General, Madam Called You To Farm

   Chapter 131 Harvest (one more)

  Su Xiaoxiaofucheng and his party earned 500 taels back. This is a sure thing.

  The hero does not ask the source, and the money does not tell the origin!

   Anyway, she got it, it was hers!

  Su Xiaoxiao patted his father's shoulder: "Dad, you are calm. Daughter, I am better than blue, you should be happy."

  Yes, you have corrupted Futai, I am so happy!

  伱Dad, I have only been a village bully for so many years. You have been to Fucheng, so you can directly give the whole city the rhythm of the little bullies!

   Father Su is about to cry.

   The only calm person in the room was Wei Ting.

   This guy, rarely when his expression management gets out of control, Su Xiaoxiao doesn't know whether he is really calm or indifferent to her affairs.

   "By the way, how was the business during my absence?"

   This is what Su Xiaoxiao is most concerned about right now.

   "You little sister Wu did a good job." Father Su said.

   This title means that Xiao Wu is no longer regarded as an outsider.

   In fact, Xiao Wu's work is more than good? It is quite a long face for Su Ji.

  Su Xiaoxiao only made three kinds of dim sum at the beginning, and the business of braised pork went smoothly, and there was no need for too many.

   Little Wu made Ergou Cake the next day, and the output also increased.

  According to Su Xiaoxiao’s original plan, 100 pancakes a day, 50 academies, and no more than 30 catties of braised pork.

  Xiao Wu's doubled directly, but the price is very hard, and the naked eye can see the haggard.

  Su Xiaoxiao said: "Didn't I say, don't you need to fight like this?"

   Xiao Wu lowered his head and whispered, "No, I don't want to embarrass you."

   From childhood to adulthood, no one trusted her. Although her family treated her well, they didn't think a girl could be of any use?

   Only Da Ya believed in her and dared to entrust such a heavy burden to her.

  I don’t know if this is the value that Daya said.

  She...felt her worth.

   Not only live as a wife, a mother, a daughter-in-law, she can also act like a man.

   She seems to have started a new life.

   She didn't want to live up to Daya's trust.

  Su Xiaoxiao said sincerely: "Sister Wu, you have done a good job, even better than I thought."

   Xiao Wu's eyes were bright.

   Liu Ping's heart is sour again, daughter-in-law, you have never been so happy in a big wedding.

  The production volume has gone up, and the sales volume is also a problem.

   Even these days, sales are a bigger problem.

   Anyway, Mrs. Wu was trained for the job, Father Su... but he never sold real knives.

   He just went to be a bodyguard for a few days.

   And the reason why Su Xiaoxiao still insisted on letting Father Su sell it is because regular customers knew him, and when they saw him, they knew that it was indeed Su Ji’s stall.

   "Sold out! Not one left!" Father Su said proudly.

   "Is it sold out every day?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

   "Yes!" Father Su raised his eyebrows.

  Su Xiaoxiao was surprised: "Dad, you are amazing!"

   Wei Ting took a sip of tea without being salty or bland.

   Liu Ping smiled and said, "Jun Wei Xiaolang is also there!"

  Su Xiaoxiao's face was serious: "Dad, he has bad legs, so you still take him to town?"

   Father Su coughed twice: "Cough! There is a donkey cart, so he doesn't have to go by himself."

  Su Xiaonao made up for the handsome Wei Ting, who was aggrieved by his tall body, carrying a small bench and sitting on a small donkey cart.

Can not bear to look--

   Father Su wanted a little face, and asked him to sell cakes, but he couldn't let it go.

   Adhering to the principle of never being alone, he resolutely took his son-in-law up!

  Different from farming, Wei Ting really got it right this time.

   He didn't have to do anything, just sat there, his suffocatingly handsome face created a higher rate of turning heads than Su Xiaoxiao, a 200-pound little fat man.

  Wei Ting's appearance is to be killed by young and old, aunts and aunts are swarming like floods and beasts, and the young girls are not showing weakness.

   In just three days, Wei Ting won the title of a fried street - the shortbread man Xishi.

   Proper black history!

