"A place that can store things, what's it called? Qiankun bag. You can't see it, but I can." As he said that, he picked up the branches on the ground and put them into the space. Zhao Dashu was stunned.
He swallowed and said, "Girl, is this a spell?"
"No, he said, it can only be used to store things, but the things inside will not go bad. No matter what you put it in, it will remain the same as it was when you took it out, no matter how long it has been. In other words, if you put a bowl of hot porridge in, you will still have a bowl of hot porridge when you take it out a month later." As he said that, he took out another branch.
Zhao Dashu’s eyes almost popped out. Was it possible that his daughter would go to heaven and become a god in the future?
What good deeds did he do in his previous life to have a fairy daughter!
"Dad, why did the gods give me this thing?"
Zhao Dashu thought and thought, racking his brains. Suddenly, his face turned pale and beads of sweat kept dripping down. "My girl, is there going to be a famine? The immortal was afraid that you would starve, so he gave you a treasure in advance and asked you to stock up on food."
The corner of Zhao Xiaoyu's mouth twitched. You have a really broad imagination and are really good at thinking!
"It's possible, Dad, you're so smart!"
"Then we have to store food."
"I think the weather is pretty good today, and there won't be any natural disasters for the time being. Dad, the golden paste and jade dew sauce we made can't be preserved for too long, how about putting it in my Qiankun bag? Let's make more, as much as possible before He Hulu dies, so that we can sell it for more silver in the future."
"Okay, I'll listen to you and make more. We have a place to put them, so what's there to be afraid of?" Zhao Dashu thought for a while, "Girl, how much can you put in that bag?"
"It's about the size of a room." I don't know if it can be upgraded. After all, a twenty-foot-tall is not too big, but not too small either. Upgrade, how to upgrade? No explanation is given.
"Oh, it's quite big." Zhao Dashu was calculating how much grain he could put in and how much silver it would cost. With food in hand, he would not be in a hurry, but the problem now was that he had no money, so...
Making money is urgent!
"Girl, is there any other way to make money?" Zhao Laosan, who has always been lazy, now wants to work hard and earn money more than ever before.
"Let's grab the gourd first, there's no rush."
How come he is not anxious anymore? He is extremely anxious.
Zhao Dashu had something on his mind, so he quickened his pace on the way back home. When he got back, he went to catch river gourds.
After returning home, he put down the backpack, asked Song to scald and dry all the jars, and then hurried out with the backpack on his back.
"What's wrong with your father? Are the river gourds selling well?" He was in such a hurry that he didn't even want to drink a bowl of water.
"He probably really wants to make money right now."
Song was puzzled. What did this mean?
After a while, Zhao Dashu came back carrying a large basket of river gourds, and Zhao Xiaoyu and her mother and daughter started to get busy.
One basket, two baskets, three baskets...
Zhao Dashu seemed to have divined something, as he carried nine large baskets of river gourds in just one afternoon.
"Dad, you caught so many, we can't pick them all." Looking at Zhao Dashu who was squatting by the well washing crabs, Zhao Xiaoyu said helplessly.
It's like he's been injected with chicken blood, he's in better spirits than her. If he had the space, he would probably fill it up even if he didn't sleep at night.
"Don't you have a Qiankun bag? Put them in your bag and dig them slowly when you have time. River gourds are only available for a while and will be gone soon. After we have dug them up in our village, I will go to other villages to pick them up. Anyway, this thing is everywhere and no one wants it.
Zhao Xiaoyu gave him a thumbs up and said, "Dad, have you ever thought about what to do if you can't sell it? Lard costs money, and the jars also cost money."
Zhao Dashu: ...
"Bah, bah, bah, bad things don't work but good things do! You stupid girl, can't you just hope for something good for our family!" Zhao Dashu was so angry that his waist was almost broken from picking up things all afternoon. Now he was told that he couldn't sell them. How could that be possible?
Led by Zhao Dashu, the family had a quick dinner and, under the light of an oil lamp, were still digging for river gourds late at night...
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