Murong Zhe asked in surprise, "Take it for sale?"

This cherry tastes good, it will definitely sell it, but...

"Aran, I'm busy at home now. Your third brother's foot is injured again. No one can help you. It's too dangerous for you to be alone."

No wonder A Ran begged him to teach her to read the scales that night. It turned out that she had already made up her mind.

Murong Lingran said calmly, "Father, my health has improved a lot, and I don't have any problems at all. Compared with the days in Saiyuan Mansion, the hard work is nothing at all."

"No, I'm not worried."

Murong Lingran hesitated for a moment, "Father, are you worried that you won't be able to explain to the villagers?"

Murong Zhe was stunned, but he didn't expect his daughter to see through, so he nodded, "That's right."

The people in the village are not having a good time now. This cherry looks like it can be sold for money. If they know about it, but don't tell the people in the village, it's really a little embarrassing for their family to make money.

"Father, everything on the mountain is unowned. In fact, this is similar in nature to collecting herbs. Anyone who finds it can sell it. It's just that I find them first."

Murong Zhe frowned, saying that was reasonable, but he still felt uneasy in his conscience.

Especially for Uncle Zhuang, Uncle Zhuang has helped him so much. If there is an opportunity to improve his life, it is still as simple as selling cherries, but he is carrying him, his heart will feel guilty, and he always feels that he has failed Uncle Zhuang for his goodness.

Seeing that Dad was still hesitating, Murong Lingran sighed silently, because she underestimated Dad's integrity, so she could only half-truth: "Father, let's be honest, this cherry was given to me by the old fairy. As for where I picked it, I can't reveal it for the time being, it has nothing to do with Wumingshan anyway."

Murong Kuan said excitedly, "Aran, the old god is coming to see you again?"

"Yes."

"Dad, so you should promise me to go out?"

Murong Kuan also said, "Yes, daddy, the old god must have deliberately helped us, or why didn't he go to other people's dreams, but appeared in Aran's dream?"

Murong Zhe also felt that what his son said was reasonable. Since it was given by the old god, he could no longer object, so he had to compromise: "Okay, but keep a low profile, you understand?"

"Thank you, Dad." Murong Lingran said with a smile.

In the next period of time, in order to take out the cherries in the space in front of his father and brother, Murong Lingran often went to the mountains to find herbs for Changqi Shenjun, and to bring the cherries out.

Every time, the herbs are placed on top of some cherries, so even if some villagers see her going up the mountain often, they will only think that she is helping my father gather herbs.

And when she went to the city to sell, she put some herbs on top of the cherries, just like when she went down the mountain.

Therefore, even if people often see her running to the city, they will only be considered that she is either visiting her own mother or selling herbs.

People in the village usually don’t go to the city, and even if they want to go to the market, they don’t go to Minghua Street, so in the future when she was selling cherries, she was not discovered by anyone.

After another day, Murong Lingran came to Minghua Street with the cherries as agreed, and before he could find the manager of Jiaoshijin, an uncle walked towards her anxiously and said excitedly, "Girl, you are finally here, I came here early in the morning and waited for you."

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