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  Su Xiaoxiao brought gifts to everyone from Fucheng.

   For the big and small plums, a jar of local specialty pork jerky and two sets of new outfits were given, and the one for Xiao Wu was a silk handkerchief embroidered with wax plums.

   She remembered that the little Wu family had a similar handkerchief, which was always treasured, and was detained by the big Wu family when they separated.

   Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly turned red.

  Da Ya takes people to heart, she just never said anything.

  Su Xiaoxiao said: "Brother Liu, this is for you."

   Liu Ping was taken aback: "I have it too?"

   The credit for the past few days seems to be entirely attributed to Xiao Wu and Wei Ting. In fact, Liu Ping is also responsible.

  Who says transportation is not important? To connect with business, we have to travel to so many places, and there can be no mistakes in the middle.

   Liu Ping is also not easy.

   Liu Ping took it and smelled it: "It's so fragrant, it's a burning knife!"

   Liu Ping has no other hobbies. He only likes to drink a little wine occasionally, especially he likes to burn knives. It just so happens that there is an old wine cellar in Fucheng, and knives burning is his signature.

  Su Cheng instructed: "You can drink, but don't be greedy."

   Liu Ping patted his chest: "Don't worry, I won't!"

  Su Xiaoxiao took out a pair of brocade boxes from her bag: "Dad, your tea!"

   This is the tea that Master Huijue gave, and it is much better than the ones sold in other shops!

  Three little ones have three boxes of dried meat, three pairs of small shoes, three sets of new clothes, plus three days of kisses and hugs!

happy!

   Wei Ting was the only one left in the family.

  Wei Ting's aura is a little low.

   He got up lightly: "I'll go back to the house first."

   Everyone looked at Wei Ting and then at Su Xiaoxiao.

   Father Su winked at her.

   "What are you doing?" Su Xiaoxiao asked knowingly.

   Father Su said, "What's the situation?"

  Su Xiaoxiao hugged her arms: "He doesn't even go to the village to pick me up!"

   Father Su: "..."

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   Dong Dong Dong!

  The door was knocked.

   Wei Ting lightly threw the newly written copybook aside, his eyes were a little cold and dry.

  Su Xiaoxiao did not wait for Wei Ting to come in after waiting for a long time.

  Oh, this is my own house, what am I knocking on the door!

  Su Xiaoxiao reached out and pushed the door.

"Come in."

   Almost at the same moment, Wei Ting spoke.

  Su Xiaoxiao closed the door again!

   then slowly pushed away and walked in calmly.

   She came to Wei Ting's side, like a proud little chubby peacock, looking up at the sky, and placed a brocade box on the table.

"Give."

   Wei Ting asked in a high tone: "For whom?"

  Su Xiaoxiao akimbo: "Who else is there besides you and me in this room?"

  Wei Ting's expression did not change in the slightest, he still had a cold expression on his face, but the irritability around him disappeared.

   He stuck out his slender, jade-like fingers, as if he casually opened the brocade box.

   is a jade hair crown.

  Su Xiaoxiao said lightly: "I give it away when I buy something, whether I want it or not."

   Wei Ting's eyes moved slightly.

  Su Xiaoxiao turned her head inadvertently and caught a glimpse of the crumpled paper ball on the table.

   "Huh? What is that?" She reached for it.

   "Nothing!" Wei Ting grabbed the paper ball first.

   "Let me take a look!" Su Xiaoxiao took the paper ball from his hand and unfolded it, and there were several copybooks written by him.

   She practiced calligraphy with Su Ergou by copying his copybooks.

   Did he...he wrote a new one for them to copy?

   To be precise, let Su Ergou copy it.

  Su Xiaoxiao is confident that her stealthy vest is well covered!

  Su Xiaoxiao said: "It's so well written, what did you throw it away? What a pity."

   She unfolded the paper ball with love, spread it flat on the table, and pressed it with her hands again and again.

   Watching her seriously and carefully treat several crumpled paper balls, Wei Ting frowned, and his eyes suddenly became a little cold.

   Wei Ting brought the paper ball over: "There is a typo in it, I will write a new one!"

   (end of this chapter)