Ghost eye peasant girl group pet daily

Chapter 300 Chapter 299

After the sweet potatoes were cooked and out of the pot, the old man suddenly rushed forward and grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, as if it wasn't hot at all.

It's just the constant hissing and hissing, and the distorted face, which proves that the freshly baked sweet potato is really hot.

The old man's actions were too abnormal. Originally, he was cowering in the corner and did not dare to lift his head. On the contrary, his grandson was more courageous. He always stood not far from Qi Kang'an's father and daughter, and glanced at them from time to time. It seems that they are afraid that they will run away suddenly.

Who knows that the old man would come here suddenly, not to mention the exclamation around him, which shocked both Qi Kang'an and his daughter.

Qi Kang'an even yelled quickly: "Old man, put it down quickly."

It's terrible, this old man looks older than his father, so if you burn it like this, don't get burned.

He just happened to see someone selling sweet potatoes and wanted to take the opportunity to promote this stuff, paving the way for their own family to plant a large number of sales in the future, but he didn't want to harm anyone.

The owner of the noodle stall near the old man was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, took the sweet potato from the old man's hand, and poured a glass of cold water for the old man to swallow, then grabbed his hand and stuffed it into it. In the basin.

A set of coherent movements was completed in less than ten seconds. Obviously, either he had been burned too many times himself, or someone around him made him so proficient.

"Grandpa~" The child was so frightened that he hugged the old man's leg and burst into tears.

The old man didn't comfort his grandson immediately, but after swallowing the water, his neck turned red and he looked at the old man who had brought his daughter over, "Master, I'll eat first, you can wait, if it's poisonous, poison me first."

Because the mouth and throat were scalded, the speech was muffled and could not be heard clearly.

Eyes full of wind and frost looked at Qi Kang'an earnestly and tearfully, as if he was their only salvation.

This look, praying for peace and familiarity, is the way the honest refugees who are about to starve to death on the way to escape look at them.

Qi Kang'an was at a loss for words for a while, and his anxious face turned into helplessness, "Old man, why is it so? Your grandson has already bitten it just now. If there is a problem, you wouldn't just watch him eat it and not stop him.

I asked someone to cook it, but I just wanted to try to taste what it tasted like. "

Surrounded by so many people, such a good opportunity for everyone to taste it, how about scalding yourself all over your mouth?
However, from the old man's reaction, it can be seen that their family is really in trouble.

People do encounter difficulties, great difficulties.

The lives of ordinary people are bitter, and Xiaolin Village, where the grandfather and grandson live, is even more miserable.

One is in the upper reaches of the river and the other is in the lower reaches of the river. Dalin Village is a big village with a population of two to three thousand people. Compared with Dalin Village, Xiaolin Village is a mung bean with a total population of less than 3000.

People in Xiaolin Village are often bullied by Dalin Village on weekdays. In recent years, several families in Dalin Village have dug fish ponds by the river to raise fish, intercepting most of the river water.

In the end, I still have to think about it. The average harvest has become less and less, and the tax is collected again, and there is basically nothing left.

Argue with Dalin Village, they will either ignore them or beat them up.Let's go to the government. The government can't send someone to watch over this kind of thing all the time. Giving a warning is the same as not dealing with it.

The people in Xiaolin Village were forced to go up the mountain to find food by themselves.

The owner of the noodle stall chewed sweet potatoes with a worried expression on his face, "Dalin Village, I know, there is no good person in that village, they are overbearing."

Not to mention, this soil lump is delicious, soft and sweet, but it's a bit choking.

Qi Kang'an took a small one and took a bite, "This tastes good, old man, do you still have this in your village?"

Before the old man could react, he was anxious about the noodle stall owner, and he didn't care about respecting the elderly, so he gave someone a calf.

Ouch, why are you in a daze at this time?

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, every household in the village has them." The old man rubbed his hands until his face flushed with excitement, and he forgot the pain of his hands and mouth being burned.

Qi Kang'an nodded, put the sweet potatoes that had only eaten one bite on the cart, took out a tael of silver and threw it to the noodle stall owner, but said to the old man: "Xiaolin Village, I remember."

He took out five taels of silver and handed it to the old man, "Thirty taels is fixed money, and you can take two taels to see the injury. I want all the sweet potatoes in your village, and I will send people over to buy them within five days at the latest."

The noodle stall owner took it with a smiley face to thank him, but the old man rubbed his hands and wiped them on his clothes. He glanced at the silver from time to time, but he just didn't dare to go forward to pick it up.

The owner of the noodle stall smiled and pushed the old man, "Thank you, sir."

Really, this is good luck, let's not hurry up.

Just helping to cook the lumps of soil, he earned a tael and twenty cash for rewarding silver. He might not be able to earn so much even if he opened a noodle stall for a day.

Envy almost broke him apart.

But contradictory and very happy for the two grandchildren, it may be because he is also the reason why the grandfather raised them together. When he saw the two grandchildren, he wanted to help them.

"Hey, hey, everyone, don't leave, come and taste the delicious and sweet earth lumps."

Qi Kang'an had already left with Qi Bao'er in his arms, and the curious people around finally dared to go over.

"Is this really edible?"

The owner of the noodle stall rolled his eyes at the person who asked the question, "Just now the old man tasted it all, and I ate one too, do you think you can eat it?
The old man tasted it and said that he wanted to buy the soil lumps of their whole village, and he had already paid the deposit. "

Many people saw the scene of Qi Kangan rewarding the owner of the noodle stall and giving money to the old man. The generous ones were not for tens of pennies, but for one tael or five taels, which made them envious.

[You can buy a meat bun for five renminbi, what is the concept of one tael! 】

Now when I heard that Qi Kang'an just tasted it, I wanted to buy it in large quantities, and immediately let everyone see those earth lumps as if they saw some delicacies from mountains and seas.

This is something that rich people think is delicious! ! !
"Give me some, too."

"I, I want too."

If the old master dares to eat it, there will be no problem with the appointment.

Moreover, it would be a fool not to take advantage of the advantage. The big pot that was boiled was not said to be sold.

Almost all the people around were holding this idea. The old man, the child and the owner of the noodle stall really forgot to collect the money for a while, and all the boiled sweet potatoes were divided up after a while.

"...Uh,,," the noodle stall owner looked at the old man who was still excited, and then at the pot with only soup base left, his face began to turn red.

"Well, I forgot to collect the money." Seeing that the item was robbed by others, he got emotional for a while, and handed out the boiled pimples patronizingly.

He had never been so popular in his life.

"Why don't I give you how much money you have?" Withheld from the more than one or two taels of silver you got in vain.

The old man was so frightened by his words that he waved his hands again and again, "No, no, we still have to thank you for your kindness."

He picked up his grandson and bowed to the owner of the noodle stall, and then, as if he was afraid of being caught by the owner of the noodle stall, he hugged his grandson and left without even empty sacks.

Noodle stall owner: "..."

Shaking his head and laughing lightly, he poured out the soup base, washed the pot and boiled water, and prepared to ladle the noodles again.

(End of this chapter)