Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Yun Yi said yes and asked: "Master, do you want me to let Ning Fengcai fall down again?"

Rong Yan looked at Xiaoxiao's bouncing back and shook his head: "Let's take a look. Maybe she...has other plans." Otherwise, she wouldn't have been so anxious until now. She looked like she was going to settle a score with her second uncle. , it’s more like watching the fun.

When Second Uncle Ning walked into Tianxiang Tower with the bamboo shoots that Dafang provided for free again, he laughed at the stupidity of these nephews and nieces in his heart, and thought about the money that he would soon receive, grinning from ear to ear with joy.

The shopkeeper was waiting for him in the private room. When he saw that he had been gone for a long time, his expression was certainly not good-looking. Uncle Ning wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "In fact, as soon as I walked to the door, I didn't know who didn't have eyes. The thing was pushed and the jar was knocked down."

He emphasized: "But don't worry, shopkeeper, I still have it here. You can try the taste and see if it is the same as the one from Wuxiangju."

The shopkeeper picked up a sour bamboo shoot with a look of disgust on his face and smelled it before putting it in his mouth. However, he didn't like this cheap product and chewed it twice before spitting it out.

Recently, he specially went to the opposite restaurant to buy sour bamboo shoots, which tasted good. He asked Uncle Ning: "When can it be delivered?"

Uncle Ning was overjoyed: "Soon, very soon, I will be out in ten days at most!" It's done! He seemed to be able to see countless copper plates flying towards him with wings.

The shopkeeper then rinsed his mouth with tea and said, "Then you can send ten altars in ten days."

Second Uncle Ning's eyes were shining brightly, and he ran out after being obedient: "It's true that he is a big businessman. This kind of money is much more lavish than the small business in Wuxiangju."

The shopkeeper didn't show it on his face, but the curve at the corner of his mouth was obviously much wider.

Uncle Ning didn't even have time to drink a sip of tea when he was sent away, but he was not unhappy at all because he was repeatedly calculating in his mind the benefits that ten jars of sour bamboo shoots could bring to him. Unexpectedly, just now When he went out, he met the girl from the big house with an unfortunate face.

Second Uncle Ning frowned and wanted to pretend he hadn't seen her, but behind Xiaoxiao, Ning Erlang, who had already suppressed his anger, had already spoken: "Second Uncle, we just heard that you are also here to sell sour bamboo shoots?"

The word "ye" is very wonderful.

The deal with Tianxiang Tower had just been completed. Uncle Ning was afraid that something might happen, so he immediately scolded: "Why, you allow your family to sell bamboo shoots, but you don't allow others to do this business?"

Xiaoxiao asked warmly: "Of course it doesn't make sense, but as far as I know, uncle, you guys didn't do this before, but from our family..."

She spoke very slowly, slow enough for Uncle Ning to interrupt in time: "You guys have been making pickles for many years, so is it any wonder that you can make sour bamboo shoots? It's just that you guys are low-key, unlike you." It’s just showing off and bragging everywhere.”

"Why, now that your family is separated and your wings are strong, you don't want to see our old family using your own crafts to make money, so you want to cause trouble?"

Although Xiaoxiao had already mentioned the purpose of this trip, Ning Erlang was still so angry at his second uncle's expression that he took a step forward: "Second uncle, what do you mean, the bamboo shoots you are selling are all researched by Nai himself?" Yes, it has nothing to do with us?"

When Uncle Ning heard this, he thought he was jealous of his business and wanted a piece of the pie? That won't work! So he immediately said in a determined tone: "That's natural. This bamboo shoot was researched by my mother from beginning to end. The method was only passed down to our second room. I don't care if you don't know where to find the method. You won't be like this." You also want to say that our old house should learn how to cook like you are, right?"