After being widowed, I pampered the rough man general by farming

next morning.

Zhu Jiangjiang led a dozen little ghost heads to the fruit tree seedling field in the back mountain. In one night, the mushrooms in the field had grown a lot.

At this rate, she can still pick for half a month without worrying about it.

"Everyone, come and have a look. The ones you want to pick later must be bigger than this one, and the smaller ones will be kept for later, you know?"

Zhu Jiangjiang picked a mushroom to demonstrate to the little ghost heads, and the little ghost heads nodded to express that they remembered.

"Okay, let's start now, remember to be careful not to step on the mushrooms, you know?" Zhu Jiangjiang added.

This piece of mushrooms was discovered too late, and many mushrooms were ripe and rotten, so she had to hurry up and pick them.

Time was running out, and Zhu Jiangjiang had no time to talk about sales channels.

So she decided to dry it for later use!

Anyway, in two days, the Zhou brothers will start construction again, building an inn and tavern next to the official road she planned.

She must open this year. If the fresh mushrooms are not kept until that time, she will dry them and keep them as a feature for her own restaurant, just as a publicity in advance.

When the artificially planted mushrooms grow out next year, she can go on the market directly and be accepted by the people.

Now that this decision has been made, Zhu Jiangjiang will stop delaying and start working directly.

Seeing that she came back from the back mountain so quickly, with her hands empty, the capital trio who were drinking tea at Pei's house couldn't help but tease her: "Miss Zhu, didn't you go to pick mushrooms? Why, gave up?"

These three!

When Zhu Jiangjiang saw that they refused to work overtime, and even treated her house as a place for leisure and entertainment, she held her breath in her heart.

"I said, two emperors, why do you have to come to my house if you don't want to wait for the magnificent Jinqiu Pavilion?"

Now is the time for picking tea, and the yard of her house is full of bamboo racks and dustpans, drying the tea leaves.

She will be drying mushrooms in a while, and the space is not enough, and the three of them come to occupy a seat to drink tea and chat, what's wrong!

To this question, Wu Jin answered very confidently.

"The Golden Autumn Pavilion lacks the spirit of spring, and even less popularity. It's not as good as your place. The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and it's full of human fireworks. It's comfortable to stay here."

The fence of Pei's house has become a landscape in Xiaohuang Village.

There are a lot of flowers there, full of spring, and the fence is covered with flowers of various colors. They bloom in spring, and put the whole Pei family in a sea of ​​flowers.

Coupled with the vegetable field at the door and the tea leaves in the yard, enjoying the coolness here is really the most beautiful thing in a day.

Sure enough, there must be a mistress at home.

Unlike their Golden Autumn Pavilion, there are no women, not even a flower, it's too boring.

"But I need a place to work, can you move to the side?" Zhu Jiangjiang has already moved a small bench over.

Now is the season of spring and summer. The sun is neither too big nor too small. She also wants to work in the shade of the terrace instead of basking in the sun in the yard.

"of course can!"

The Wu family father and son got up tacitly, and handed over the task of moving tables, chairs and benches to Qin Feng.

While they were moving the bench, Zhu Jiangjiang went to the kitchen wall to get two big dustpans, and then ran into the house to dig out the needles and threads.

After running back and forth several times, he sat down on the small bench, waiting for something.

Seeing this, the three people who were drinking tea looked at her curiously, waiting to see what she was going to do.

After a while, there were a few trotting sounds from the direction of Houcun, accompanied by the laughter of the children.

"I wish my sister, we are back from picking mushrooms!"

Several children ran into the yard, carrying baskets full of mushrooms.

Zhu Jiangjiang had already prepared a small steelyard and coin coins, and when they came back, he would weigh them one by one and settle the wages on the spot.

"Okay, this basket is four catties in total, and I'll give you four coins."

After Zhu Jiangjiang weighed, he poured the mushrooms in the basket into the prepared dustpan, and asked the children to take the empty baskets and go to the back mountain to pick mushrooms.

Because it is just picking mushrooms, not selling mushrooms, a penny per catty is not too little.

A person who comes four or five times a day can also earn more than 20 yuan, which is more profitable than her slaughtering pigs last year.

"Thank you, sister!"

After taking the money, the children were so happy that they carefully put it in their pockets and then ran to the back mountain to pick mushrooms.

After they left, the yard returned to calm again.

Zhu Jiangjiang sat alone in front of the basket full of mushrooms, threading needles and threads, and began to thread the mushrooms one by one.

It’s just that it can’t be worn like sewing clothes, and knots have to be tied everywhere to prevent the mushrooms from slipping off, and also to prevent the mushrooms from being blown off by the wind when they are harvested and dried in the future.

This job looks not tiring, but it is not easy.

With so many mushrooms, it takes a lot of work to wear them one by one.

"Miss Zhu, what are you doing?" Wu Jinping couldn't help being curious.

Didn't she sell these mushrooms?Also, why wear mushrooms?

"Can't you see? I'm going to dry the mushrooms." Zhu Jiangjiang didn't raise his head, and was busy with the things in hand.

"Can this thing be dried and eaten?"

"Of course, it can be dried for a long time. When you eat it, soak it in hot water. It will be more fragrant and tough. When you return to Beijing, I will bring you a few baskets. They can also be used as special products."

Speaking of this, Zhu Jiangjiang raised his head, turned around and asked them: "By the way, when are you going back?"

She can understand that Wu Jinping lives here, why doesn't Wu Jin leave?

Does the court not need him?He has stayed here for so long, isn't he afraid that the capital will become someone else's world while he is away?

"This one……"

Wu Jin really didn't think about it carefully, he came here under the order of the Empress Dowager to take Wu Jinping back.

But Wu Jinping obviously didn't want to go back, and he had nothing to do with him. If Wu Jinping didn't move, his return journey would be delayed again and again.

"We haven't made any plans yet." Wu Jinping sipped his tea calmly, disapproving.

"..." Zhu Jiangjiang frowned, and asked weakly and tentatively: "Then you are not here, so you are not afraid that the throne will be missed?"

"Who dares to miss my throne?!"

Wu Jin stared at Zhu Jiangjiang in surprise and asked, unable to see whether he was angry or otherwise.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, pretend I didn't say anything." Zhu Jiangjiang immediately confessed.

This kind of thing is not something she can talk about as a commoner, so she should shut up.

Wu Jin withdrew his gaze and took a deep look at Wu Jinping, as if he was asking: Is there any prince in the palace who is thinking about the throne?

Wu Jinping received his gaze, but he couldn't get an answer either.

It seems that there is no one, right?

The father and son were making eye contact silently, and Qin Feng, who knew what they were thinking at a glance, couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes.

He had never seen a family who disliked the throne so much. They were self-willed, but it was hard for them, the sons of courtiers, to follow them all the way to serve them.

What is this!