MTL - Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields-Chapter 948 murderous hands

After a while, the crowd moved forward, and there was already a space around, and Li Haitang felt that his breathing was much easier.

A group of people intend to pass through from the side, and the corner ahead is the carriage.

Li Kuangui had already come out of the shadow of being frightened by Zhu Shuangshuang, and he and Chunmei had a deep affection, flirting with each other, winking, and everything was kept silent.

Li Haitang looked funny, but somehow felt childish.

She recalled that it was not the first time that she and her savage husband experienced life and death. After each time, the couple would hug each other, without talking or communicating, but they could understand each other's thoughts.

The joy of surviving after the catastrophe has long been covered by the panic of losing. They hug each other tightly and feel at ease when they hear the heartbeat.

"Guard Li, go get the dried fruit later, and talk to the peddler about cooperation."

Since he has the courage to come to Kyoto from the south, it can be proved that the peddler has courage and courage. A person in a village has never been out of town in his life, let alone Kyoto, which is thousands of miles away.

After the peddler makes money, he talks about bringing something back to the villagers. His character is not bad, and he thinks about his fellow villagers when he makes money. This kind of person is worthy of cooperation, even if he helps the other party.

Fruits in Kyoto are different from those in the south. The cost of transporting fruits is high and the loss is higher. Many fruits in the south are not suitable for growing in the climate of Kyoto, and it is almost hopeless to transplant them.

If it is a shed, a greenhouse, and the conditions are harsh, it will lose its meaning if it grows out and tastes bad.

The popularity of dried fruits and vegetables in modern times can be seen. According to speculation, there is definitely a market in Kyoto.

The hawkers are newcomers, and they go to the common people's area to sell, so naturally there will be no results.

Ordinary people are very tight all year round, and they relax quickly during the Chinese New Year, but they don't dare to eat and drink too much. After all, this life will continue.

The dried fruit is shipped from the south, and the shipping fee will be high if the loss is not mentioned. The cost will follow, and the low price will lose money.

Rich people don't care about money, and they are not stingy when it comes to eating and drinking, but ordinary people have to think about it no matter how cheap it is, their demand for snacks itself is not high.

A pack of ten fen, but ten fen can buy ten big meat buns with plenty of oil and water, who wants to buy such a precious thing?

Market orientation determines the positioning of the product. Once the positioning is determined, it is easy to open the market.

The dried fruit is colorful, and there are preserved kiwi fruit in it. She tasted it, and it was sweet and sour, much more delicious than hawthorn.

If we can cooperate, the family can provide the money for transportation, including chariots and horses, and the peddler's family is responsible for the production, not only dried fruits, but also pickled preserved fruits can be shipped.

Some fruits are picked when they are not yet ripe, and they are automatically ripened on the road. When they arrive in Kyoto, they are just edible, and even if there are rotten ones, they will not rot too much.

In this regard, you can develop it yourself.

"Madam, you really flatter them."

Li Shortlegs doesn't think these can make money. They are dry and delicious. After a few mouthfuls, he loses interest. He is not very optimistic about the prospects.

Li Kuantui guessed that it was his wife who was kind-hearted, and was made up by the couple, perhaps moved by the truth, and gave birth to the idea of ​​helping that person.

"You just do as I say, you don't like snacks, why don't you ask Chunmei if she likes them?"

The brain circuits of men and women are different, just like women get together and eat dried fruits and snacks, while men have a stack of peanuts, a plate of thinly sliced ​​sauced meat, and a pot of wine. They chat like this and enliven the atmosphere.

"Just now, Chunmei has already eaten a pack."

Fearing that Li Kuangqi would not care, Li Haitang pointed out something.

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Chunmei blushed and said coyly, "It's really delicious."

She is a current person in Zhuangzi, and she has two or three hundred Wen a month, food and lodging, clothes, and the master's house. She can save all the money, and occasionally she has a little reward.

A pack of ten cents is not much, but Chunmei can afford it. Even before getting married, she often went out to buy when she met a peddler who came to pick up goods.

The family has no burden, and her parents and younger brother don't need her to pay, so she has no pressure.

"Madam is right, I can afford it, not to mention the wives and ladies of rich families, how can they bear it when they see fresh food?"

Rich people like to compare the most, and when the time comes, they will be packaged in exquisite boxes, the whole piece, beautifully packaged, and someone will buy it for a few taels of silver.

Those that are smashed do not affect the taste and are sold at a cheaper price.

"Chunmei is right."

Li Haitang was thoughtful, since Chunmei had such an idea, let Chunmei follow up, and Li short legs stood aside.

"Ah?" Li Kuangleg was dumbfounded, didn't he, he just said casually, and his work was cut off by his wife? Unexpectedly, he can't say anything else, he can only agree with aggrieved, thinking that he has to work hard in the future, otherwise Chunmei will become the manager in the future, and the son of his family

The position of the Lord is at stake.

This is what Li Haitang wanted. Who said there is no competition between husband and wife? She knows people and makes good use of them, which can better mobilize the enthusiasm of the two of them.

After the matter was settled, the group of people divided into two groups and were about to go to the chariots and horses.

"Miss, be careful!"

Sensing that there was danger around him, Xiao Lingchuan immediately put his wife in his arms and stepped back, while Li Haitang also turned around flexibly.

She dodged, and Xiangli beside her didn't dodge, watching a beautiful girl with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and then, nostrils, ears, the girl fell on top of her.

"what!"

Xiangli screamed and backed away, the girl fell to the ground, her eyes wide open, she couldn't stand her eyes!

"It's not good, it's dead!"

In the dark night, the lights are brightly lit, shining like day.

The girl's death was miserable, and there were timid girls and women around me, sobbing softly.

Then, someone fell down again. In an instant, seven or eight people fell down, including an old man and a child.

"It's New Year's Eve, how can someone die? It looks like he was poisoned!"

The people around were like quails, trembling with fright. They had never seen a dead person, especially one who died of poisoning. There was disbelief and unwillingness in their eyes, which was too weird.

"It's incredible!"

There was another exclamation from the crowd, and Li Haitang took a closer look. It was a man in his thirties. The man pointed at the fallen people and said weakly, "They... why are they all dead?"

"You know them?"

Someone asked, especially that little baby, who was only two or three years old, who the **** did it?

"They are from the same alleyway of my house, they are neighbors, and they are all a big family!"

The man was so frightened that his legs and feet trembled. Someone was poisoned and died just now. They were all wondering if someone had poisoned the wedding cake, but they denied it instantly. The wedding cake of a century-old brand has a red mark on the bottom, so it is impossible to poison it and smash its own signboard. Besides, the rest of the people are fine, only this family fell down.