Chapter 708 Age: Throwing Down the Educated Youth Husband 11
The wheat milk powder exudes a sweet smell in the air, causing the onlookers to swallow their saliva.
Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and finally a man came out.
"Xiaoshuang, since you said that, I won't cheat you. The corn I have given you must have five more pieces, so you can give me a spoonful of gluten essence."
Bai Shuang said lightly: "Uncle Lin, five short and dry corns are not as good as a spoonful of wheat milk essence, half a spoonful of them."
Uncle Lin scratched his head when he heard this, a little embarrassed, but his smile was satisfied, "Okay, half a spoon is half a spoon, you wait, I'll go home and get the bowl!"
Some people stood up, and others stood up one after another.
This exposed that many of the things they gave to the Sheng family before were left, the worst ones they chose.
And the quantity is very small, otherwise Grandpa Sheng would not be reluctant to put corn while cooking, and he would have to add so much Guanyin soil and tree bark.
It's all because there is not enough food!
But even so, the villagers' behavior of helping Sheng's family was real, and it was natural to give it to them.
But after returning the squid with squid today, they will be considered as clearing.
If these villagers knew about Baishuang's future achievements and development, even if they were killed today, they would never be able to "clear" with Baishuang.
After the white cream had almost divided the wheat milk sperm, almost all the villagers had been exposed.
Li's mother left in shame when Bai Shuang started to distribute wheat milk sperm. While walking, she also scolded Bai Shuang for "deserving sin."
She thought that Baishuang had not received any benefits, and the squid semen was gone, and her envy, jealousy and hatred for the Sheng family were gone.
In the Sheng family, only the village chief was left standing in the yard.
"Village Chief, there is only one left, which is not enough to return the food you have given, but it doesn't matter. I will give you anything else in the future." Bai Shuang handed over the bottom of the pot of wheat milk sperm and said.
But the village chief waved his hand and said earnestly: "Xiaoshuang, I don't want you. When your living conditions in the future really improve, then you are willing to respect me a little, and I will not refuse."
Bai Shuang was slightly stunned, but she didn't expect that the village chief's attitude was completely different from others.
Bai Shuang's eyes became deeper, "Village Chief, don't you ask me where this can of malted milk essence came from?"
The village chief laughed twice with heart, patted Bai Shuang on the shoulder, "Silly child, this is your private matter, why should I ask?"
The village chief went to Grandpa Sheng to say a few more words, and then left to go to work.
As soon as the village chief left, Grandpa Sheng couldn't help crying.
"Grandpa, why are you crying? Don't cry." Bai Shuang couldn't stand the old man crying and walked over to comfort him.
Grandpa Sheng cried and blamed himself, "It's because I'm so useless, I can't make any food. I finally got some good things, but they were also given away. Frost, Grandpa really deserves to die, forget it, this way
You can eat more and eat more and eat more..."
"Grandpa, don't say that." Bai Shuang's heart was a little touched.
She didn't expect Grandpa Sheng to blame her from this perspective, and she didn't expect Grandpa Sheng to be willing to die in exchange for her fullness.
This form of family affection is different from the family affection that Bai Shuang felt before.
There are many changes in the world, and there are countless types.
Only in the dark cave can Bai Shuang spend three thousand worlds alone and understand the ever-changing emotions.
The gate of Sheng's family was pushed open again. Bai Shuang thought that some villagers had returned, and said without raising her head: "There is no more malted milk sperm, and even if you think something is wrong, you can't replenish you."
"Who are you supplying?" A low and indifferent voice rang out.
Bai Shuang then looked up and saw that the person coming was Fu Si.
"Fu Zhiqing? Why is it you?" Bai Shuang comforted Grandpa Sheng twice and walked towards Fu Si.
After Grandpa Sheng knew that it was Fu Si who came, he quickly wiped his tears and smiled at Fu Si, "It's Fu Zhiqing, thank you so much for the things you brought back to Shuang before. But...
…”
Grandpa Sheng saw the pot of wheat milk sperm with only one layer left, and he curled his mouth and wanted to cry.
Fu Si also saw the can of oxidant, and he was a little surprised, "What the hell is going on?"
Bai Shuang told the story and Grandpa Sheng wiped his tears.
"So that's the case, it doesn't matter." Fu Si's eyebrows raised slightly, and he, who had always been indifferent, showed a little smile at this moment, and his whole temperament changed.
Fu Si took out a wrapped handkerchief from his arms, and he slowly opened the handkerchief. The exposed things inside made Grandpa Sheng stop crying.
"This... these are?!" Grandpa Sheng's eyes seemed to be glowing. He looked at the money and tickets and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Grandpa, you can't rub your eyes directly with your hands." Bai Shuang frowned and corrected Grandpa Sheng's unhygienic eyes.
Fu Si looked at Baishuang, and a smile appeared in his black eyes, "These are the money and tickets for your jam, and your jam is very popular in the county. Some people from the city came over and asked me if I wanted to cooperate."
Bai Shuang was slightly surprised, "I only gave you three or four bottles of jam. Have you sold it so much?"
Fu Si said: "I divided them into many small portions, and it is difficult to sell a large bottle."
Bai Shuang gave a thumbs up when she heard this and teased her, "Business genius Fu Zhiqing."
As the two of them spoke back and forth, Grandpa Sheng also understood.
His voice was trembling, "Fu Zhiqing, are you speculating?"
In fact, in this era, we have opened up business and sell things to do business.
However, in a remote mountain village like Muliu Village, the elderly and conservative people still think that doing business is just speculation and cannot do it.
"Grandpa Sheng, I'm not speculating, I'm doing business normally." Fu Si tried hard to explain the difference to the old man.
But Bai Shuang said directly: "Grandpa, do you have the heart to see that I am still hungry like before? Look at my face, I have only grown a little bit of flesh recently. Do you want me to lose weight again or do you want me to make me lose weight?
Keep having meat?”
Grandpa Sheng fought for a while and finally lost, "Shuang, Grandpa hopes that you can live a better and better life, become more and more fleshy, and become fatter. I don't care whether you are speculating or doing it.
Business, in short, safety comes first, and only when one lives can one eat meat.”
"Grandpa is so nice." Bai Shuang smiled with her arms in Grandpa Sheng.
The old man's arms were not very fleshy, and he was so uncomfortable when he held them.
Bai Shuang glanced at her and secretly decided in her heart to raise her grandfather to be white and fat, to become a blessed old man, and to spend her old age happily.
"These are all yours." Fu Si rewrapped the handkerchief and handed it to Baishuang.
"My?" Bai Shuang blinked at him, "Didn't you agree that I won't charge the money for the first time selling jam."
"It's the deposit that the big boss wants to seek cooperation with you." Bai Shuang's figure reflected in Fu Si's black eyes, "Sheng Bai Shuang, do you dare to play with a big one?"