"What baby...shhh! Don't say it, no one can say it, don't talk about it, don't talk about it! Avoid angering the gods and take back everything you gave it to you!" Mrs. Wu thought of the milk powder jars she had put away and the most difficult time, and exchanged them for five taels of silver beads.

Unexpectedly, after a few years, the gods gave their treasures to their granddaughter again. No, she had to tell her granddaughter that she would never tell her about this matter.

Song Ziran showed a sincere smile on her face. She rubbed her little face against Mrs. Wu, and her nose felt a little sore: "I know! The god told me that my breasts love me the most and I am dedicated to me. I can only talk about this to my breasts, but no one can tell me."

When Mrs. Wu heard this, she smiled and said, "That's not! Fuya is our little lucky star, the little fairy in the sky. Who do you think of your breasts?"

Since Fuya was born, the life of the old Song family has been getting better and better day by day, and even natural disasters seem to be avoiding them. The weather has been good in the past three years, and the grain output is much higher than in previous years. Going up the mountain to pick up mountain goods is more than other people's families, and it is also valuable! In her small treasury, the silver deposits are more than 300 taels!

A while ago, she followed Fuya’s advice to redeem all the silver notes into gold ingots and placed them in a shabby pottery jar. Every once in a while, she would take out the jars, count the silver, and touch the gold ingots. This has become her big hobby!

In the eyes of Mrs. Wu, these are all the blessings that Fu Ya brings to her family! Who can not love such a well-behaved, sensible, smart and beautiful little Fu Bao?

Song Ziran hugged her breasts' neck and asked in a low voice: "Milk, if I weren't Xiao Fuxing and Little Fairy, would you still love me?"

"Love! Why don't you love? You are the only girl in our old Song family, the granddaughter of the baby of the milk. Who do you love if you don't love?" Grandma Wu asked itchy, "Good Fuya, tell the milk quickly, what good things did the god give you?"

Song Ziran asked her breasts to put her down, picked up the small shovel on the ground to grow vegetables, and said, "Milk, you're ready!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the shovel in her hand disappeared.

Mrs. Wu picked up her little hand, looked left and right, and repeatedly said: "Where is the shovel? Where are you hiding? Is this... a magic trick?"

Song Ziran took out the shovel again from the storage room. When Mrs. Wu saw that the shovel suddenly appeared in her granddaughter's hand, she touched it. It was indeed the one at home. She looked at Fu Ya with a questioning face: "Is this... a new magical power given to you by the gods?"

Song Ziran nodded and said, "The gods gave me a space that can hold things, as big as half of our main hall. Things will not break if they are installed, look..."

She took out a piece of braised pork and bit a gap on it: "This is the last time you made braised pork. I gave me too much money. I didn't finish it. I put it in. You touched it and it was still hot!"

Mrs. Wu started to touch it, and it was still warm. She sniffed it with her nose again, took a bite and tasted it, and said, "It didn't change the flavor just like it was just made."

You should know whether it is on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it is more than two months away. If it were put outside, the meat would have smelled a long time ago!

Mrs. Wu smiled and said, "It's indeed a good treasure! You must hide it. Never tell others. Otherwise, you will be captured as a monster!"

Song Ziran nodded vigorously and said, "Well! I don't say anyone except milk!"

"You just said you wanted to buy food, just put it in the immortal space?" asked Mrs. Wu.

Song Ziran said: "Yeah! I want to buy some to store while the food price is not high. It won't break anyway!"

Mrs. Wu thought about it and said, "It's not the best time to store grain now. Otherwise... after the autumn harvest, the food will be the cheapest at that time!"

Song Ziran wrinkled her little face and said, "Let's get some first. Don't you often say that you don't feel panic when you have food in your hands?"

With Mrs. Wu’s love for her granddaughter, how could she bear to refuse her request? Besides, the crops have just been planted in the fields now, who knows what the climate this year is? If it were like three years ago... I would indeed have to store some food early.

"Okay! Next time I go to the county to receive the subsidy, let's ask about the price of grain. If it's appropriate, I'll stock up a few hundred kilograms first!" Mrs. Wu still has dozens of taels of silver in her hand, but only a few hundred kilograms of grain, just to make her granddaughter happy!

When the grandparents and grandchildren returned to the Song family, they saw the "Beautiful Sheep" bowing their heads to drink water in the yard. The female goat hasn't seen it for more than ten days, and I don't know that she was hooked up by the little ram.

Mei Yangyang glanced at her grandparents and grandchildren softly, and then began to lower her head and eat the vegetable leaves that someone threw to it. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Song Ziran always felt that the look of her eyes was exactly the same as looking at the sheep.

Song Ziran took off her outer shirt and lay on the kang, and her consciousness sank into the space. The ingredients in the kitchen were enough for her to eat for two months. Her research institute was built in the mountains. In addition to her and her two assistants, she was a soldier brother who came to deliver her medicinal materials and essentials every month.

The soldier's young and handsome guy is always liked to pretend to be mature with a stern face. She often teased him as entertainment. The young guy was seriously injured during a task to protect her, and never saw her again. It is said that after he healed, he was demobilized and returned to his hometown.

She pulled out a few honey potatoes from the ingredients and wondered if she could try to plant them. She saw news in her previous life that she said that a certain place had a bumper harvest of honey potatoes, with a per mu yield of 7,000 kilograms.

Oh my god, the grain crops of this era have a high yield of more than three or four hundred kilograms per mu. Her family’s potatoes have hundreds of kilograms per mu, and they are hidden, for fear that they will cause a sensation. If honey potatoes can be planted, let alone seven thousand kilograms, the yield can reach a small half of the previous life - three thousand kilograms, which will also cause a huge shock.

This is also one of the willingness Song Ziran hesitated whether to plant it. She understood the principle of guilt for possessing a treasure. If she was not careful, it would cause a catastrophe to the Song family!

However, it is still a matter of whether she can plant it or not. Otherwise... she only tried to plant a few and kept for her own food? This kind of honey potato is so sweet, especially when it is roasted... Song Ziran seemed to smell the sweet fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes.

She thought for a long time, took out two not-sized ones from the honey potatoes, buried them in a corner of the backyard, and asked her brothers to sprinkle some water to keep the sand moist. Then she just waited for the honey potatoes to sprout. She murmured in her heart: It must sprout, it must sprout!

There are not many honey potatoes in the space. Whether she can achieve her freedom depends on them!

She didn't plan to move other things in the kitchen space for the time being. She smelled the seasonings such as Thirteen Scent and then knew that there were ingredients in them. The taste of them was even better than the ones they bought.

The days of waiting for the honey potatoes to sprout seem particularly long. All the peppers planted in the old house have survived and are very energetic. I won’t worry about not having any peppers to eat in the future!
Chapter completed!