After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

Song Ke, who was stared at by his old mother and couldn't do anything, had to take a hard bite of the hard bun, chew it in his mouth for a long time, and then swallow it down with a mouthful of thin porridge.

One mouthful of steamed buns made his neck grow a few inches.

But he just breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Haopo, who had been standing by the side, picked up another dried eggplant for him, "Just eat steamed buns and porridge, it's so bland, eating dried eggplant is better than porridge. Try it, Does it still smell the same as before?”

Song Ke had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept his old mother's kindness.

Even though Kong Jie, who was sitting opposite him, was winking at him frantically, he still had to put the dried eggplant into his mouth.

really.

It still tastes the same.

Salty and chewy.

I can't taste the eggplant flavor at all.

It feels like chewing an old piece of cowhide covered in salt.

Leaving the teeth very helpless.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Song Haopo looked at her eldest son expectantly.

What can the eldest son do?

He could only answer while chewing the incredible dried eggplant: "It still tastes the same as before."

The memories of the past attacked Song Ke crazily.

That's right, the dried eggplant made by his mother before was indeed like this.

When Song Ke's father was still alive, he said that one of Song Haopo's dried eggplants could hang ten people.

It's an exaggeration, but it's not unreasonable.

When Song Ke was a child, he didn't understand why eggplants that were cooked so soft could become so tough in his mother's hands.

Just like the old lady herself.

With an eggplant hanging from his throat, Song Ke couldn't move up or down. He wanted to squirm crazily, but had to hold back. The look in his mother's eyes made Song Ke shed rare tears.

Song Haopo was also very moved when she saw Song Ke's appearance.

"Son, if you like to eat these dried eggplants, Mom will ask Dongyue to go to the street to buy more later. Mom will make enough for you to last for three years."

"Mom, ugh..." Song Ke's throat cramped and he almost vomited out. Fortunately, he controlled it, "Mom, don't bother."

"Why bother making some eggplant? You don't have to worry about me, just take care of yourself." After Song Haopo finished speaking, she turned around and said she was going to get some porridge for everyone.

Song Ke took the opportunity to quickly pull out the eggplant hanging from his throat, and almost vomited.

Song Yang, who was sitting at the other table, looked at his eldest brother with a smile, "Brother, you haven't eaten mom's dried eggplant for so many years. Have you forgotten how to eat it? You have to use your front teeth to bite off a little bit, and then eat it. eat.

If you eat such a long stick directly, it's strange that it can be chewed to bits. "

After saying that, Song Yang threw a dried eggplant in his bowl to Mancang beside him, "Eat, I saved it for you."

Mancang didn't even think about it and threw the eggplant directly to Chujiu next to him.

Chujiu threw the dried eggplant to Tugen.

Tugen... Tugen thought the dried eggplant was delicious. He had already finished breakfast, so he took the dried eggplant in his mouth and ate it as a snack.

He could chew this stuff all day long.

Song Ke laughed angrily at the action of throwing eggplants at the next table. He asked Song Yang, "Is your sister-in-law going out soon?"

That is to say, what he smiled had nothing to do with what he asked.

Song Yang was stunned by his question.

"Ah? Brother, why are you asking me? Isn't my sister-in-law your wife?" After saying that, Song Yang left with the empty porridge bowl.

As he walked, he looked back at his elder brother twice.

Brother, he's so weird, Song Yang thought, he doesn't want to sleep with or talk to his wife, what do you think?

Yes or no......

Song Yang, who had already walked out of the dining tent, immediately stepped back and whispered in Song Ke's ear: "Brother, you won't have another woman here, will you?"

Song Ke, who was drinking porridge, spit out a mouthful of porridge directly from his nostrils.

Kong Jie, who was sitting opposite him, was stunned and said, "The boss is so awesome... He can even spray rice from his nostrils!"

One breakfast made Song Ke lose his temper.

He wiped his nose randomly with his sleeve, then carried Song Yang to the side, "You brat, what are you talking about? Who told you that I have a woman outside?"

"No?" Song Yang was held up by his collar, but he kindly reminded him, "Brother, I just want to remind you, when you brought Jun Lan back, how did your sister-in-law make trouble with you? Didn't you forget?

Let me tell you, my sister-in-law’s fighting ability now is ten times that of that sister-in-law back then! No, a hundred times!

Your hands seem to be shaking a little. Did you twist your tendon just now while carrying the knife for my sister-in-law? ! Her knife..."

"Okay," Song Ke guiltily let go of his brother's collar, "Do you think I look like that kind of person?"

"It doesn't look like it to me." Song Yang said.

Song Ke nodded with satisfaction.

But he heard Song Yang continue: "But it doesn't stop you from bringing Jun Lan back. By the way, Jun Lan's mother..."

"Dead." Song Ke looked very sad at this time.

But Song Yang was still banging on his head, "Look, brother, you are not destined to take a concubine! You and my sister-in-law are nice, but don't do anything to disgrace her, otherwise, I will be special I’m afraid you can’t beat my sister-in-law.”

Song Ke's face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth and said one word, "Get out."

"Brother, I am your biological brother and I am telling you these truths." Song Yang was still pouring out his heart. "If you don't believe me, ask others. I usually don't say that much to anyone else."

Unable to bear it anymore, Song Ke kicked Song Yang in the buttocks and shouted: "Go away or not?"

"...You have such a bad temper, my sister-in-law will have to follow you...Ouch, get out, get out, get out, I'm getting out."

........

After finishing the meal, everyone was quite satisfied, except for Song Ke, who had a heart-wrenching breakfast. After that, everyone divided into groups and went separate ways.

Boss Chen Dongyue and Da Dunzi were going to go shopping outside.

Because he was afraid that they would get lost, Song Ke asked Chang Wu to take them for a walk.

Song Bufan was going to take the strong men from Qingshan Village to the suburbs not far away to cut down cattail grass and bamboo.

That's right, since Qingshan Embroidery Workshop is ready to resume its old business, is there any reason why Qingshan Handicraft Workshop should not reopen?

They also need to train, but besides training, why not make some extra money?

Fortunately, the old guardhouse was very close to the outskirts of the city, and it only took a stick of incense to walk, so Uncle Wang was willing to take them to the outskirts of the city.

As for Lady You and the others, they naturally have to set up the embroidery racks and start business.

As for the two younger ones, Tu Gen and Jun Lan, they naturally studied with Li Xiucai.

The remaining doctor, Yao, is planning to play chess with Mr. Lu until the other side kowtows and calls him father.

As for Song Ke and the others, they still have to go to Prince Kang's Mansion to meet with the soldiers to discuss the next suppression of bandits.

Outside the shabby, patched door.

Song Ke was very confused when he looked at Chen Dongyue's back slowly advancing on that broken horse.

Didn't she say she wanted to suppress bandits?

Why...are you suddenly starting business again?

No, no.

If she does business, it must be better than if she has to suppress bandits, right?

But... if her hard work is so good, would it be wasted if she really only does business?

By the way, what kind of business is she doing?

How can we go anywhere and achieve anywhere?

"Boss!!" Kong Jie shouted.

Song Ke, who was riding on horseback, was so frightened that he almost fell off his horse, "What are you doing?"

"I've called you five times, can we leave?" Kong Jie asked.

Song Ke then withdrew his gaze, clamped the horse's belly, and shouted: "Let's go!!"

Then he rode his horse and ran quickly in the same direction as Chen Dongyue and the others.