I have a portable farm

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On this day, Zhao Xinyu went to the grape forest as a habit. Although there were still grapes in the grape forest at this moment, there were not many grapes left. Looking at the few grapes left, Zhao Xinyu felt a little emotional.

Just as Zhao Xinyu was sighing with emotion, he vaguely saw He Yuzhu hurried back from the back of the yard, and then ran to the back of the yard as if he had taken something.

Zhao Xinyu also went to the back of the yard with a little doubt, but he did not see He Yuzhu's figure, which made him a little confused.

If this was Jiang Pengxin, he wouldn't worry. After all, Jiang Pengxin was already sensible, but He Yuzhu was still young, and he didn't want anything to happen to He Yuzhu.

With a trace of worry, Zhao Xinyu walked through the grape forest behind the yard. He wanted to see what He Yuzhu was doing. After passing through the grape grove, Zhao Xinyu saw He Yuzhu's figure. With He Yuzhu, there were three or four little guys about the same age as He Yuzhu.

After seeing these little guys, Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but shake his head. He also knew what these little guys were doing. He didn't notice that the sour seeds planted around this area had matured at some point.

Sourness around this area. Most of them are about 1.67 meters high, and the branches are covered with golden and blood-red sour bean sprouts. Each sour bead is about the size of a peanut, and they are golden and blood red when they enter the eye.

Because there was too much sour juice on the branches, the leaves were almost invisible, and the branches were all bent into a bow shape. However, the faces, hands and even clothes of He Yuzhu and the other little guys were covered with golden sour juice.

Several little guys who were busy picking sour milk suddenly saw Zhao Xinyu appear. They were startled. They glanced at Zhao Xinyu and their eyes fell on He Yuzhu. There was something in his twinkling eyes. A hint of fear.

"Uncle Xinyu, we...".

Zhao Xinyu laughed, walked over and stroked He Yuzhu's little head a few times, "You all should be careful, the thorns on the sour cream are very sharp, and the sting will be very painful. Don't eat too much. If you eat too much, you will get sour teeth and even tofu." I can’t even bite it.”

"Not sour, but sweet." Seeing that Zhao Xinyu was not angry, a little guy raised a handful and said sourly.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled. He grew up under Liuling Mountain. He knew the sour taste very well. No matter how sweet it was, his teeth couldn't stand it even after eating too much.

He picked a few randomly, put them in his mouth, and bit them gently. There was a hint of sourness in the sweetness, and there was also a hint of rose fragrance. This made Zhao Xinyu stunned. He had not eaten such a sour taste. Pass.

He ate a few sour ones, took out his cell phone, took a lot of photos and sent them to Du Mengnan, then looked at He Yuzhu, "Yuzhu, do you have an extra bag? Give one to uncle."

"have".

While Zhao Xinyu was picking sour grapes, he heard the voices of Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong, and then he saw Du Mengnan, Guan Bingtong, Wang Qing, and Xu Mei each carrying a basin through the grape grove.

When the four people appeared, Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong exclaimed. They lived in the city, so they could see the sour liquid, so when they saw the sour liquid bending the branches, they became excited. Not only the two of them, but also Wang Qing, Xu Mei was also full of surprise.

The four of them did not go to pick them right away. Instead, they held their mobile phones and took pictures and uploaded them. After eating a few of them, the four of them couldn't bear it anymore.

Fortunately for Xu Mei and Wang Qing, Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong soon turned into He Yuzhu and the others, with a lot of sour juice on their pretty faces, hands and even clothes.

Several people were busy picking and eating sour fruits. In less than two minutes, several people's cell phones rang one after another. The content of the calls, without exception, asked them where they were and what those small red and yellow fruits were.

At the same time, the Internet and the circle of friends began to become lively. The photos and short videos uploaded by Du Mengnan and others attracted countless pairs of eyes in a short period of time.

People who don’t know sour fruits are surprised that there are such fruits in the world. Looking at the golden and blood-red sour fruits, they have the urge to pick and taste them.

Not only did the people who didn't know the sours, even the people who had seen the sours were surprised. They had never seen such a big and lush sour.

"Zhao Xinyu, Yumo, Ruoxi and the others are coming over during the National Day. This sour thing can be left at that time."

Zhao Xinyu laughed and said, "Of course. When we were kids, we would go into the mountains to pick sour juice to eat in the winter, but I plan to make juice. I don't know how much will be left when they come over."

"You are stupid, why do you make juice with such a good thing? We have never seen it here in Pengcheng. If you pick it off and buy it, you can sell it at a high price."

