"Brother Su, let me help you. Can you teach me how to farm?" Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly volunteered as she watched Su Yu busy at work, sweating profusely.
"No!" When Mr. Zhao heard that Mu Xiaoxiao actually wanted to learn farming from Su Yu, he almost jumped up and blew his beard and glared: "You will be my Danyin's apprentice from now on. How can you learn farming? Tell me." Where to put this old face?”
"No, I will follow Brother Su." Mu Xiaoxiao said stubbornly, not caring about Mr. Zhao's darkening expression.
Su Yu smiled and came to the rescue of Mr. Zhao: "Xiaoxiao, no need, I'm almost ready. Go and help me get the porridge out of the pot."
"Yeah, okay." Mu Xiaoxiao said happily, and immediately turned around and ran to the kitchen.
The corners of Mr. Zhao's eyes kept twitching. What could be more miserable than that his apprentice didn't listen to him at all, but always turned towards outsiders. He snorted coldly at Su Yu. He looked at this kid now, and the more he looked at him, the more he disliked him.
Walking into the house, he picked up the porridge that Mu Xiaoxiao had just served and started to drink...
"Master, Brother Su is still outside. You can't eat it yet."
The weak voice made Mr. Zhao's face freeze. The hand holding the bowl stopped in mid-air, he took a deep breath and sat down uncomfortably.
Isn’t it just a bowl of porridge? Do I care about it? Mr. Zhao kept thinking about it in his heart, but his eyes never left the porridge bowl and his nose sniffed from time to time.
After Su Yu entered the room, he looked at the master and apprentice who looked eager but forced themselves to endure it. He couldn't help but feel funny, "You don't have to wait for my food. It won't taste good when it's cold. Eat it quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mr. Zhao eagerly picking up the bowl and starting to eat, without any image of an alchemy sage. Mu Xiaoxiao was quite reserved, but his rosy 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, Su Yu cooked a large pot of porridge today. No matter how delicious it is, it cannot be finished by three people.
Mu Xiaoxiao felt a little distressed. Should such delicious porridge be wasted
"Wait a minute, I have to go to the market quickly to sell porridge and rice!"
"What? You want to sell rice?!" Mr. Zhao asked in disbelief. His kind of rice is unique in the world. It's fine if you don't cherish it, but you still want to sell it
"Boy, you set a price, and I'll buy it all." Zhao Laokuo said angrily. Rather than letting others ruin this kind of rice, it's better to keep it for himself. The best thing about him is money.
"Mr. Zhao, the reputation of Dawang Mountain depends on this, and this rice is just the lowest level. I will grow better food in the future."
"Just those apples you planted in the morning?" Mr. Zhao didn't believe it. He was lucky to have this kind of rice in the world. How could he be able to grow something more outstanding? Is this kid the darling of heaven and earth? Whatever he grows is delicious. ? This is too ridiculous.
"You'll know after you taste it." Su Yu said, packing the pot, taking the twenty kilograms of rice he had prepared, and preparing to set off for the market.
"Brother Su, let me go with you, and I will get the rice." Mu Xiaoxiao said.
Su Yu waved his hand, "Since you have accepted Mr. Zhao as your teacher, you must follow Mr. Zhao and listen to Mr. Zhao's teachings. It is enough for me to go down the mountain alone. You stay and study with Mr. Zhao. Don't fall behind." The name of Dawang Mountain.”
"I understand, brother Su, don't worry, I will definitely study hard with the master." Mu Xiaoxiao was a little frustrated, but said obediently.
Su Yu's words made Mr. Zhao feel very comfortable. He kept nodding his head while wiping his beard, thinking that this kid knew the truth.
…
Two hours later, Su Yu arrived at the market. It was still the same place. Su Yu put down the rice, set up the pot, and put some firewood under the pot.
Since he had rushed early, although it was not early in the morning, it was still only nine o'clock, and it was very lively with people coming and going.
"Young man, you are setting up a stall at such a young age."
Next to Su Yu's stall was an old man who sold fish. Since there were not many customers, he started chatting with Su Yu.
"Yes, uncle, I'll come out to sell some rice." Su Yu said with a smile.
The uncle frowned and reminded: "Young man, how much is rice worth? And if you just sell rice, it will be difficult to have a business."
"It's okay, I'll just try my luck."
"Okay, doing business requires you to have a good attitude and not be arrogant or impetuous." The old man praised, looked at the pot next to Su Yu curiously and asked, "What's in your pot? It smells delicious." "
Since the porridge had just started to heat up, the aroma was not strong yet. Even though the uncle was close, he could only smell a faint scent of the porridge.
"This is the white rice porridge I made with this rice. I sell it for breakfast, so that others can trust my rice."
"Hahaha, the young man is pretty good, he has a lot of business acumen." The uncle laughed and said, "How much does a bowl of this porridge cost? I got up early to go fishing and haven't eaten yet. Give me a bowl when the porridge is ready!"
"No, when the porridge is ready, I'll treat the uncle to a bowl for free." Su Yu said, if he told the price, the uncle would definitely be scared to death.
"That's not possible! It's not easy for you, a young man, to start a business at such a young age. How can I take advantage of you, uncle? Besides, it's just a bowl of porridge, and I can still afford it. Just ask the price!" the uncle said grandly. .
"It's really not necessary, uncle..."
"Young man, if you don't accept it, you are looking down on the uncle!" The uncle glared and said displeased.
"Actually... I plan to sell a bowl of porridge for a medium-grade spiritual stone..."
"Isn't it just one..." The uncle was stunned, looked at Su Yu, and the tone of his voice changed, "What did you say?"
"One medium-grade spiritual stone and one bowl..."
The uncle's face turned red, and the words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't speak. He didn't even have a middle-grade spiritual stone on his body, and even if he did, he couldn't use it to drink a bowl of porridge!
Hey, it’s useless for me to boast that I have lived for most of my life. I didn’t expect that there would be times when I am getting old. This young man looks honest and honest. I didn’t expect that he was so scheming. He didn’t even tell me that he was seducing me. He opened his mouth and didn’t look red. Jump, meet someone who is not kind, meet someone who is not kind...
"Is your porridge really just white rice porridge? Have you added anything else?" The uncle's expression went beyond the realm of shock. He calmed down for a while and asked in disbelief.
"It's really just white rice porridge." Su Yu shook his head, "Uncle, there's really no need..."
"You don't need to say anything, and don't call me uncle. We have never met each other, let alone spoken!" The uncle snorted and retreated into his stall, his face a little red. After all, he had just vowed to do it. Paying money actually caused such a big mistake.
Su Yu sighed slightly. He had expected this result for a long time and did not explain it. He quietly waited for the rice porridge to mature...
(End of chapter)