The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 135 Little Rice Angel

It's a pity you don't live in my house?

Hearing Qiao Dami's words, Qiao Mai squeezed his little face expressionlessly, "Concentrate on eating your melon seeds."

Qiao Rice let out an oh, and his little mouth opened again, but this did not delay him from speaking, "Sister, our family has so many fields now, let's plant some melon seeds too!"

Before Qiao Maimai could answer, he turned his small face to look at Tong Sanlang's generous back, "Brother Tong Sanlang, you don't know yet, do you? My sister sold the recipe for tofu and tofu, and in exchange for a lot of land, I will use it in the future. My family can eat white noodles every day!"

Eating white flour steamed buns, noodles and pancakes every day is so wonderful!

Tong Sanlang didn't turn his head when he heard the words, and there was no surprise on Jun's face, he just said, "That's good."

"No, my family has a lot of land now. Sister, let's plant some melon seeds. These melon seeds are salty. Can you make them sweet?" What to say, quickly turned the topic to the pot of goat milk.

"Sister, the milk steamed buns in the morning are really delicious, do you want to make them next time?"

Qiao Xiaomai twitched the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a not-so-bright smile. She had been here for so long, and with the memory of the original owner over the past ten years, she didn't know that the little guy in front of her was a gossip.

"Melon seeds can be made into sweet ones. I'll go to the town to see if there is anyone selling seeds." Melon seeds have only been introduced to Daqi in recent years. I don't know if there are any seeds in Bailu Town.

She hasn't figured out what to plant on those three slopes, but it would be nice if she could plant a large field of sunflowers.

"What about the steamed buns?" Qiao Dami asked with a small face raised.

"I can't buy goat's milk." There must be no place in the town that sells cow's milk and goat's milk. If you want to drink it, you have to raise your own cows and sheep.

"If you want to drink rice, go to my house and get it." Tong Sanlang opened his mouth.

"No need." Qiao Mai quickly refused.

"It's not for nothing, you can exchange it with some bean sprouts."

"Okay, okay!" Qiao Dami nodded ahead of Qiao Mai. He likes to run to Tong's house, and he also wants Brother Tong and Grandpa Tong to eat his food, "Brother Tong, your idea is really good!"

Tong Sanlang smiled, but didn't make a sound.

Joe Mai "..."

She rolled her eyes secretly, "I'd better buy a sheep."

"I know where cattle and sheep are sold. Miss Qiao, if you want to buy them, I can take you there." Tong Sanlang was not overly enthusiastic, and when he heard Qiao Maimai's words, he followed her words.

"You tell me the location, next time I will go with my dad, and today I will only buy offal."

"Alright." Tong Sanlang said something.

Qiao Mai wrote it down and thanked him earnestly.

"Wow, sister, are we going to buy cattle or sheep?" Qiao Dami asked with big shining eyes.

"Of course." Qiao Mai nodded.

Now her family is the richest man in Anping Village, a small landlord with more than 300 mu of land. If there is only one donkey in the family, it is obviously not enough to match her status as an old landlord.

Besides, when the wheat is harvested, cattle must be used.

Qiao Dami looks forward to the happy life when the family has cattle, donkeys and fields, and the smile on his little face is even bigger.

"Right, sister, let's go to the town later and buy some toilet paper?" He suddenly remembered this. When he went to the toilet this morning to poop, he found that there were only a few toilet paper left.

After using straw paper, no one wants to use toilet chip again.

(End of this chapter)