"Can this thing still be sold for money?" Zhao Xinyu was a little stupid at this time. You must know that sour juice can be found everywhere in their place. Generally, people use sour juice to make juice. Even if they don't say it is for sale on the street, there are not many people. Take a few glances.

"Of course it can be sold. Find someone quickly."

Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but smile bitterly. If there were still some idle people in the village when he first came to Xihanling, now although most of the villagers who went out to work have returned, those who engage in breeding and those who help him, almost all the people in the village who are capable of working are here. , sour and not big, so you have to be careful of the thorns on them when picking them. Where can I find someone to pick them?

"No one".

Du Mengnan was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on He Yuzhu and the others, "Today is not a weekend. Let's find the children in the village and let them eat openly. It will be enough for each of them to pick some. Later, we will give their families some money and let them also eat." I know the hardships of farm life.”

Zhao Xinyu nodded. Most families nowadays have one or two children. Even here in Xihanling, parents would rather suffer than let their children work. Let them feel that making money is not what they imagined. It's so easy, and it's a good idea.

In less than half an hour, hundreds of little guys over ten years old entered the yard. Like Du Mengnan and others, they all exclaimed after coming over and started taking pictures. . . . . .

After eating for more than ten minutes, they received a bag one by one, and then started picking while eating. In one morning, each person picked two strips, but the sourness seemed to have not changed at all.

After the children left at noon, Du Mengnan felt sour when he saw that there was almost no change. "Zhao Xinyu, although there are not many grapes left, there are still a lot of vegetables and mushrooms down there. Why don't you hold a picking festival during the National Day?"

"OK".

While waiting for lunch, Du Mengnan and Guan Bingtong also knew why Zhao Xinyu kept preventing them from eating more sour milk.

The sour taste didn't make any sense, but now they really couldn't even bite the tofu, and a few of them just drank some crucian carp soup. The table was full of delicacies that they had to grab in the past, and they didn't dare to move their chopsticks.

In the afternoon, sourness appeared in the preserved vegetables, and within a short time, a long queue formed in front of the preserved vegetables. After the children's hard work all morning, the vegetables were sold out by the evening.

When Zhao Xinyu received the news, he was also surprised. He had to know that Du Mengnan had set a price of twelve yuan per kilogram of sour milk.

The price is already the same as the price of grapes, but people still rush to buy it. This makes Zhao Xinyu a little confused as to why the sour grapes that can be seen everywhere in their country have become a hot commodity here.

"Xinyu, there are still many people asking if there will be sourness tomorrow."

Zhao Xinyu smiled bitterly. The sourness was still there, but he couldn't get the preserved vegetables to sell. His eyes flickered a few times, "Tell the customers that we will also hold a picking festival during the National Day, and they can pick at will."

After receiving this news, many people who had originally planned to travel during the National Day canceled their trips. They were worried that when they came back from the seven-day trip, all the delicious sours had been picked by others.

What's more, they also know that the vegetables and mushrooms in Xihanling have a unique taste. They can save money and experience farm life by staying in Pengcheng. Why not do such a thing.

Zhao Xinyu also received a lot of such news. He and Du Mengnan studied it and decided to make the village more lively during the National Day.

Many people still remember the grand occasion in the village during May Day, so after the news spread, and there were still three days before the National Day, the area in front of the compound was already full of stalls.

"Han Li, go and count who in our village has good potatoes and corn. Can you bring me a batch in the next two days?"

Han Li was stunned, "Xinyu, although most people in our village are engaged in farming, not to mention corn, who doesn't grow some potatoes?"

"Okay, take me to see you this afternoon."

"What are you going to do?"

"Sell it for money."

A few days passed by. On the morning of the National Day, the courtyard and the streets were already overcrowded, and the area where the sour dumplings were located was even more crowded. People who wanted to squeeze in to pick the sour dumplings had no choice but to wait in line. .

While people were busy picking and visiting the stalls, people entering and exiting the compound found a bonfire lit in an open space near Luoshui. After the fire burned out, several young people poured a basket of potatoes into the fire and poured it into the fire. The fire was buried, and then stringed corns were taken out and placed on the fire to start grilling.

The villagers coming and going were not surprised by the roasted potatoes and corns, but the people in the city were curious, and many people stopped to watch.

Ten minutes later, a young man brought over the charred corn and peeled off the charred outer skin. A unique aroma began to spread, which made many onlookers swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"It's delicious," a young man said with a smile after taking a bite of the roasted golden corn.

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