Mrs. Cui thought to herself, if she had known that the leek box business was so good, she would have eaten less leeks before.

The key is that this thing is not sold in the market.

Jiang Zhiluo grows an acre of leeks in her space.

She currently only has one acre of land, so she transplanted all the leeks before.

There is a wood-based aura in the space. No matter what you plant, it will grow quickly and well, and the yield will be high.

And recently, she has also absorbed some spiritual power from plants and trees. Although it is weak, this wood power is growing every day.

When the wood spiritual energy becomes stronger, she can completely heal Cui Hejin's body and upgrade her space.

When the space is upgraded, the land becomes larger, and she can plant more things.

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mom, don't worry, there are still a lot of leeks in the back mountain. When the time comes, I will cut them back and transplant some more. Let's plant more in our yard."

Mrs. Cui couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if our yard was bigger, or if we had more land."

The acre of land they cleared was mainly used to grow wheat and corn.

Only with food can basic life be guaranteed.

If you don’t grow food, you can’t just buy it.

Last year, the wheat and corn grown by their family yielded grain, so they saved some food and allowed them to spend the winter safely.

The price of food increased last winter, and it was really uneconomical to spend money on food.

Therefore, Mrs. Cui felt that she would not panic if she could grow food in the fields.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Mrs. Cui's sad look and comforted her in a low voice: "Mom, think about it, we made 1,740 yuan just by making leek boxes today."

"There is also braised meat. If we sell them all, we can get more than sixty taels of silver."

"In this case, after we work for half a month, we can buy land and homesteads to build a house. When the time comes, we buy more homesteads and a bigger yard, and we can grow vegetables in the front and back yards, and focus on fruits."

Jiang Zhiluo is thinking about growing watermelons and grapes.

But she had never heard of watermelon and grapes when she walked around the town before.

Even strawberries, no one has heard of them.

But everyone knows about raspberries. Raspberries are the kind of small red fruits found in mountains and forests. They are similar in size to mulberries, but are red. People are used to calling them raspberries.

Even if people occasionally see them when they go to cut firewood or work in the fields, they will pick them and eat them, which is not much.

Listening to Jiang Zhiluo describing this scene, Mrs. Cui suddenly became energetic.

"Yes, let's work harder and we will have our own house soon."

Mrs. Cui was happy at the thought of having her own house with a real courtyard wall.

Before, she never dared to think about buying a homestead and building a house.

Mrs. Cui said: "Zhiluo, if you have any ideas, I will listen to you."

Seeing that Mrs. Cui's expression had improved, Jiang Zhiluo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mom, let's go buy some noodles first."

"Okay, let's go buy some noodles."

Then they went to the food store in the town to check it out.

"Thick noodles cost eight cents per catty, and fine noodles cost nineteen cents per catty."

Mrs. Cui originally wanted to buy thin noodles, but when she heard it, she thought it was expensive.

But she didn't speak, but looked at Jiang Zhiluo.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at the thick noodles and then at the thin noodles.

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Your thin noodles are too expensive. Make them cheaper. If they are cheaper, we can buy more."

Jiang Zhiluo feels that one pound is cheaper, and she can save a lot if she buys more.

The waiter in the shop looked at the old lady and the little girl wearing ordinary clothes, so he didn't take them seriously and his attitude was very perfunctory.

He showed a look of contempt and said: "If you can't afford it, don't buy it."

"You don't want to ask around. There are only two grain stores in the town, and the prices are the same. Ours is cheap. If you don't buy it, go to Fucheng to buy it, and the price will be even more expensive."

"If you don't want to buy it, don't block the entrance of the store. There are other customers coming to buy."

When Mrs. Cui heard these words, she looked very unhappy and a little angry.

In the past, He Jin came to buy food, and she didn't know that the people in the food store had such an attitude.

Even though being exiled had smoothed many of Mrs. Cui's edges, at this moment, Mrs. Cui still felt a little embarrassed, and there was a surge of anger in her heart.

She was fine with being humiliated, but Zhi Luo was still with her, and she didn't want Zhi Luo to be humiliated like this.

"Your store is open for business, what's wrong with us negotiating the price?"

The waiter in the shop said disdainfully: "Our store just doesn't bargain on price. If you can't afford to wear such shabby clothes, why should you negotiate the price?"

Jiang Zhiluo stopped Mrs. Cui and said, "Mom, don't be angry."

Jiang Zhiluo wasn't angry, she just looked at the waiter and said, "Brother, if you don't bargain, don't bargain. It's too much to humiliate people."

Jiang Zhiluo's expression was calm, but her eyes had a cold and sharp look.

The waiter at the shop originally wanted to say something sarcastic, but when he saw such a look, for some reason, he felt like there was cold air coming from the soles of his feet.

He didn't know why, but a feeling of fear arose from the bottom of his heart.

His lips moved, but in the end he remained silent.

At this moment, a gray-haired old lady came in at the door carrying two large bags of stuff, "Is this a grain store?"

The old lady's clothes were patched, and the shoes on her feet were torn, exposing her toes.

The old lady spoke a little timidly, and her voice had a dialect accent.

The waiter looked at it, waved the feather duster in his hand and said: "Go, go out quickly, not everyone can come to our grain store, so don't dirty the place of our store."

The old lady staggered a few steps after being waved away, and hurriedly explained: "I sell grain, and I bring freshly ground wheat flour to sell noodles."

The waiter in the shop frowned and said, "There are people in your village who specialize in collecting grains. You just sell to them."

The old lady murmured and lowered her head without answering. She only whispered: "Does your food store accept food?"

"My noodles are very good thin noodles."

The waiter at the shop walked to the door, opened the bag, looked at it, and said: "Your noodles are not fine noodles at all, they are very rough. You charge six cents per catty. If you want to sell them, you can sell them. If you don't want to sell them, leave as soon as possible."

"This, this, this is good noodles, really thin noodles, not mixed with any other grains."

The old lady hurriedly explained.

But the waiter at the store had a tough attitude, "If you don't believe it, go to another grain store and ask. They may not be able to charge you six cents a pound for grain."

The god was too entangled and hesitant, so she continued to sell grain in exchange for some money.

But the price is too low, this is top quality thin noodles.

The old lady wiped the sweat from her forehead and still wanted to ask more questions and give it a try.

She closed the mouth of the sack, picked up the pole and left.

The waiter in the shop threatened unhappily: "Old man, let me tell you, if you go away now and come back to sell grain, the price won't be this, it will only be five cents a pound."

Mrs. Cui was furious when she saw this scene. Thinking of the scene when someone came to the village to collect grain last year, her heart became even heavier.

The old lady hesitated when she heard these words.
Chapter completed!