”

 At this point, Mo Qingze paused and felt that there was no need to say anything more. His daughter might not understand if he did.

Mo Yan got what he wanted to know, and he had no intention of asking about anything else. As long as the north was stable and they could arrive safely.

 …

Early the next morning, Mo Yan carried a heavy basket and waited at the place she had agreed with her grandma yesterday. Not long after waiting, grandma arrived with two baskets of pears. The two of them pretended to be grandparents and grandchildren just like yesterday, and it went very smoothly. Entered the town.

The basket of vegetables that Mo Yan brought today was sold faster than yesterday, and many of them were customers who bought vegetables yesterday. It turned out that after these people took the dishes home and prepared them, their family members all felt that the dishes tasted better than the previous ones. Some children who did not eat vegetarian dishes at home were very happy with the food, so they came to buy it again early in the morning.

A customer happily paid and said jokingly: "Girl, your dish looks good and tastes better than others. Why don't you sell it to a big restaurant to save you the hassle of setting up a stall?"

 The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Mo Yan's eyes lit up, and she realized that this was feasible, but she had to think carefully about how to do it. She didn't want to expose the secret of the space just to sell it for a few bucks.

 Only this time, before she could think of a safe way, a big business came to her door...

 (End of this chapter)