Farmer’s Stepmother’s Skillful Farming

Chapter 109 Bullying

Sun had to stop, put down the bamboo basket and take a rest.

Finally arrived at the door of the house, Mrs. Sun could no longer carry the heavy bamboo basket. She threw the bamboo basket on the ground with a "dong" sound, sat down on the bench, and gasped for air.

"Why are you so tired?" Bai Tushun saw this and took a ladle of cold water and handed it to her.

Sun took it and drank half of the spoonful, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mom, did you make a lot of money at the market today?”

“Mom, didn’t you say you sold dried sweet potatoes to buy meat for us? Then should we eat stewed pork at noon?”

 “Mother…”

 The three children gathered around Sun and started talking, all of them looking excited.

 “What kind of meat do you want to eat?” Mrs. Sun was a little upset by the noise from her children, “Where can I have money to buy meat? I haven’t even sold any dried sweet potatoes!”

 Not sold?

The three children looked at each other in shock, looking at Mrs. Sun whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and did not dare to speak any more.

 Bai Tushun opened the cloth covering the bamboo basket, and sure enough he saw that it was still full of dried sweet potatoes. He scratched his ears and asked, "Why didn't you sell it?"

"How did I know!" Ms. Sun became more and more irritable and bit her lip, "They said that my cheeks hurt from chewing the dried sweet potatoes. They are not as delicious as the dried sweet potatoes sold by Su's, so they wouldn't buy them at all. ”

“I’m confused. These are all sweet potatoes grown in the same field and dried in the same way. Why do you say that the dried sweet potatoes I dried are not delicious?”

  It’s simply bullying!

Thinking of the harsh words those people said after she argued a few words at the market, Ms. Sun shed tears in aggrieved tone, "Why do you think my dried sweet potatoes are not delicious and you don't want to buy them?" "This... Bai Tushun scratched his head in confusion, and after a while he whispered tentatively, "Maybe your dried sweet potatoes are different from Su's?"

"What's the difference?" Ms. Sun sobbed for a long time, "I think she just spread it out in the yard and dried it like this, and I did it the same way. Whenever she put it out, I also put it out. It's all like this. Okay, how can it be different?”

“Is it possible that the sun drying her dried sweet potatoes is different from the sun drying our dried sweet potatoes?”

"Maybe... there's something else here that we don't know about." Bai Tu said, "It's okay if we can't sell these dried sweet potatoes. Let's just eat them ourselves. They are all sweet potatoes anyway, so it doesn't matter which way we eat them."

“That’s all we can do.” Sun sniffed and wiped the tears from her face.

"That's it. Don't cry. We haven't eaten yet. Hurry up and get ready. Let's have lunch. We have to break the cotton stubble in the afternoon." Bai Tushun rolled up his sleeves while he was talking. , moved the large basket of dried sweet potatoes into the house.

 “Hmm.” Mrs. Sun stood up and walked to the kitchen.

Because he cried so hard, his eyes were completely swollen and his cheeks were even red from wiping away tears.

 But Mrs. Sun couldn't care about this, she was still thinking about the unsaleable sweet potatoes.

 Why can’t she sell the dried sweet potatoes?

Then why can Su’s sun-dried sweet potatoes be sold?

These are both dried sweet potatoes, there is no difference...

Mrs. Sun was full of thoughts and her brows were furrowed.

 After lunch, she washed dishes and chopsticks with the children, and Su Mulan began to tie feather shuttlecocks.

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