Carry the space through the famine years, bring the cubs to become the richest man in the five count

Shen Qingyu sort of understood: the "bean sprouts can detoxify" that Miracle Doctor Mo said was actually the effect of the spiritual spring in space.

If the spiritual spring can be useful, how can eating bean sprouts be quicker than drinking pure spiritual spring water?
Shen Qingyu didn't intend to say much, just went to the stove, filled a pot of spiritual spring water with a pot, put it on the stove and boiled it, and threw some tea leaves in it.

Shen Qingyu handed the teapot to Qi Yunxiao who came to serve breakfast afterwards: "You drink this tea well, and drink two pots a day from now on, it's more effective than bean sprouts."

"Okay! I knew my wife loved me." Qi Yunxiao immediately reached out to take it, with a smile on his face, as if eating honey.

Zhao Yuzhu was speechless: This man is really clingy today, he will follow his daughter wherever she goes.

Even if they serve a dish, they finish it quickly and immediately chase after it.

This is really... just like a boy with a hairy head.

However, this appearance also made Zhao Yuzhu's heart slightly warm.

Doesn't this just show: Qi Yunxiao doesn't have much experience in love between men and women?
If a thousand sails pass by the side of a sunken ship, it will definitely be able to advance and retreat with evidence.

After all, a scumbag can't be trained with just one or two women.

During the meal, Xue Juzheng watched Qi Yunxiao keep picking up food for Shen Qingyu, dumbfounded: "Can you save some for us?"

Qi Yunxiao looked at the plate, confidently: "Then there are three left?"

Xue Juzheng pointed to the table: "Then how many people do we have?"

Liu Cuixi suppressed a smile: Today I made the mini cabbage buns that Shen Qingyu named, and they were made according to the head.

Small cabbage leaves are wrapped with meat, shiitake mushrooms, and steamed glutinous rice fillings. The combination of meat and vegetables is not greasy.

In order not to leave, one per person.

But who knew that Qi Yunxiao only had Shen Qingyu in his eyes, and after tasting the delicious taste, he actually picked several of them for her in one go!
The remaining three are not enough to send to the children who are accountants, how can Xue Juzheng have the nerve to use chopsticks?

You can't compete with your children for food, right?

Shen Qingyu also couldn't laugh or cry, looked at the cabbage buns piled up in the bowl, and took out three: "Give these three to the children."

Zhao Yuzhu also smiled and gave Xue Juzheng a bag of cabbage on the plate: "You just eat, I'm afraid of getting fat, so I dare not eat too much."

Xue Juzheng pointed at Shen Qingyu and smiled: "What are you afraid of being fat? Look at your goddaughter, it's good to be fat."

Zhao Yuzhu glanced at Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu is tall, 165 centimeters, with not much flesh on her face, and her curves are amazing, so she is naturally not ugly.

No wonder Qi Yunxiao liked it so much that he forgot everything, and made her a bowl of food regardless!

For a breakfast, everyone was smiling.

As soon as he put down the bowl, Uncle Lizheng came over: "Qingyu, the first batch of sweet potato vermicelli has been dried and cut up, when are we going to take it out?"

Shen Qingyu's eyes lit up: "Really? Then I'll go and have a look!"

The sweet potato vermicelli has indeed dried a lot. After being weighed into a bundle of two catties, it was wrapped in kraft paper and neatly stacked in a large pile.

Qi Yunxiao turned into a follower today, and after looking at things with Shen Qingyu, he immediately said: "Ask someone to send it to Fucheng. Send it by car, if there is enough for a car, send it by car, just like brine, from Fucheng to various places."

Shen Qingyu thought it was good too.

New food, of course, needs to be tasted by everyone before they know how delicious it is and will buy it.

So at the beginning, it must be selling all kinds of sweet potato vermicelli dishes in Guiyunlou in various places.

Stir-fried sweet potato vermicelli with minced meat, hot and sour sweet potato vermicelli, stewed pork belly with cabbage and sweet potato flour...

Let the target customers fall in love with that taste first, and then it may be able to afford the price.

Soon, a whole carload of [-] catties of sweet potato vermicelli was taken away.

Shen Qingyu easily made thousands of taels!

Watching the sweet potato vermicelli being loaded and taken away, Li Zheng was a little apprehensive: "Is this considered a sale?"

"Forget it." Shen Qingyu nodded with a smile.

"Who are you selling it to?"

"Guiyun Tower." It was Qi Yunxiao who answered.

"That's an amazing restaurant! Why are they so good? How dare they accept the sweet potato vermicelli we just made?" Li Zheng expressed his incomprehension.

Shen Qingyu glanced at Qi Yunxiao with a smile, but said nothing.

His identity as the owner of Guiyun Tower is unknown to the villagers.

Qi Yunxiao took a step forward, serious: "Because this food is delicious, the owner of Guiyun Tower tasted it, and thought it could make money, so he made it."

"Ah! The owner of Guiyun Tower is really nice! This is our nobleman!"

"In the future, if our sweet potato fans sell well, we... the whole village will give him longevity tablets!" Li Zhengyu said surprisingly.

Qi Yunxiao was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat: "There is no need for this! He...he is low-key and doesn't like to be missed."

If the capital is told that the village enshrines the Longevity Tablet for him, God knows what will happen.

Uncle Li Zheng was not stupid, he immediately saw something was wrong: "Yo? Then do you have friendship with him?"

Qi Yunxiao claimed it resolutely: "That's it! A fateful friendship! He's here and I'm here."

Uncle Lizheng immediately felt relieved: "Then I feel relieved..."

Shen Qingyu couldn't help laughing: This guy can talk nonsense!
Qi Yunxiao wiped off his cold sweat, and followed Shen Qingyu towards home.

But Uncle Lizheng followed up again: "Qing Yu, I had a discussion with a few clan elders just now. The method you mentioned is quite good. We are going to give Shen Yusong's family seven Wen a catty of sweet potatoes, and the remaining three Wen will be distributed to those who dig and wash the sweet potatoes. Do you think it will work?"

Shen Qingyu discovered that with the start of the sweet potato flour workshop, the villagers became more and more dependent on him, and wanted to ask himself first about everything, for fear that he might offend him if he didn't pay attention.

Sighing with a smile, Shen Qingyu said: "Uncle Lizheng, I only care about whether the sweet potato noodle workshop is safe or not. I don't care what method you use to calculate Shen Yusong's money. You can make up your own mind on this matter."

Uncle Lizheng finally felt relieved, and then he thought about the private school: "There are about ten children in the village who want to enroll in the private school, look..."

"It's a good thing. How about you go to the village to hire a plasterer and build a private school?"

"Where do you think it should be placed?" Uncle Li Zheng asked Shen Qingyu.

Shen Qingyu looked around and saw a big camphor tree at the entrance of the village 500 meters away.

There is usually a place where the gongs are played and meetings are held when there is something to do in the village.

"Can it be done over there? Just rely on the field ridge to repair it."

"There...it's nice and spacious." Uncle Lizheng agreed without saying a word.

"The wages, materials, and land occupation of the private school, you will calculate it for me, and I will give it to you later, please worry about it?"

Uncle Lizheng waved his hands again and again: "You pay for the material, and you don't need your money for wages and land occupation. The children in the village study, and they are enjoyed by the children in their own village. What do you want to pay for? It's embarrassing to say it!"

However, Shen Qingyu smiled: "Although it is said that children in the village are studying, but this reading is done in a closed form, so we can't take advantage of everyone, otherwise some people will feel uncomfortable."

"You..." Why do you have to be so clear? !
Uncle Lizheng didn't know what to say for a while, but was stunned for a moment.