The whole village is suffering from tuberculosis, but I have 10,000 acres of top-quality medicinal f

In the end, it was useless for Duan Qingqiu to introduce him.

How to buy and which kind to buy, everyone quickly decided individually.

It's not in stock right now, and it takes time to bake.

So she asked Xiaoxia to pick a flat wooden board and write down each order with a charcoal tip.

The little girl is illiterate, but her arithmetic ability seems to be very good. She can almost tell the amount of money as soon as she says the amount with her front foot, without any pause.

The two sisters worked together all morning and finally sent everyone away.

"Three hundred and forty-five, three hundred and forty-six..."

Xiaoxia pulled the small broken box used to collect money, looked at the light, and counted them one by one.

After counting three times, he raised his head and his eyes were filled with stars: "Sister, three hundred and eighty cents. In just this moment, we earned three hundred and eighty cents!"

"We need to eliminate the cost." Duan Qingqiu reminded.

"That's a lot!"

"Um……"

"Sister, why don't you seem unhappy?"

How could she not be happy? She was already excited when she was writing down the list.

At this moment, very real problems are about to be put in front of us one by one.

"The few earthenware jars I have on hand were dug out from the corners. Where are the suitable containers at home now?"

Duan Qingqiu held his chin and continued: "The container is one thing, and the other is the problem of the stove. The baking process is too long. Someone has to keep an eye on the fire. You can only bake one pot at a time. It will take you a whole day to save your life." I can’t bake a few…”

"Then, what should we do?" Xiaoxia was dumbfounded.

Just thinking about making money, I didn’t think much about it at all.

If it can’t be baked and delivered, you still have to spit out the money you got!

"Let's just do it." She slapped her sister's brain with her finger, stood up and said, "Those are not important. The most important thing at the moment is the raw material, pears."

Although the pear seller looked like he couldn't sell the pears that day, who knows if they have all been sold out in the past few days.

Even if not all were sold out, there was only a little left, which was bad news for her.

After all, from the beginning, what she wanted to earn was not the money of the villagers.

This morning's scene was just an experiment.

As it turns out, she was quite successful.

The ancient roasted pear method, coupled with its own unique secret recipe, can completely open up a new path here - a path to health that combines food and medicine!

Time waits for no one, and they quickly decided on their respective divisions of labor.

Xiaoxia continued to watch pears roasting over the fire at home, while Xiaodong went outside to inquire about the master who made the earthenware urns.

Duan Qingqiu and Azhi pushed the cart on the road to Selling Pear Village.

After several days of drying, the muddy path finally regained its firmness and became much more solid to walk on.

There was nothing to do, and the two of them started chatting.

But basically it was Duan Qingqiu who was talking, while the other person remained silent, only saying one or two words from time to time to show that he was listening.

"You ate the roasted pears too, how do you feel?"

"……Good."

"Are there any shortcomings?"

"……sweet."

"This is considered a dessert. If the dessert is not sweet, why is it bitter?"

You must know that in ancient times, sugar was a luxury product, and almost everyone didn't like sweetness. This guy was lucky enough to dislike it.

Ah Zhi pursed his lips and remained silent.

Duan Qingqiu looked at the man's deep expression, and it was hard to imagine how he had survived in that kind of place before.

Although it is said that face can conquer everything, but no matter what, to make a smile, you have to laugh first.

Or are you saying that this is what young ladies from wealthy families in this era like?

As he cursed, the man's thick long eyelashes trembled and he turned his head and looked over.

For some unknown reason, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, pretending to look intently, and said, "We're almost there, right? Is this the way to go?"

"Ah."

While talking, an old man walked towards me.

Duan Qingqiu asked politely: "Old man, where is Li's family?"

"Li Er?" The old man first looked her up and down with squinting eyes, then showed a sarcastic expression, pouted his lips, and said calmly, "Go to the end and turn left. There is a pear tree with a crooked neck at the door. That's his house. "

Li Er's house was built very grandly, or in other words, it was quite big.

The high courtyard wall enclosed a place where the boss seemed to be hiding some treasure.

But when the door panel was opened, the situation inside was completely different from what was imagined.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, there were no chickens or ducks, and it was completely empty and lifeless.

There were several holes in the doors and windows of the house, letting in the wind.

There was half a bowl of food on the small table in front of the kitchen door. It was yellow in color, the clear soup was watery, and there wasn't half a grain of rice in it. It must have been boiled sweet potato soup.

When Li Er saw the two of them, he was startled for a moment, and then suddenly said: "It turns out to be you, the kind lady who gave me an extra five cents that day!"

Since arriving in this place, this is the first time that someone has addressed him with such respect.

Duan Qingqiu expressed that he was a little uncomfortable.

She touched the tip of her nose and said with a smile: "My surname is Duan, just call me Xiaoqiu."

Li Er refused, and still insisted on calling her Miss Duan.

He welcomed the person in, then suddenly remembered something and felt very embarrassed. He quickly cleared away the uneaten rice bowl and moved out a few stools.

"Sit down, sit down quickly, the house is too messy, so I won't invite you into the house. Oh, yes, tea, I, I will boil some water first..."

Duan Qingqiu hurriedly stopped the other party: "Uncle Li, there's no need to be busy."

"Hey, hey..." The man rubbed his rough fingers and grinned, "The pears from last time were delicious, weren't they?"

"It's delicious." She nodded vigorously.

When the man heard this, he smiled even more happily, as if his child had been praised.

"It's not that I, Li Er, am bragging, I really can't find such good pears in this area of ​​ten miles and eight villages!" He waved his hand and pointed to the back and said, "Have you seen that mountain top? All the pear trees on that mountain belong to me! From flowering to fruiting, from watering to fertilizing, I stayed up all night, even my mother-in-law—"

Suddenly, Li Er couldn't speak anymore, his lips trembled and his eyes turned red.

He rubbed his face vigorously and smiled again: "Look at my mouth, it's so long-winded. Miss Duan still wants to buy pears when she comes today, right? I don't know how many you need. I'll get them."

Duan Qingqiu and Ah Zhi looked at each other and asked seriously: "How many do you have?"

"Ah?" Li Er obviously didn't understand, "What, what do you mean?"

"Uncle Li, I like your pears very much and sincerely want to do a long-term business with you, so I have two questions and I hope you can answer them honestly."

"You...you said."

"First, how much stock do you have? Second, the weather will get colder and colder in the future. How many days can your pears be stored?"

Perhaps he was swayed by Duan Qingqiu's aura. Although it was obvious that she was not from a wealthy family, Li Er couldn't help but confessed: "I still have...eight hundred catties."