The space doctor girl became the favorite of exiled ministers

Jiang Xiangchuan knew that his daughter was married now, and now she lived with Cui Hejin and her mother-in-law.

Although the Cui family's mother and son are very good people, if they are unhappy and put on face for their daughter, it will make her difficult.

When Jiang Xiangchuan thought that his daughter would be wronged, he felt uncomfortable.

But the daughter always wants to marry when she grows up.

Fortunately, Cui Hejin of the Cui family was chosen by the girl herself, so it is good for the two of them to live happily.

It's just that if there is a mother-in-law on it, it shouldn't be so comfortable after all.

Jiang Zhiluo and her father pushed the small dining cart into the yard. Looking at her father's expression, she knew what he was worried about.

She said, "Father, don't worry, my mother-in-law is very good to me."

"My husband and mother-in-law are not at home now, you and your younger brother go into the house and sit for a while, and I will pour water."

Jiang Xiangchuan looked at the small fenced courtyard without courtyard walls, feeling sore and distressed.

Jiang Xiangchuan shook his head and said, "We won't go in, let me tell you about the bellows and the dining car."

"Also, in the basket are your mother's willow leaf buns."

In order to facilitate bringing things over, the small basket was placed on the dining car.

Xuanxuan said: "Sister, the steamed buns Mother made at noon are still hot."

Jiang Zhiluo was very moved, "Father, you and mother don't need to worry about me, I eat well here, but you, it's better to keep it for your younger brothers and sisters, they are just growing up."

Jiang Zhiluo knew the conditions of her natal family, and also knew that it wasn't the New Year's Eve, so the family couldn't bear to make white flour rice, let alone use white flour to make steamed stuffed buns.

Jiang Xiangchuan said, "They can't eat much, and they all miss you."

Xuanxuan nodded seriously and said: "Sister, I can eat less, sister eat more."

Jiang Zhiluo's nose was sour, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Silly Xuanxuan, you have to eat more, you will grow faster if you eat more."

Xuanxuan tilted his head and thought for a while, "Then I will grow up quickly, will I have the strength to do things, and then I can treat my sister well."

Jiang Zhiluo stroked his hair, and said, "Yes, so we Xuanxuan can't eat less, we have to eat more."

Jiang Xiangchuan also handed the two hundred coins in his hand to Jiang Zhiluo and said, "Zhiluo, this is the one hundred coins you earned from selling building blocks, you take it."

Jiang Zhiluo's complexion changed, and she said, "Father, I can't take your money. This is the money you earned from building blocks. Save it to buy some delicious food for you, mother, and younger brothers and sisters to replenish your health."

"Father, I have also made money selling brown sugar and maltose during this period of time. The money in my hand is real."

Jiang Zhiluo became serious on purpose.

Jiang Xiangchuan was afraid that his daughter would be unhappy, so he could only take it back first.

Speaking of building blocks, Jiang Xiangchuan explained: "I went to the market in Yangliu Village yesterday and sold a set of building blocks. Xuanxuan was playing next to him. A boy liked it, so his mother bought a set."

The building blocks that Jiang Zhiluo drew before were detailed and how to play them. Jiang Xiangchuan could understand them, so he taught Xuanxuan how to play them.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that most of the people in the village waited for the village market to buy things.

Not every village has a market. They are all big villages with a custom of going to the market that has been passed down from the past. Small vendors in the vicinity will go to the village market to sell things.

Villagers from ten miles and eight villages may also come to the market on this day.

Because the things sold in the village market are cheap, and the prices are acceptable to the villagers.

Jiang Zhiluo was afraid that her parents would be worried, so she briefly talked about the business during this period of time, so that her parents would not worry.

"By the way, Dad, can the bellows be sold?"

Jiang Xiangchuan shook his head and said, "People don't know how to use the bellows. I told everyone how to use them at the booth. There were many curious people onlookers, but no one bought it. Everyone felt that it was not worthwhile to spend twenty or thirty yuan to buy a bellows. What about normal fires?" It doesn't matter."

"But your mother and I both feel that after using the bellows, we can save firewood, because the bellows are so hot that even a little firewood can be burned very vigorously, and the pot can be boiled in a short time."

Jiang Xiangchuan's eyes lit up when he looked at the bellows. Others don't understand, but he likes to use this thing.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that it would save firewood.

When the weather is dry and the firewood is plentiful, nothing can be seen.

If the weather is humid, the firewood will also feel damp, and when it is not easy to ignite, the bellows can play a big role.

Jiang Zhiluo had a conversation with her father and younger brother, and took out another bag of malt candy, which contained more than 30 pieces of malt candy.

"Father, here's maltose for you."

As she said that, Jiang Zhiluo took two yuan from it and handed it to Xuanxuan, "Sister made this by herself, you take it and eat it."

"You can't eat too much in a day, let dad take these, and then give them to you in pieces."

Jiang Xiangchuan was stunned when he heard this, "Daughter, is this the malt candy you made?"

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Well, I made it, Dad, try it."

"Here's what I think. Father, don't make bellows and building blocks. If these things are sold in the village market, there may be no one to buy them."

In fact, she was wrong in her thinking at the beginning, she only thought that her father could do carpentry, and doing some carpentry would be a good business.

In fact, when people generally have not solved the problem of food and clothing, they will not think about buying other things.

So it is better to do business or to do food business.

Jiang Zhiluo asked: "Father, do you want to do some food business, just set up a small stall."

Jiang Xiangchuan thought for a while and said, "Girl, dad is a stupid man, he doesn't know much about talking, he doesn't know how to cook, he can also do some carpentry work, he might not be able to do food business, if the noodles and vegetables are wasted It's a pity."

"Now it's just the beginning of spring and I'm busy with farming. Dad wants to plant the land first."

Jiang Xiangchuan felt that the land should be planted first, so that he could have a grain harvest every year, so that he would feel at ease.

Moreover, his legs are not good, and it is not convenient to go out to set up a stall. He mainly does not want his daughter to worry about him.

If he does these things, his daughter will help him make up his mind and worry about it.

"Girl, don't miss your home. Take care of yourself so that your mother and I can rest assured."

Jiang Zhiluo understands her father's worries, maybe only when her life gets better and she earns more money, if she helps her parents then, they may not have any psychological burden.

However, Jiang Zhiluo still told her father how to make maltose, and she didn't need to set up a stall every day. If she made it once or twice, she could sell it at the village market and earn some copper coins to subsidize her family.

After talking for a while, Jiang Xiangchuan took Xuanxuan back.

But when they left, Jiang Zhiluo brought them a few cornmeal steamed buns that were steamed at noon.

At noon, the family ate two, and there were six more, and they took them all.

Jiang Xiangchuan didn't want it anyway, but Jiang Zhiluo insisted, so he took it.

Jiang Zhiluo couldn't bear to part with her well-behaved younger brother, so she hugged him and explained some things before letting him go back.

When Xuanxuan followed his father back, he turned his head every three steps.

After walking out of the village, Xuanxuan looked at his father with red eyes and said, "Father, can I come to see sister more often?"