Meng Qidi turned around quickly when she heard the voice. Wu Peixin was holding something in one hand and seemed to be trying to grab her with the other hand.
Meng Qidi's eyes turned cold, "What's the matter?"
When she was about to do something bad but was caught, Wu Peixin glared at Ling Cheng with disgust and said disdainfully, "Do we know each other? Country bumpkin, please make way."
Meng Qidi raised her eyebrows and glanced at the wide aisle beside her. "Oh, are people in the city so uncultured now? Do they like to bully others? It's such a wide road, do they really want me to give way?"
When Meng Qidi said this, someone couldn't help but speak up, "Comrade, what you said is wrong. She can't represent all of us city people. Don't you agree?"
"That's right. How can this comrade think that we have low character just because of her? We won't ask you to get out of the way. The road is so wide and it's not theirs."
"Yes, we are not like her."
"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing. Indeed, we can't think that everyone is like her just because of her." Meng Qidi said apologetically.
Everyone was talking at once. Wu Peixin's face turned red with anger. She hated Meng Qidi even more. She waved her hand angrily and turned away.
As soon as Wu Peixin left, Meng Qidi clasped her fists and said, "Thank you all for your support."
"That's nothing, girl. We city people are easy to talk to. She can't represent us."
"Yeah, everyone is still kind."
Coming out of the crowd, Ling Cheng let out a sigh of relief. He had a lot more things in his hands. The people in this city were too polite.
Knowing that she and her aunt were shopping, she actually gave them a lot of food. If she hadn't run fast, she would have probably given them more...
Meng Qidi took the things from her hand and said, "Let's go. We don't want to go shopping anymore."
Ling Cheng followed behind and couldn't help but sigh, "Aunt, fortunately not all city people are like that aunt."
"Well, so we can't generalize. By the way, do you know who she belongs to?"
Ling Cheng shook his head blankly.
"Your uncle Nie Zheng's mother."
Ling Cheng opened his mouth in shock, "Is Uncle Nie Zheng's mother like this? He is so pitiful, he must be unhappy."
Meng Qidi shrugged. She didn't know whether Nie Zheng was happy or not. However, that was his mother. No matter how bad it was, he had to endure it. But it was a pity for his future wife, who would probably have to endure it.
After buying almost everything, Meng Qidi and her boyfriend didn't even have lunch in the city and went back.
Of course they divided the things when they got home. They gave all the things to Wang Jinhua, and Meng Qidi carried a lot of things to Ling Hanfang's house.
In the past few years, their family has been helping to take care of the house.
"Take the things back. How can you be so mean to each other like this, family?" Wang Hexiang pushed the things to her in annoyance and refused to take them.
It's just helping to look after the house, it's not a big deal. In fact, over the past few years, thanks to Xiaoqi's mushroom growing technology, our family's life has gradually improved.
Otherwise, relying on her husband's salary of just a few dollars, the whole family would have starved to death long ago.
"If Auntie doesn't want to accept it, then I won't come again. It's not expensive, just something for children to eat and play with. I'll buy it for Tiantian."
Meng Qidi didn't give it to her and put it directly on the table, "By the way, aunt, I'm here for something important."
Wang Hexiang couldn't persuade her, so she said helplessly, "You say."
"Are mushrooms not selling well recently? Do you want to make a big buck?"
Meng Qidi pulled out a chair and sat down. Seeing Ling Tian coming in, she waved at her, "Go get me some paper and pen."
"What, what method?" Wang Hexiang was stunned. She didn't expect that she came here not mainly to deliver things.
"Making pickles, Auntie, sit down and listen to me. Have you ever thought about making pickles with mushrooms? For example, mushroom chicken sauce or mushroom pork sauce?"
"Can this be used to make sauce?" Wang Hexiang was a little hesitant. It was the first time she heard that mushrooms could be used to make sauce.
"Yes, there are many traditional pickles in Beijing that contain mushrooms. We can also make some unique ones, such as adding fried soybeans, fried peanuts, fried beef or chicken, and then adding the appropriate amount of chili..."
Meng Qidi took the paper and pen from Ling Tian and quickly wrote down the formula she had thought of on the paper...
Ling Tian, who was standing by, also watched with interest and added from time to time, "Hey, can we ask the villagers to buy the peppers? And the soybeans too."
Wang Hexiang nodded. "All of these are possible. However, not to mention the sales, even the production is a bit troublesome. We need a production room, a clean environment... First of all, the production tools need a big pot..."
Having run a mushroom business before, Wang Hexiang thought of these things when the two of them mentioned them, and she felt that Meng Qidi's ideas were more feasible.
It was two hours later when Meng Qidi came out of Ling Hanfang's house.
Wang Hexiang carried a basket of eggs and insisted on sending her home. All the way, she scolded Meng Qidi for being stubborn. Why not just join their family? This was her idea.
Meng Qidi smiled but said nothing. She came from the future world, where there were countless ways to make money. It was impossible for her to handle them all.
Moreover, since she planned to stay in Lingjia Village, she must lead the villagers to become rich and prosperous. Only when the villagers were rich, her money would not make others jealous.
She hopes that Ling Hanfang's family can expand the mushroom sauce business, and it would be best if they could buy agricultural products such as peppers and soybeans from the villagers. It would be a good idea to drive the economic development of the entire village with their own efforts.
If a lazy village like Lingjia Village could become the first village in the town or even the whole town in the future, it would probably be her greatest honor.
Of course, she hopes that Lingjia Village will become a production base for grain crops.
Well, these are all imaginations. Her current task is to finish the houses in the city first, and then focus on the village.
It is now the early 1980s. The era of earning work points by working has passed. Every household has been allocated land, but the agricultural tax is still frighteningly high...
Wang Hexiang sent Meng Qidi home and went back. However, less than an hour later, Ling Hanfang also arrived.
"Girl, how can you not use those ideas yourself and give them to us? Aren't you a traitor?" Ling Hanfang strongly disagreed with Meng Qidi's approach.
Several people in the yard looked at him suspiciously, somewhat confused...
Meng Qidi was helpless, "Don't worry, uncle, these are not easy, it's enough for you to toss, I have other ways to make money, but since you are here, it's just right for us to talk about it."
"What to talk about?" Ling Hanfang pulled out a stool and sat down. He had to admit that he was tempted by Meng Qidi's idea, but there was no reason for him to keep it all to himself.
"That's right. If you feel embarrassed, you can ask my dad to join us, and find a few trustworthy people to help make this pickle. If this mushroom sauce is good and sells well in the future, we can sell it in the town, in the county, and then across the country..."
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