farmer daily

.He didn't get enough sleep, and he would cry when he yawned since he was a child. His classmates often laughed at him for being unmanly.

Xiaohui turned around and looked at him, his smiling eyes narrowed into a line: "Brother Yao is up, the meal will be ready soon."

"Well, don't wake up so early next time. You can't sleep late at school. With my brother, it's okay to sleep a little longer in the morning." After Ling Yao finished speaking, she turned and went to wash her face and brush her teeth.

After washing, Xiaohui has already arranged the food.Ling Yao took a sip of the barley porridge. It was soft and refreshing, and tasted better than his boiled ones. He didn't understand why he boiled it with the same barley kernels and the same water as bad. Is it really a matter of talent?

"Xiaohui, do you often help with cooking at home?" Ling Yao couldn't help asking.

Smiling and digging into his meal, Wen Yan raised his head to look at him and shook his head: "No, at home... my mother does it."

His words only paused for a moment, and the tone of his voice did not change at all, but Ling Yao still sensitively felt that his emotions were a little lost.

"Well," Ling Yao responded, and didn't speak for a long time, sinking his head into the porridge.

"Brother Yao, you also eat vegetables. The first time I fry it, the taste is not very good. Don't be disgusted, just fry it a few more times." Ling Yao was snoring and drinking porridge when a pair of chopsticks appeared in front of him, holding the porridge. Stir-fried vegetables with shiitake mushrooms and chopsticks.

Ling Yao raised his head and met Xiaohui's bright black eyes. He passed the bowl forward, and Xiaohui put the vegetables into his bowl.

He usually likes to eat mushrooms and stir-fried vegetables, but in the past month, there are vegetables stir-fried every day, and he is really tired of eating.

The vegetables in the yard are growing very well, emerald green, but there are too many of them. He eats them every day, stir-fries them, and makes noodles.I also chopped up chicken and duck, mixed it with wheat bran, and often sent some to Aunt Chun's house, but I still couldn't finish it, and many dishes were too old.

Ling Yao really lost his appetite when he saw the green vegetables now, and his food tasted bland, while Xiaohui’s stir-fried vegetables were too strong.

"It tastes good, much better than brother's, but the salt is a bit heavy." Ling Yao said with a smile while eating.

"Yeah, I got it, I'll cook dishes with a milder taste in the future." Xiaohui smiled naively.

Ling Yao originally wanted to say that he didn't need to do these things, he just studied hard.But he thought about what he said yesterday, asking Xiaohui to help him, if he didn't let him do it, he probably wouldn't feel at ease.

Before he finished eating, Xiao Hui had already put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Brother, you eat first, I'll feed the chickens and ducks."

Then, Ling Yao watched him walk towards the chicken coop with the pot, and there was more than half of the pot of wheat porridge in it.He wanted to save some porridge and eat it at noon, but he just drank his mouth full of porridge and was speechless, so he could only watch helplessly as Xiaohui poured the porridge into the trough, and the chickens and ducklings happily Flapping their wings, they ran to the trough to grab food.

After eating enough, Ling Yao stood by the edge of the vegetable garden, looking at the lush green vegetables.Hey, I can't finish it anyway, or I'll pick it up and sell it in the county.

Anyway, he is living on his laurels now, selling as much of these vegetables as he wants is better than nothing, and I heard that the price of green vegetables is pretty good now.

Just do it, Ling Yao went back to the house and took a box of instant noodles, and put the vegetables he picked into the box.

Greens, spinach, lettuce, lettuce, leeks, and celery each filled a box of instant noodles. Ling Yao secretly thanked himself that he didn't sell the box for scrap last time.

"Xiaohui, I'm going to the county, and you're at home. If I don't make it back at noon, you can cook and eat by yourself." Sweating from picking vegetables, Ling Yao wiped his sweat with a wet towel, and entered Xiaohui's room. house said.

"Ah, Brother Yao, what are you doing in the county?" Xiao Hui was busy doing the paper, and asked Ling Yao who looked up at the door.

"I couldn't finish the vegetables in the yard, so I picked some and sold them in the county."

"Brother Yao, I'll go with you." Xiaohui put down his pen and stood up after speaking.

"No, no, no," Ling Yao waved his hand and refused, "You just help me move the box to the car." When he was eating, he remembered Bao Xiaoru. She didn't come last night, maybe she will come today, Xiao Hui was waiting at home, and it would be nice for the mother and son to meet each other.

Xiaohui insisted on going, Ling Yao said helplessly: "I have to feed the chickens and ducks at noon, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back at noon."

Xiaohui didn't want to go with them.The two carried the boxes into the car, Ling Yao waved to Xiao Hui, and drove away.

Ling Yao remembered that there was a farmer's market in the middle of Jincheng Road, and there was a lot of traffic in it.He parked his car on the side of the road at the entrance of the market, then entered the market and asked about the prices of vegetables.He felt that his vegetables were healthy and pollution-free, much better than those big, poor-tasting vegetables sold in the market. After some hesitation, he set the price of the vegetables fifty cents more expensive than the vegetables in the market.

