Doomed To Be A King (Conquer a Mountain And Become The Great King)

"Brother Su, let me help you, can you teach me how to farm?" Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly volunteered to see Su Yu working all the time, sweating profusely.

"No!" When Zhao Laoyi heard that Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to learn farming with Su Yu, he almost jumped up, blowing his beard and staring: "You will be my Dan Yin's apprentice in the future, how can you learn farming, tell me Where is this old face going?"

"I don't, I'll follow Big Brother Su." Mu Xiaoxiao said stubbornly, ignoring Old Zhao's already darkened face.

Su Yu smiled and relieved Zhao Lao: "Xiao Xiao, no need, I'm almost done here, go and help me get the porridge out of the pot."

"En, okay." Mu Xiaoxiao said happily, and immediately turned around and ran to the kitchen.

The corners of Zhao Lao's eyes kept twitching. What could be more tragic than his apprentice who didn't listen to him at all, instead he kept looking at outsiders and snorted coldly at Su Yu. Now he looks at this kid, the more he looks at him, the less pleasing to the eye.

Walking into the house, he picked up the porridge that Mu Xiaoxiao had just filled and wanted to drink it...

"Master, Big Brother Su is still outside, so I can't eat it yet."

The weak voice made Zhao Lao's face stiffen, the hand holding the bowl stopped in mid-air, took a deep breath, and sat down uncomfortably.

Isn't it just a bowl of porridge, am I rare? Zhao Lao kept thinking in his heart, but his eyes never left the porridge bowl, and his nose sniffed from time to time.

After Su Yu entered the house, looking at his master and apprentice who were eager but restrained, he couldn't help but feel a burst of laughter, "You don't have to wait for me, you won't be able to eat it when it's cold, so hurry up and eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Zhao Lao couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and start eating. There was no image of Dan Sheng at all. Mu Xiaoxiao was still reserved, but his red face was also full of excitement.

"Brother Su, why did you cook so much porridge today?"

Touching his belly with satisfaction, Mu Xiaoxiao asked curiously, today Su Yu cooked a big pot of porridge, no matter how delicious it is, it cannot be eaten by three people.

Mu Xiaoxiao felt a little distressed, should such delicious porridge be wasted?

"Wait, I'm going to the market quickly, selling porridge and rice!"

"What? Do you want to sell rice?!" Zhao Lao asked in disbelief. His kind of rice is unique in the world, and it's fine if he doesn't cherish it well, but he still wants to sell it?

"Boy, you set a price, and I'll buy it." Zhao Lao said arrogantly, this kind of rice is better to keep for himself than to let others waste it. The most important thing for him is money.

"Elder Zhao, Dawangshan's reputation depends on this, and this rice is only the lowest level of things. I will grow better food in the future."

"Just those apples you planted in the morning?" Zhao Lao was a little unconvinced. It is a blessing to have this kind of rice in the world. How could it be possible to grow better things? Could this kid be the darling of the world, what is delicious? ? This is too bullshit.

"You'll know after you taste it." Su Yu said, packed the pot, brought the 20 catties of rice prepared, and was ready to set off for the market.

"Brother Su, I'll accompany you, I'll take the rice." Mu Xiaoxiao said.

Su Yu waved his hand, "Since you have worshipped Mr. Zhao as your teacher, you must follow Mr. Zhao and listen to Mr. Zhao's teaching. It's enough for me to go down the mountain alone. You stay and study with Mr. Zhao, don't fall behind. The name of Dawangshan."

"I see, don't worry, Brother Su, I will definitely study hard with the master." Mu Xiaoxiao was a little frustrated, but said obediently.

Su Yu's remarks made Zhao Lao feel relieved. With a beard, he kept nodding his head.

...

Two hours later, Su Yu arrived at the market. It was still the same place. Su Yu put down the rice, put up the pot, and put some firewood under the pot.

Since he deliberately rushes early, although it is not early in the morning, it is only nine o'clock.

"Young man, you came out to set up a stall at such a young age."

Next to Su Yu's booth was an uncle who sold fish. Since there were not many customers, he chatted with Su Yu.

"Yeah, uncle, I'm going out to sell some rice." Su Yu said with a smile.

The uncle frowned and reminded, "Young man, how much rice can be worth, and if you only sell rice, it's hard to get a business."

"It's okay, I'll try my luck."

"Okay, doing business requires you to have a good attitude, not arrogant or impetuous." The old man praised, looking at the pot next to Su Yu curiously and asked, "What's in your pot? It smells like a scent. "

Since the porridge has just started to heat up, the fragrance is not yet strong, and the uncle is close enough to only smell a faint scent of porridge.

"This is the white rice porridge I made with this rice. I sell it for breakfast, so that others can rest assured about my rice."

"Hahaha, the young man is not bad, he is very business-minded." The uncle laughed, "How much is a bowl of this porridge, I got up early to go fishing, and I just didn't eat it yet. When the porridge is ready, give me a bowl first!"

"No, when the porridge is ready, I will invite the uncle to drink a bowl for free." Su Yu said, if he said the price, the uncle would definitely be scared to death.

"That's not possible! It's not easy for you to do business at a young age. How can I take advantage of you, uncle? Besides, it's just a bowl of porridge. Uncle can still afford it. You just ask for the price!" .

"No need, uncle..."

"Young man, if you don't accept it, you look down on the uncle!" The uncle glared and said displeasedly.

"Actually... a bowl of porridge, I plan to sell a mid-grade spirit stone..."

"It's not just one..." The uncle was taken aback, looking at Su Yu, the tone of his voice changed, "What did you say?"

"A medium-grade spirit stone and a bowl..."

The uncle's face was flushed, and the words were stuck in his throat. He didn't have a middle-grade spirit stone on his body now, and even if he had it, he couldn't use it to drink a bowl of porridge!

Hey, I have lived my life for most of my life, but I never imagined that the old man could look wrong. This young man looked honest. He didn't expect that he had such a serious scheming. Jump, be unkind to others, be unkind to others...

"Your porridge is really just white rice porridge? Did you add anything else?" The uncle's expression was beyond the realm of shock, and after a while, he asked incredulously.

"It's really just white rice porridge." Su Yu shook his head, "Uncle, I really don't need to..."

"You don't need to say it, don't call me uncle, we have never met, let alone spoken!" Uncle snorted and retreated to his booth, his face a little red, after all, he just vowed to say Paying money, there was such a big oolong.

Su Yu sighed slightly, he had long expected this result, and he didn't explain it, quietly waiting for the rice porridge to mature...