Xianggong came from the mountains

Chapter 237 Autumn Harvest
She was also tired after doing things for a long time. Fortunately, when she went to the county seat, Zhu Xiaochang drained the kudzu powder and dried it. She just took out the powder that she had packed up to dry, and the dustpan was so big that it went back and forth The moving is really tiring.

In addition, Zhu Xiaochang has been particularly diligent in chopping firewood in the woods these days, and he has been chopping firewood since she said that he needed firewood.

Xiao Chu took Xia Qinghe's little hand and made Xia Qinghe Jin restless, and the fandom outside was his responsibility.

Life in the village is very fulfilling. Every day, Xia Qinghe and Zhu Xiaochang go to the field to weed and fertilize. She didn't waste the farmyard manure, and made two big pits to bury the manure. Sweet potatoes don't need manure, but other crops just need it.

So Zhu Xiaochang usually picks up manure, and she gets some withered leaves and some weeds from the mountain and throws them in the pit and bury them together. These are fertilizers, which will be needed for growing vegetables in the future.

Xiao Chu occasionally went to the town to discuss business matters with Aunt Liao, but Xia Qinghe didn't know how far it had gone, but she decided to ignore this matter at the beginning, so she didn't ask much.

She lives at her own pace, and lives leisurely and comfortably. She feels that this is the life she wants. When she has nothing to do, she will go to the mountains to pick some wild flowers and put them in the vases she made. The house is suddenly warm. Quite a lot.

There are a lot of people building houses in the village, and she would go to help occasionally and feel at ease. In just a few months, many changes have taken place in the village. For example, Dahuzi got married, not the widow mentioned before, but another A girl with yellow flowers, she looks pretty good, and Aunt Chu's family built a house, and the three houses with blue bricks and tiles can be said to be very grand.

Autumn is the harvest season. The people in the village have been busy for several months, and finally the harvest time has come. The people in the village have no fields and no rice. The only thing they grow is sweet potatoes. Now the sweet potatoes in the ground can also be dug. , the whole village was busy for a while, and everyone was preparing to dig sweet potatoes.

In the past few days, Xia Qinghe has received a lot of people every day. Group after group of people came here for the simple purpose of asking Xia Qinghe if he wanted to buy sweet potatoes. Because of what happened last year, many people in the nearby villages knew that Xia Qinghe bought sweet potatoes for business. About the starch, so too many people came to the village to inquire about the situation, especially asking Xia Qinghe if he wanted to buy sweet potatoes.

Xia Qinghe was questioned by many people every day, so she simply opened the door of the yard every day to let people from the next village directly enter her house.

The people in the next-door village can be said to be those who have tasted the sweetness, so they planted a lot of sweet potatoes in the spring of this year, and some people who planted a lot were naturally anxious, so they came to ask early.

Granny Deng also planted a lot of sweet potatoes this year, and she thought about it when she planted. The sweet potatoes were to be sold to Xia Qinghe.

This day happened to bring people from their village over to ask about sweet potatoes. Xia Qinghe was washing stone mills in the yard. Last year when she was making starch, it was almost winter, and everything was in a hurry. Everything went well.

This year she has to prepare early, and she also plans to buy another pair of stone mills, but unfortunately, she has not found a suitable one until now. In the next few villages, there are very few people who use stone mills, but there are many people who use millstones, which are just millstones. It was tiring to use, so she just gave up.

She just sent a group of people away, but Granny Deng brought a group of people here.

Granny Deng walked in front and chatted and laughed with the people behind. Xia Qinghe saw that there were several acquaintances who sold her sweet potatoes last year.

Those human beings Xia Qinghe were very enthusiastic, and she also greeted them.

Granny Deng was full of smiles, and as soon as she sat down, she hurriedly explained: "Qinghe heard that you are starting to buy sweet potatoes here, and you see that the people I brought you are all here to sell sweet potatoes."

Xia Qinghe was naturally happy. What she needed was sweet potatoes. Now that everyone in the village came to ask about sweet potatoes, she couldn't be happier.

She looked at Granny Deng with a smile and looked around gratefully, and gave a grateful smile to the people who came: "Thank you for believing in me, this year I still bought sweet potatoes. .”

Those people were very happy. Last year, because of the incident of the Gou family, many people had a shadow in their hearts. They also understood more and more that it doesn’t matter whether they give a lot of money. The important thing is that they can get the money in their hands every day. There is no point in giving more in hand.

Xia Qinghe gave the cash to reassure everyone. It would be good if the money was in hand, but what happened to the Gou family last year couldn't happen. No matter how much money he promised, it would be of no use if he didn't get it in his hands.

And this year the Gou family has no voice at all, that is to say, the Gou family may not buy this year. Thinking carefully about the Gou family's loss of a lot of money last year, no matter how stupid they are, they will not do this business.

So everyone's hopes were pinned on Xia Qinghe.

Xia Qinghe made a promise with everyone. She has been saying these things for the past few days, and she feels that she is completely following the procedure. She herself has become a robot, and a group of people will come to explain it, but fortunately, everything is worth it Yes, there are at least a few thousand catties of sweet potatoes.

A woman sitting next to Granny Deng looked at Xia Qinghe with a smile and said, "Is the Qinghe sweet potato still washed and delivered?"

"Of course, as I said before, it's the same as last year. You can't wash it for nothing. I'll give you money, just wash it clean. I won't buy anything that hasn't been washed clean." Gou Dahai's incident is a lesson. She didn't want her sweet potato starch to have silt in it. If that was the case, she wouldn't be able to sell it, and she would ruin her own signboard.

So she will never do that kind of self-defeating thing.

The woman's face was full of smiles, and her slightly chubby face was full of smiles: "That's good, I can let my child wash sweet potatoes every day."

Granny Deng was also happy in her heart, but at this moment she looked seriously at the people beside her and said, "Didn't I tell you before that Qinghe people are benevolent and righteous, and you don't even believe it."

She had been praising Xia Qinghe when she came, but some people still didn't believe it. The Gou family said a lot of bad things about Xia Qinghe last year when the Gou family bought kudzu.

There are many people who create something out of nothing, and there are many people who just can't see the good of others.

The woman sitting next to Granny Deng also agreed: "What you said is really affectionate to Qinghe."

Granny Deng proudly raised her head and said, "Is what I said false? Qinghe is really kind, anyway, all my sweet potatoes are sold to Qinghe. As for whether you want it or not, it depends on your own decision. Anyway, I Willing to take cash."

It wasn't that Xia Qinghe came here to say this on purpose, but she wanted to get cash from the bottom of her heart. No one else could believe her, but she could trust Xia Qinghe.

Xia Qinghe laughed: "I guess other places are not as good, anyway, I still suggest you to trust me."

She sincerely advises everyone, and she doesn't want everyone to take detours.

(End of this chapter)