Farm Widow: Pick up a husband to open up wasteland and farm

Chapter 8 Going Down the Mountain
"If you want to make a bed, you don't need to cut down trees. The place where we dig wild sweet potatoes is not far away. There are a few bamboo groves, so we can use bamboo to make it."

She turned around and continued to stir the meat in the nest, Jing Yuan was taken aback, really...

In the whole afternoon, apart from Zhang Celery who was seriously planting wild potatoes and sweet potatoes in the newly reclaimed wasteland, Zhang Xiaolan personally taught Jing Yuan and Huzi how to use bamboo to make beds and chairs, saving trouble and effort.

He and Huzi listened very carefully, and even at this moment Jing Yuan had the illusion that the woman in front of him seemed to know a lot of things, like a fan, and she was never like an ordinary peasant woman.

For two consecutive days, many bamboo beds, chairs, and cabinets appeared in the cave. Zhang Xiaolan couldn't help but be delighted that Jing Yuan's hands-on ability was so strong. She just pointed out a few important joints at random. Method made so many useful objects.

On the first day of May, Zhang Xiaolan anxiously carried a basket of wild potatoes down the mountain, and Jing Yuan, who was with her, also carried a large basket of wild potatoes, and she didn't know what was going on in the town.

When passing by the village at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Xiaolan was still shocked, there was no sound, there was no figure, and her walking body couldn't help but stiffen a lot...

"Don't be afraid, I'm here"

She was awakened by this body, yes, let's take one step at a time, the man in front of him is strong and capable of martial arts, even if he goes to the town or this scene, he is not afraid of being robbed.

It wasn't until nearly noon that the two of them reached the town completely. Qingshan Town is not big, but the scene in front of them is somewhat withered at this moment. Every pair of eyes stared at.

Zhang Xiaolan is a bit hypocritical, under the refugee, human nature is ugly, no matter how strong the martial arts are, they will be outnumbered when there are many people, and suddenly regret it.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here"

He held her hand as a sign of comfort. He glanced at the shabby and sallow-faced crowd in the whole street, showing a lot of murderous intent. This murderous intent made the surrounding crowd dare not to approach rashly.

In such a state of nervousness and fear, Zhang Xiaolan came to a storefront with the sign saying "Buzhuang" and stopped. Looking at the small door that was only opened with a gap, she mustered up the courage to go forward~
"Dare to ask if the store sells cloth!"

The middle-aged bald man lying on the chaise longue inside was awakened by the crisp sound, and quickly got up in fright. He squinted his eyes and looked at the appearance of the two people outside. He didn't open the door twice like a bandit. Zhang Xiaolan noticed the flip, to show the two of them came in quickly, and fastened the door bolt again. Zhang Xiaolan noticed the flip, but calmly put down the basket on her back.

"This is……?"

"This is an edible wild potato. Dare I ask the store if I can exchange this food for some cloth?"

“You can try it first”

Without waiting for the middle-aged bald head to refuse, Zhang Xiaolan took out the wild potatoes cooked earlier in the morning and put them in his hands.

He never thought that there would be business in the days when he was displaced, but the whole family lived in this shop. Although they could no longer earn money, he really couldn't bear to lose this huge family business and house. Those in his hands The accumulated goods can't be exchanged for money at all, and even his family can't finish wearing them~
He took a bite melancholy, not to mention, it was quite mouthful, "How do you plan to change it?"

Zhang Xiaolan said with satisfaction, "Ten catties of sweet potatoes and a piece of cloth".

"Ten pounds?"

The middle-aged bald head was shocked!Is this equivalent to robbery?

(End of this chapter)