Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

After a while, the crowd moved forward, and a space became clear around them. Li Haitang felt that his breathing became much easier.

The group planned to cross from the side, and around the corner, there was a line of carriages and horses.

Li Duanjie has come out of the shadow of being frightened by Zhu Shuangshuang, and he and Chunmei are deeply affectionate, making secret glances and winking at each other, all without saying a word.

Li Haitang looked funny, but also felt inexplicably childish.

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

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

"Manager Li, go get the dried fruits later and talk to the vendor about cooperation."

Since he has the courage to come to Kyoto from the south, it is enough to prove that the vendor has courage and courage. A person from the village has never been out of town in his whole life, let alone Kyoto, which is thousands of miles away.

After the hawker makes money, what he talks about is bringing something back to the villagers. He is a good character and thinks about his fellow villagers when making money. This kind of person is worth cooperating with, even if it means helping him out.

Fruits in Kyoto are different from those in the south. The cost of transporting fruits is high and the losses are higher. Many fruits from the south are not suitable for growth in Kyoto's climate, so transplanting them is almost impossible.

If it is built in a shed or a greenhouse, not to mention the harsh conditions, the food grown there will taste bad and lose its meaning.

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

If a hawker is new to the area and sells in an area where ordinary people live, there will naturally be no results.

Ordinary people are in a tight situation all year round. They relax during the Chinese New Year, but they don’t dare to eat or drink too much. After all, these days have to go on.

Dried fruits are shipped from the south. Not to mention the wear and tear, the freight is quite expensive. There are costs involved, so you lose money at a low price.

Rich people don't care about money and are not stingy with food and drink, but ordinary people have to think about it no matter how cheap it is. Their demand for snacks is not high.

A bag costs ten cents, but ten cents can buy ten big meat buns with plenty of oil and water. Who is willing to buy such expensive things?

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

The dried fruits were colorful, and there were preserved kiwi fruits in them. She tasted them, and they were sweet and sour, much more delicious than hawthorns.

If they can cooperate, they can pay for the transportation, including carriages and horses, etc., and the hawker family is responsible for the production. Not only dried fruits, but also pickled fruits can be transported.

Some fruits are picked when they are still immature and ripen automatically on the road. By the time they arrive in Kyoto, they are just good enough to eat. Even if some are rotten, they are not too rotten.

We can develop this aspect ourselves.

"Ma'am, you really flatter them."

Li Duanji didn't think these were profitable. They were dry and delicious. After a few bites, he lost interest. He was not very optimistic about the prospects.

Li Duanjie guessed that the lady was kind-hearted and was fabricated by the couple. Perhaps she was moved by the truth and wanted to help that person.

"Just do as I say. If 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 when women gather together, they have dried fruits and snacks, while men have a stack of peanuts, a plate of thinly sliced ​​meat sauce, and a bottle of wine. They chat and liven up the atmosphere.

"Just now, Chunmei has finished a pack."

Afraid that Li Duanji would not be interested, Li Haitang had something to say.

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

She worked as a servant in Zhuangzi and had two to three hundred coins a month, including food, accommodation, clothing, and money from the master's family. She could save all the money she had, and occasionally got a small reward.

Ten cents a bag was not much, but Chunmei could afford it. Even before she got married, she would often go out to buy when she met a shopkeeper who came to pick out goods.

There is no burden on the family, her parents and brother don't need her to pay, so she has no pressure.

"Madam is right, I can even afford it, let alone the ladies from wealthy families. How can they resist seeing fresh food?"

Rich people like to compete. When the time comes, they will be packaged in exquisite boxes, whole pieces, beautifully packaged, and for a few taels of silver, people will buy them.

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

"Chunmei is right."

Li Haitang was thoughtful. Since Chunmei had such an idea, he asked Chunmei to follow up and Li Duanjie stood aside.

"Ah?" Li Duanzu was dumbfounded, wasn't it? He just said it casually and his wife cut off his job? Unexpectedly, he couldn't say anything else, he could only accept it humbly, thinking that he would have to work harder in the future, otherwise Chunmei would become the manager in the future, and his family would be in trouble.

The Lord's position was in jeopardy.

Li Haitang wants this result. Who says there is no competition between husband and wife? She knows how to make good use of people and better mobilize their enthusiasm.

After this matter was settled, the group of soldiers divided into two groups and were about to go to the carriage.

"Madam, be careful!"

Sensing the danger around him, Xiao Lingchuan immediately protected his wife in his arms and stepped back, while Li Haitang also turned around flexibly.

She dodged, but Xiangli beside her didn't. She watched helplessly as a girl with a beautiful face had blood coming from the corner of her mouth, and then her nostrils, ears, and the girl fell on her body.

"ah!"

Xiangli screamed and stepped back. The girl fell to the ground, her eyes wide open, and she refused to close her eyes!

"Oh no, someone is dead!"

In the dark night, the lights are bright, shining like day.

The girl's death was miserable, and there were timid girls and women around me who began to sob softly.

Then, someone else fell down. In an instant, seven or eight people fell down, including old men and small children.

"It's Chinese New Year, why are people dying? It looks like they were poisoned!"

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

"It's incredible!"

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

"Do you know them?"

Some nefarious people asked, especially that little kid, who was only two or three years old. Who was the murderer?

"They live in the same alley as my house, so they are neighbors. Moreover, they are all a big family!"

The man's legs were trembling with fear. Someone had just been poisoned and died. They were all wondering if someone had poisoned the wedding cake, but they immediately denied it. The wedding cake of a century-old brand has a red mark on the bottom. It is impossible to poison it and damage its own sign. Besides, the rest of the people are fine, only this family has fallen.