Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 157 Autumn Widow (1)
The two of them didn't notice, but Lin Changshuan did. Turning around, he saw the two of them walking slower and slower, and couldn't help urging him, saying: "You two, go faster, I want to chat when I get home, don't forget, we are Came to catch the fair."

Damei and Muxiang looked at each other and smiled, girls like to talk about little gossip and little secrets by nature.While talking, I almost forgot the business.

Linquan Town is still so lively, catching up with the Double Day, there are a lot of people rushing to the red market, some carrying poles, some driving carts, and more walking to the market to purchase.

The sky is gloomy, accompanied by cold wind, such weather, go to the market is not happy at all.

Walking in winter is indeed more comfortable than riding a scooter. I am a little tired, but my body is warm.

After entering the town, Lin Changshuan wanted to take the things on the cart to the grocery store. They were all gadgets she made up at home. Selling them for a small amount of money and exchanging them for daily necessities would be better than staying idle at home.

Damei pulled Muxiang and separated from Lin Changshuan at the intersection.

When passing by the gate of Fushou Building, Damei pointed to the gate and asked her, "Don't you need to go in this time? Is that Tang man here?"

Mu Xiang shook her head, "I don't know. I have other things to do today. I don't care if he's here or not. It's none of my business. I'm leaving. I'm going to buy cotton. You can help me pick it up. My family still needs a few for the winter." Where's the quilt!"

The quilts that Chen Mei'e gave her before were quite small. She wanted to play a few big quilts. If it was really cold in winter, she would sleep in the same quilt with Caiyun. It would be warmer if two of them slept together, but the quilts had to be made bigger. .

Damei couldn't hold her back, so she had to accompany her to pick cotton first.There is a shop in Linquan Town that specializes in collecting cotton. It only does business in winter, and it also makes clothes part-time at other times.

Ancient cotton has no trace of artificial processing, it is all pure natural.The selection mainly depends on the fineness and dryness of the cotton.After all, cotton is not weighed, and with a little more water, the weight will increase a lot.

Damei is definitely a good bargainer, her loud voice, howling a few times, covered the shopkeeper's voice.

I just heard her grabbing a handful of cotton and pointing to the shopkeeper, "Look at how many impurities there are in this cotton, that's it, we'll have to spend a long time picking it out later, ouch, is there old cotton mixed in here?" Ah, the colors are different, I said boss, you can’t fool people like this in business, and you pay a hundred cents a catty, aren’t you bluffing!”

As soon as Damei opened her mouth, she dismissed the family's things to the limit. The shop owner should be a new daughter-in-law, she looked quite young, with a baby on her back, wearing a sleek woman's hair bun.

Originally, she was quite calm when greeting Da Mei and Mu Xiang, but after being yelled at by Da Mei, she almost lost her face, but she couldn't let the business go.

"Two sisters, our family has been selling cotton for many years. The quality of this cotton is absolutely fine. This year, there is a lot of rain and the price of cotton is expensive. We also came in with real money. If it is expensive, we have nothing to do, or else Well, I can't let this price go, but you can pick the best cotton in my backyard, do you think so?"

Having said all this, Damei's arrogance has also gone down a lot, "Well, let's go to your backyard to pick out, my sister wants to buy several quilts, such a big business, you are sure to make money of."

The young daughter-in-law laughed, and the baby behind her seemed to move. The young daughter-in-law was dealing with Damei, while coaxing the child with her hands behind her back, "You two go pick it out first, and bring it to the front after you pick it up. I'll call you guys again."

When Damei wanted to say something more, Muxiang gave her a pull, and nodded to the young wife, "We can just pick it out ourselves, you can do your work!"

Mu Xiang dragged Damei into the backyard. The store had a small frontage, but the backyard was not small. Half of the shop was covered and built as an empty warehouse, which looked a bit like a stilted building, which could prevent the cotton from getting wet.

Damei glanced around for a few times, then whispered mysteriously into Muxiang's ear: "This woman is really miserable. One person has to take care of the baby and watch the store. There is still a lot of money on this table. The dishes and chopsticks are not washed, and the clothes are soaked."

Mu Xiang looked in the direction Da Mei pointed, and there was a small table under the eaves, with only a bowl and a pair of chopsticks on it, and some white rice and porridge left in the small casserole.

On the other side of the eaves of the corridor, there is a simple small stove. The small iron pot on the stove is also different from the ones they usually use in their house, and it is much smaller.

There is also a large wooden tub by the door, which contains the baby's clothes.

Looking at the situation, this woman is really guarding the store by herself, and it is indeed very hard work.

Mu Xiang frowned and said: "It's not easy for her, let's pick the cotton quickly, let's go."

It's not that she is hard-hearted, there are so many poor people in this world, no one can take care of them, one person has one life, fate should be like this, no one can do anything about it.

As for picking cotton, Damei did it all by herself.

There was a sack next to the warehouse, and Damei was lying there with her butt pouted, filling the sack with cotton.

She was busy working there, but Mu Xiang was free, looking left and right, not knowing what to do, but fortunately Damei moved quickly, and filled a sack full of cotton in a short time.

"Let's go, ouch, look at what I've done on my body," Damei climbed down from the warehouse, her cotton-padded clothes were covered with cotton, even on her head.

Mu Xiang couldn't help laughing, "Don't move, I'll pick it off for you."

Seeing her smile, Damei was furious, "You still have the nerve to laugh, I'm doing this for you, think about it, how can you make it up to me?"

Mu Xiang helped her tidy up her clothes, thought for a while, and then said: "Let's take you to eat beef noodles. I just saw a beef noodle restaurant at the intersection. The business is pretty good. Later, you call Brother Shang Lin and let him Come and eat too."

Damei was not angry this time, she laughed happily, stepped forward to hug Muxiang coquettishly and said, "You are the best, it doesn't matter, what kind of work do you have in the future, as long as you say a word, we can go up the knife mountain or down the oil pan." With a wink."

Mu Xiang laughed and patted her on the head, "What are you talking about, what do I want you to do? I can only cook vegetables, but I don't know how to burn human flesh. No one would dare to eat it."

The two of them quarreled for a while, and after finishing cleaning up Damei's body, they went out with the sack.

Today is Hongji, the business of this shop is quite good.

(End of this chapter)