He knows that the price of green vegetables in the supermarket is 20.00% to 50.00% higher than that of ordinary vegetables, but he is in the vegetable market. It is not clear whether people will recognize it or not. Besides, most people pick up the cheap ones. purchase.

Ling Yao opened the trunk, stood aside, looked at the people entering the vegetable market one by one with vegetable baskets, cleared his throat, but couldn't say the phrase 'vegetables are sold', and made him suffocate until his face turned red .

He tried several times, but couldn't bear to cry out, and finally gave up very depressed.I thought that people passing by could see anyway, his dishes were tender and fresh, and there would always be people interested in them.

No, a 70-year-old old lady walked towards him, smiling like a chrysanthemum: "Young man, why are you selling leeks?"

"Four yuan a catty." Ling Yao said with a faint smile.

"Why is it so expensive?"

Ling Yao scratched his head and explained: "Grandma, this is a vegetable grown by my family. It has not been sprayed with pesticides and is very healthy."

"What?" The old lady was old, her ears were a little hard of hearing, she couldn't hear clearly, Ling Yao said it again loudly.

"Really?" The old lady took a handful of leeks and held them up in front of her eyes, "It really does look different from the ones I usually buy."

Ling Yao's mouth is not usually very stupid, and he has set up a street stall before, but he never yelled at the street stall, so he never thought of continuing to sell his dishes to the old lady.

The old lady looked at it for a while, but in the end she still thought it was too expensive, so she went into the market.

Ling Yao was still a little disappointed, this was the first person to ask.

"Oh." Ling Yao suddenly remembered, but he didn't weigh it.After driving around again, he spent nearly 300 yuan on an electronic scale, and Ling Yao continued to sell vegetables at the farmer's market.

More and more people came out to sell vegetables, and more people came forward to inquire. Many people bought some after hearing that there were no pesticide residues in the vegetables.After a while, leeks, green vegetables and spinach were sold out, and lettuce was the most leftover.

Looking at the large pile of small change in the box, about 300, Ling Yao felt that it was not bad. He used to work for a day and often had to work overtime at night. Counting various bonus commissions, the average day was only more than 400 to less than [-] .

It took less than two hours to sell vegetables, and he earned more than 300 yuan. He was content.

Ling Yao didn't know, Xiaohui was reading at home, Bao Xiaoru didn't find his home, but a police car came, and some police knocked on the door of his home.

16. Car accident

Ling Yao leaned against the car with his hands in his trouser pockets, squinted his eyes and looked up at the red sun in the sky.

It's already October, and the sun is still a little glaring.When he first arrived, the place where he parked was just under the shade of a tree, but now it is almost exposed to the sun, and it is a bit sunburnt.

Ling Yao frowned slightly, staring at the vegetables in the box. There were about five or six catties of lettuce left, and two or three catties of lettuce.

He was a little hungry, and he was considering whether to go home directly, or move to the shade of the tree and sell out the vegetables.

His vegetables are more expensive than those in the market. Many housewives who often go out to buy vegetables are still willing to buy cheap ones. Of the ten who asked the price, only three or four bought them.

After thinking about it, Ling Yao still decided to go home.The rest of the dishes are steamed and eaten at night.

"Brother Yao!"

Before getting in the car, Ling Yao faintly heard someone calling, he was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously looked back, shook his head and smiled again, probably he heard it wrong, it wasn't him calling.

Ling Yao drove all the way to the intersection of South Street, when he encountered a red light, he looked in the rear mirror, and there was a person running desperately far behind him, whose figure was a bit familiar, Ling Yao squinted his eyes and took a closer look, It's really Xiaohui.

He poked his head out of the car window and looked back. Xiaohui was running very fast, and he was about to shout, but the car behind him honked violently, and he realized that the light was already green, and there was a row behind his car. son's car.

The people in the car behind poked their heads out and yelled at him. Ling Yao was a little embarrassed, so he quickly retreated into the car and stepped on the accelerator.

The driveway he was in could only go straight now. Ling Yao drove through the intersection of Shilu and stopped by the side of the road before getting out of the car and waiting for Xiaohui. He didn't know why he was looking for him so urgently.

While thinking, Ling Yao turned his head and looked back, but he was so frightened that his heart stopped beating for a moment.

It happened to be a green light, and Xiaohui was crossing the intersection. He was running very fast, but he only focused on looking ahead and didn't notice a motorcycle coming out of the right.The motorcycle was driving very fast, the brakes were too slow, and it hit Xiaohui directly, and Xiaohui flew two or three meters away.

What made him even more terrified was that Xiaohui flew out in the direction of the motorway, and a car happened to drive over.

Ling Yao was so frightened that he was a little silly. He was stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses and ran to Xiaohui's place.

The ear-piercing friction sound of rubber and concrete pavement came, Ling Yao saw that the car slammed on the brakes, but still bumped into Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui rolled on the ground a few times, and stopped moving.

Then there was a series of brake sounds, Ling Yao ran over and saw that Xiaohui's forehead was bleeding, and there was also a rash on his face.