Farmer’s Stepmother’s Skillful Farming

Chapter 125 There is hope

"I also asked Sister-in-law Su today if she had the intention to provide food for our family. She said that we would discuss it when we go back and then reply. If she could provide food for our shop, she would not have to go back and forth to the market to sell things. To make money, I guess as long as the price we offer is right, Sister-in-law Su will be able to agree. "

 “Now it depends on what you want, madam.”

Wei paused for a moment while eating popcorn and looked at Wu Zhuoyuan, "I think this is feasible, just from dad's side..."

"How about we talk to dad about this when we go home in the evening?" Wu Zhuoyuan suggested, "Tell dad about the benefits and our current difficulties. Dad is a sensible person and should be able to agree."

Wei thought for a while and then nodded, "Okay, I can give it a try, but I think it's best to choose a time when dad is happy."

 It definitely won’t work tonight.

Wu Zhuoyuan was relieved when Wei was willing to do this, and stood up, "Then I'll go to the front to look at the shop."

Mrs. Wei also stood up, "I think I'd better go back now. I'll go back and see the child first, and also tell my mother a message first, so she can also say something to us later."

 “Okay, thank you for your hard work, lady.”

Wu Zhuoyuan escorted Ms. Wei out of the shop. Seeing that she was gone, she returned to the shop.

The reason why Su Mulan didn't agree to this matter was because he was afraid that Wei Dayou would disagree. If Wei Dayou agreed to this matter, it would be easier to talk to Su Mulan.

As long as this can be accomplished, there is still hope in the future.

Wu Zhuoyuan's frown relaxed a little.

He sewed his clothes with white bamboo leaves, washed his hands, filled two bamboo tubes with cool white water, and went to look for hematoxylin, followed by grass.

The family was busy until midnight. They went back to stew the leftover ribs from the midday stew, added some potatoes to the stew, baked Erhe flour pancakes, and cooked a pot of white rice porridge.

　　It was already dark now, so with the light outside, I didn’t go to the main room to eat, but ate directly in the courtyard.

“My nose probably won’t work anymore.” Bai Mi Dou took a sip of rice porridge, put down the bowl, and rubbed his nose.

“What do you mean?” Bai Zhuye asked curiously.

“No matter how you smell it, our house smells like sweet potatoes.”

As he spoke, Bai Midou sniffed vigorously, "Is it possible that I haven't eaten the dried sweet potatoes that my mother dried recently, and I'm just too anxious about it?"

"What are you talking about? Even if you think about it again, you can't smell sweet potatoes everywhere." Bai Zhuye patted Bai Midou on the head, "Look at you, it's not that your nose doesn't work, maybe it's because there's a little bit here. Not very useful anymore.”

"No!" Bai MiDou defended, "Mom said I'm very smart."

If others had said it, Bai Zhuye would definitely have said that they were talking nonsense and trying to make Baimi Dou happy, but now that Baimi Dou said it was her mother who said it, she really couldn't refute it.

He could only give Bai Midou a sly look.

 Bai Mi Dou raised his chin proudly.

When Su Mulan arrived, she watched the two children playing and took a good sniff, "Midou is right. It really smells like sweet potatoes. Don't you believe it, you can smell it too?"

As soon as the little radishes heard this, they all started to smell the air around them vigorously.

Just now you didn’t believe me when I said it tasted like sweet potato, but now you all believe it when my mother says it tastes like sweet potato. Isn’t there a big difference between this person and others?

 (End of this chapter)