Playful peasant girl made a fortune: uncle begged to take it away

Chapter 157 Complaint
"It's really troublesome for you. Not only do you need to send me back, but you also need to help me carry things up the mountain."

"Miss Ming, you are welcome. This is what I should do. Where should I put the things?"

"Just let it go."

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

"Girl, you're back!" Old Murong rushed out first.

"Hey, Master, you are back, why didn't you write to me before?" Mingyu looked at the four people who came out and asked.

"Hello little sister."

"Little Junior Sister, why do you need so much wool?" Cang Jiye asked.

"Making padded jackets and quilts!" Mingyu replied bluntly.

"Then wouldn't it be better to ask for cotton?" the gentle second senior brother asked.

"Wool is cheap and warm. Naturally choose wool. Brothers, do me a favor."

"What are you going to do? Tell me, Junior Sister."

"Help me send all these things to the mountain, and cook a big meal for you tonight." Mingyu pointed at the huge pile of things.

"Okay, little junior sister should cook more delicious food, and don't forget the wine." After saying that, the three left with their things on their shoulders.

"Girl, you have no heart." Old Man Murong looked at Mingyu sadly and said.

"What did I do, come out without a conscience?" Mingyu asked confusedly.

"When you came here before, why didn't you take out that good wine to honor Master, but in the end you let that boy Shen Yiyun send it to the refugees to cool down, it's too violent for you!" Old man Murong looked heartbroken. .

"Uh, it was raining all the time before, and you guys are addicted to drinking corn wine. Didn't I forget it?" Mingyu said helplessly.

"You, you, you, you pay me for good wine." The old man Murong stared at Mingyu and said excitedly.

"You don't even know that when the wine arrived, it was divided up by those three brats. There was also the dried fish chili sauce and so on. Those brats had almost finished everything before keeping it. Then give me a little bit, you don't know, Master, who can't eat enough, who can't drink well, woo woo, they've lost a lot of weight."

He not only complained with embellishments, but also exaggeratedly compared the matter with his fingers a little bit, and turned around to show Mingyu, as if to prove how true what he said was true.

"Uh, it's okay, but the wine that was sent before is gone. I buried some in the bamboo forest. I'll dig out a jar later. Can I count it as compensation for you?" Mingyu said in a good voice.

"Okay, but don't wait, let's dig now. By the way, tell me where the other wine is buried. Next time, I don't need you to bring it. I can dig it myself. It's great, and I don't bother you."

Um, this old man still has to push his feet. Fortunately, he didn't put a place to bury him, otherwise...
"Girl, have you mastered Qinggong yet?" Old Man Murong asked.

"Not yet, according to the curriculum, it will take half a year to start." Mingyu recalled the study form she had drawn up.

"Then I'll take you away." After speaking, he picked up Mingyu and flew towards the bamboo forest.

"Okay, it's here, there are only three altars nearby, let's dig." Mingyu handed the hoe to the old man Murong.

"Girl, with such a big hoe, you are not afraid of digging up my wine tank?" Old Man Murong said contemptuously as he looked at the hoe Mingyu found nearby.

"It's buried at least one meter deep. How do you plan to dig without this hoe?" Mingyu looked at the disgusted old Murong and asked back.

"Okay, draw a range for me so I can pay more attention."

Mingyu made an outline, and then old man Murong began to dig.

(End of this chapter)