The whole family is so poor, I rely on the food system to make a fortune every day

Song Fubao: ...

It's not that exaggerated!

She was pushed forward, picked up a piece of pancake, and took a bite. It was crispy and crispy, sweet but not greasy. It was okay, as if it was made of wheat flour mixed with mashed taro.

"good to eat!"

When she gave the evaluation, Matchmaker Chen laughed even more cheerfully, hahaha, she figured it out together, so it's the same as complimenting her!

Several people were talking, when they heard the sound of a carriage, Song Fubao turned his head to look, and after a while Li Xiaoer came in and asked her to go out and talk for a while, Song Fubao sighed, as expected, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, this is troublesome.

Ugh.

When she got home, she didn't say anything, so that everyone wouldn't scare themselves, but she just reminded that some distinguished guests might come to visit the village recently, and told everyone to pay attention to their words and not to collide.

Everyone understands that the nobleman and the master of Lizheng County have been here before, and they have also met and talked very well, nothing to be afraid of.

Song Fubao shook his head secretly, but this son, shopkeeper Liu's adjective is a devil!

Hope it's a good one.

Things were busy today, after dinner, Matchmaker Chen stayed to listen to her talk about the new chapter of "Journey to the West", and then walked back to the village by herself.

Li Annian also came, and continued to write and draw the content of the new chapter after listening to it. Every time Song Fubao finished speaking, he would write the content, go back and stay up late to draw, and the next morning he would receive the book cover without breakfast. Hot picture book.

By the way, I picked up a few older brothers and went back to school. Because of the busyness, the study time of the family's business students was scattered, and anyone who was free would go to ask for advice. Everyone's progress was different.

Song Fubao was able to learn at almost the same speed as his older brothers. He practiced calligraphy for an hour every night, and his brush control began to show results.

It's just that there is no aesthetic feeling of font shape.

But she is still satisfied, as long as she makes progress every day, and she doesn't go to the exams, her mentality is stable.

Because rice was going to be planted today, just after breakfast, a large group of villagers and policemen gathered at the door, all of them were waiting for her with their heads poking around.

Walking on the road, he was surrounded by people, even the village head, and along the way, Song Fubao almost thought he was doing some mysterious sacrificial ceremony!

And she is the legendary high priest in charge of sacrifices!

Who knew it was just planting seedlings, but in modern times, she would have to open live broadcasts on several platforms, do some rewards, and have fun together.

"Fubao, you say, we will do whatever you want. Don't be polite."

"Yes, yes, if something good comes out, all of us will be honored. This is what I just learned from Li Xiucai yesterday. Not bad, it means getting a good reputation hahaha."

"Stop laughing, get ready to go to the field, Liu Qiu won't be able to slip in here, don't fall, Fubao..."

……

"I thought about it yesterday and tried it out. Everyone can line up at two ends. Some grandparents and aunts can be responsible for delivering seedlings to everyone. The people in the field stand in their original positions and move back while planting, and go to the middle together. Confluence, we have a lot of people, so it should be planted soon."

Song Fubao didn't refuse, he hurried to do things, and went to the mountain to look around after finishing, looking for new things, and he could avoid the plague god.

"There is also the distance between each seedling..."

She said that everyone listened carefully and listened to the instructions, and started transplanting rice seedlings. Because they had a farmer foundation of more than ten or even decades, they lost a few seedlings, and the half-acre paddy field was transplanted.

The whole process took less than two hours!

Another quarter of an hour will be exactly noon, everyone is cheering, jumping home for dinner, beaming with joy and excitement along the way, Song Fubao walks in front, a few older brothers have just finished their studies and come to pick her up, and there is no strange person on the way, She relaxed a little.

After noon, she went up the mountain with a basket on her back. Grandma Song thought she was going to find Carpenter Li and didn't stop her, so she asked unnecessary questions.

The environment of the mountain path is quiet, and Song Fubao feels at ease, humming as he walks, it's Jay Chou's sand painting.

"This Ping'an County is really outstanding. A little girl can sing such a wonderful tune." A bass voice suddenly sounded, which scared Song Fubao into a jolt.

She jumped a few steps, turned around and saw a man in a moon-white robe embroidered with big rose-red peonies was standing tall and graceful. That's right, this was the first word that came to Song Fubao's mind.

It was also the first time she saw a man who could be described as slim.

There is also the famous scumbag Buyin... her scalp is numb, she wants to hit someone!

"Hua Peacock, no, honored guest, do you have something to do?" Song Fubao accidentally said what was in his heart, his expression was extremely flat, "I'll leave first if you're okay."

Judging by the amount of money he would spend on dressing up, he should be the prince of the devil in legends. He is indeed a devil, so enchanting that he is terrifying. She is afraid, really!

As soon as she raised her foot to run away, Prince Zhennan jumped in front of her with a few strides, flung his coquettish fan away, releasing the fragrance of peach blossoms, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I'm just lost, I want to ask you, you guys There is Song Fubao in the village, Dafuxing, do you know him?"