Chapter 166 (1/2)

In terms of price, although the big shopkeeper is a businessman, he has cooperated with Fang Changfu for a long time, so naturally he will not take advantage of Fang Changfu. It is difficult to see beans, eggplant and pepper. He gives 100 Wen a kilo for vegetables with little production, 80 Wen for other vegetables, and 20 Wen a kilo for winter melon and pumpkin.

Although the pricing is not very neat, Fang Changfu won't care much. It's the same with doing business. Some earn more and some earn less. More importantly, he is very satisfied with the price. Although his face is carried, his heart is already smiling.

If embroidery is right, vegetables are really more expensive than meat at this time. Indeed, it is hard to raise a pig. A kilogram of meat is only ten Wen on average, but these vegetables are so valuable!

And the big shopkeeper said that he doesn't have to deliver these dishes. Every morning, a car will come and pull them. At that time, they will deliver them and pay the bill!

This is really great. In this case, he doesn't have to go to the county to deliver vegetables. Otherwise, he has to run at least twice to deliver chicken and duck and vegetables.

After talking about the price, writing the document and signing the pledge, Fang Changfu looked at it once and carefully folded it into his arms.

After returning home, Fang Changfu was still happy and couldn't help himself. When he arrived at the door, he called Fang ruxiu for the first time. After stopping the ox cart and finding Fang ruxiu, he carefully showed her the document.

Fang ruxiu was very happy to see the price written on it after reading it, because the price was more expensive than she thought. In ancient times, there were very few people who could cultivate summer vegetables in winter. Most of them were talents from rich families who were willing to spend this idea to grow vegetables in their own village. However, they did not understand the importance of photosynthesis. They still could not get a good yield. If they were lucky, they could only barely eat enough. It would be impossible to sell them.

”Well, the price is OK.” Fang Changfu asked Fang ruxiu, but his face was full of pride.

”Of course, Dad, you're really great.” Fang ruxiu praised, ”Dad, you should continue to work hard. It's up to you whether I can call a slave and call a maid to be a real lady.”

”Hey, don't worry, dad will work hard.” Fang Changfu was very happy today.

Fang ruxiu was also infected by the simple and honest smile on his face. She returned the instrument to him, but he asked Fang ruxiu to put it away. At last, he was afraid that Fang ruxiu had lost the instrument, so he explained: ”if you embroider, you should keep it alive in case it is still useful.”

”You know, I can't lose the things I put here.” Fang ruxiu said with a smile, and then turned to go upstairs.

After entering his room, Fang ruxiu closed the door, hid the document in the storage space, and then went downstairs to the study.

The snow outside has stopped. The white snow shines brightly through the pure glass. This morning, Fang Yicheng wanted to make a snowman, but Fang ruxiu detained him in the house.

”Yi Cheng, you just shouted to make a snowman. Are you going now?” Fang ruxiu called Fang Yicheng, but Fang Ruyin was the most diligent. She slipped down from the small stool, and then walked to Fang ruxiu's side and said, ”sister, I'm going.”

”OK, take you.” Fang ruxiu said with a smile, and then asked, ”but take your little gloves.”

A long cloth strip was hung around Fang Ruyin's neck. A pair of leather gloves were hung on both sides of the cloth strip. Fang ruxiu covered it and showed it to Fang ruxiu, ”put it on.”

”OK.” Fang ruxiu touched her head and looked up at Fang Yicheng, who was still practicing calligraphy. Fang Yicheng didn't lift his head. He just lowered his head while writing and said loudly, ”sister, I have a line of words to write. You can have me.”

”Don't worry.” Fang ruxiu nodded and said, ”you have to do your homework well. When we finish making snowmen, I have to check it.”

Fang Yicheng nodded like a chicken pecking rice, but the action on his hand didn't stop. Fang ruxiu waited at the door for a while with Fang Ruyin, and he put down his pen.

”Sister, I've finished writing.” Fang Yicheng ran to Fang ruxiu, quickly put on his gloves, and then raised his hand to Fang ruxiu.

”OK, let's go.” Fang ruxiu's language was short, so he took Fang Yicheng out.

The snow has been a little thick all morning, and it's cold in this place. It doesn't melt as soon as the snow falls. The snow here doesn't melt much unless it's sunny.

Standing on the snow, Fang ruxiu really doesn't know how long she hasn't made a snowman. At the moment, she is holding two children and looking at the gray sky. She has a feeling like an afterlife.

Also, she was already separated. She put away her thoughts. With a big hand, she said, ”come on, let's make a snowman.”

First, pinch a small ball on the ground, and then roll it on the snow, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it bigger and bigger.