Chapter 43 The heroine who has never played house fighting is not good at farming
Sensing Uncle Wen's probing gaze, Tang Chi smiled and said, "Children from poor families have long been the masters of the family. This is what I have to do if I want to live alone. Don't be surprised."
In the final analysis, they are all forced by life.
Thinking of this, Uncle Wen looked at Tangchi with a trace of pity in his eyes. He touched his mustache and pondered for a while.
Tangchi raised his head and stared at Uncle Wen, waiting for the answer.
"I can't decide on this matter. I have to ask the county magistrate first."
Tangchi breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little disappointed.
"In this case, you can come again at the beginning of next month to deliver the mushrooms, and I will give you an answer."
"Okay!" Tangchi would be happy to be able to give you one more mushroom.
Tang Chi touched the money in his arms and left. Later, he remembered that he had lied to the butler with his eyes open. It was really terrible.
For the next half month, Tangchi would face the plants in the ground and confess uneasily every day.
In fact, farming is the most high-end setting. How to sell things for the most money without offending people is a science. Before entering the farming setting, she should first study in the house and practice her brain.
A female protagonist who has never played house fighting is not good at farming.
"Dong dong dong——"
One afternoon, while Tangchi was confessing to the dishes on the floor, there was a knock on the door.
She couldn't imagine who was coming to find her, so she opened the door in confusion.
"Who is it - brother?" Tangchi was stunned when he saw the sweet potato boy standing at the door.
She didn't expect that it would be a sweet potato boy.
"Sister Tangchi, I just came to see you." The sweet potato boy still liked to blush as before.
"Come in quickly!" Tangchi opened the door and let him in.
But the sweet potato boy shook his head. "No, no. My dad will have to find me later, so I just came to take a look."
The smile on Tangchi's face paused, then he smiled and said: "It's okay, I wish you could come and see me. I'm fine."
The sweet potato boy looked at the soup pool, nodded, and showed his white teeth.
"Then I'll leave first."
Tang Chi nodded and watched him leave with a somewhat complicated mood.
The sweet potato boy and the original Tangchi must have been childhood sweethearts. He probably likes Tangchi...
At the end of the month, Tangchi went to the mountains to pick mushrooms and was very pleased to see the matsutake mushrooms growing big and white.
She thought that if the negotiation could be successful, she would give mushrooms in the future. The county magistrate and the others had all read books, so they wouldn't care too much about a little village girl like her.
But Tangchi is too honest and thinks too well of people. In fact, most of the time, scholars are the ones who care most.
On the first day of the month, she carried a basket full of matsutake and mushrooms and entered the city with expectations for the future and repentance for the past.
She found the back door of the magistrate's house as usual and knocked on the door. Liu Shi came out and let her in.
All the movements were so coherent and natural, as if she had entered her own home. But I don’t know if she will have a chance in the future.
"Girl, wait here. Uncle Wen told me to call him when you came."
Tangchi nodded, put down the bamboo basket and stood there, his heart going up and down, so he could only look left and right.
She knelt down and looked at her mushrooms and matsutake mushrooms again, hoping that Uncle Wen and the county magistrate would take her mushrooms when they saw how well the matsutake mushrooms grew, and even if they found out that she had been dishonest in the future, they would not follow her.
She cares.
"I still have to go into the house and fight with others to practice."
It's no wonder that she became more and more sincere. She couldn't use her brain all day long in front of a piece of mute mushrooms and vegetables, and it gradually became difficult to use.
"What does fighting with others have to do with selling mushrooms?"
Chapter completed!