Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 74 Drainage
Liu Cheng's mother left the house, drove her Wuying first-generation airship, and left.

This salt has a way.

Liu Cheng, who was standing at the door, had already taken out a plate of French fries, eating them deliciously, and muttered to himself, "What's the hurry? I still have a lot more!"

"There are so many of what?"

Some thick voices made Liucheng speed up eating French fries, and eating one more chip counted as one!
"Hey..." Liu Cheng laughed dryly, but couldn't speak, her mouth was full.

Liu Cheng's father, Liu Shu, looked at Liu Cheng with his hands behind his back in disgust, and gestured to Liu Cheng with threatening eyes.

"Take it out by yourself, or should I use force to take it out?"

Liu Cheng giggled, and took out her hands from behind her back. On a plate, there must be seven or eight French fries.

"What a treasure, it's still hidden!" Liucheng's father grabbed three French fries and put them all in his mouth.

A little salty, not astringent.

Liucheng's father's eyes widened, and he pointed to his mouth with one hand. He continued to chew. The outer skin was crispy, and the inner was soft and glutinous, with a little bit of saltiness.

"Is there any more? Where did you buy it?" Liucheng's father grabbed all the leftover French fries and put them in his mouth, his eyes still urging Liucheng.

"It's from the shop that sells boiled corn. They started a live broadcast today. They sell French fries and fine salt."

"I've already given the salt to Mom, and Mom took it to find Grandpa."

After eating all the French fries, Liucheng's father found that there were salt grains on his hands, so he couldn't help but licked and sucked his fingers twice.

"Well, get me two more copies. It will be live in the future. Keep an eye on it. If there is something good, give me two copies."

In the end, Liu Cheng finally succumbed to force and took out two servings of French fries before sending his father away. Now he can finally enjoy the deliciousness of French fries.

I ate too fast and didn't enjoy it.

I don't know if it will be sold tomorrow or not?It's a bit underwhelming.

Fu Yunhe, who was being missed, was communicating with Nian Shutong about his heart for the first live broadcast.

"Xiaohe is doing well. If we continue to work hard, we have already sold all our French fries and fine salt."

"Well, I will. But the fine salt seems to be running low."

Nian Shutong waved his hand, and said proudly, "It's okay, I'll go get it tomorrow and use it first."

"When I recruit people, I can continue to produce."

Hire someone?
Fu Yunhe thought about that weird recruitment notice, could someone really come?
Nian Shutong didn't have much to say, she felt that Fu Yunhe had done a good job and didn't need to improve anything.

After the chat, she continued to work with the hoe on her shoulders, and tried to tidy up the seedling land tonight.

Suddenly, two lights appeared on the other side of the creek.

Haha has never stopped, and now Nian Shutong has joined again.

Fu Yunhe, who was on the side of the creek, looked at the two people who were working hard across the way, and always felt that he should do something.

Otherwise, I am sorry for the hard work of these two people.

Fu Yunhe opened the star network, browsed various forums casually, and then began to create countless vest accounts and leave messages in various forums.

The edited video of Fine Salt and the edited video of French fries were sent out one by one.

After being busy for a long time, he felt that there would always be more people in tomorrow's live broadcast.

Fu Yunhe's exhausted body did not support him to work like Nian Shutong and Haha, so he went back to the cabin to rest first.

Along with him, there is also some tired rubble who rolls his eyes, he is also really weak.

At the same time, Liu Cheng's mother also went to her hometown with fine salt, and found the old man in charge, and the two of them sat facing a jar of fine salt for a long, long time.

(End of this chapter)