Chapter 212 Who splashed the cow dung!

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Chapter 212 Who splashed the cow dung!

After lunch, Su Wangqin and Gu Chunzhu went to He Laosan's house together to get back the bamboo shoots he dug up, and paid him the money from selling the bamboo shoots yesterday. Selling it in the town counted as six cents a pound, but He Laosan was only willing to charge five cents a pound.

He had planed seven bamboo shoots at home, and Mr. He had more than a few days yesterday and early this morning, and he had planed fifteen bamboo shoots, which added up to a basket full of them.

They also brought some ready-made firewood from home to the town, and the couple returned to their house in the town.

Which wicked ghost did it! Gu Chunzhu stood at the door of the house and saw piles of cow dung that had been smashed at the door. People gag.

Which skin monkey did it? Su Wangqin also wrinkled his nose and pulled Gu Chunzhu aside.

Whose child doesn't know how to play with mud and shit! Gu Chunzhu breathed in the fresh air next to him, his chest kept heaving and heaving, thinking that it was her who poured other people's excrement and urine. Is pissed off.

But no one knew that she had moved to the town. She thought about it and went to Luo Xinlan's house without a clue. Su Wangqin went to the next door and borrowed a shovel to pick up the dirt.

Sister-in-law, did you see someone coming over in the backyard? I'm so pissed off, the cow dung is all over the door. Gu Chunzhu went into Luo Xinlan's front yard, sat down and patted the table heavily with a bang , An An, who was about to stick up, was stunned.

However, she was shocked and still got into Gu Chunzhu's arms, and called out sweetly, Mother!

Holding this little dumpling in his arms, Gu Chunzhu's anger subsided a lot.

I didn't hear any sound, what the hell is going on! Luo Xinlan also frowned and pondered, the needle under her hand was so skilled that she could drop it without much staring.

Gu Chunzhu put his arms around An An, thinking that fortunately, he has a good habit of securing locks, or else the cow dung would have been spilled into his house, and he would have to be hammered when he was caught!

Mother is not angry. Sister Yingzi's mother, An An, ate delicious food, including eggs and meat. An An's little hand touched Gu Chunzhu's chest, trying to calm her down, while telling Gu Chunzhu that Luo Xinlan treats her well.

Luo Xinlan looked at An An's clever look, then gave her another look with joy, and said with admiration, What a lovely little girl. Her praise was exchanged for An An's hee hee laughter.

Thinking of the winter bamboo shoots for Luo Xinlan, Gu Chunzhu hugged An An and went back to get them.

When he was about to reach the door, An An covered her little nose and put it on Gu Chunzhu's shoulder to hold her breath, It stinks, it stinks even more than the poop of the little male and the female. Chickens get names.

Gu Chunzhu saw that Su Wangqin had shoveled cow dung into a pile at the door, and was wiping the door with a cloth.

Wang brother has worked hard for you. Gu Chunzhu gritted his teeth and cursed the man who poured cow dung on the eighteenth generation of his ancestors. She took two fat bamboo shoots from the basket and held them in her hands, and it was a bit difficult to hold An An again. .

Seeing that her mother couldn't hold her anymore, An An obediently swayed her little feet and walked down the ground by herself.

Gu Chunzhu held the little guy's hand and hugged the bamboo shoots more easily, only to hear the little guy say, The house is stinky, ask Sister Yingzi's mother for another one.

Some flowers, fragrant!

This is a good idea, Gu Chunzhu touched her little head, An An is so smart, let's exchange some bamboo shoots for some flowers, and put a little on An An's clothes, so that's a sweet An An.

Okay, okay, be a sweet An'an, not a stinky An'an. An'an smiled with a mouthful of millet teeth.

Gu Chunzhu gave Luo Xinlan two winter bamboo shoots, and took two sachets from her. The smell of gardenia was so strong that it could not hide the smell of cow dung.

When Gu Chunzhu hung the sachet on the door, she realized her mistake.

The cow dung is mixed with the fragrance of gardenias or the smell of cow dung that cannot be swayed in the gardenias. This smell is really, vomit--

The only fortunate thing is that after closing the courtyard door, you can't smell the smell in the house.

Su Wangqin was busy beating the bed, and the basic structure of the bed had been figured out. He was polishing the bed with sandpaper so that he would not be pricked by the burrs of the bed when he fell asleep.

Brother Wang, look at the child, I'll take the winter bamboo shoots to see the auntie in Baozipu. Gu Chunzhu is ready to set up a stall tomorrow, and it's better to go to the auntie's place to have a look if you are idle today.

Su Wangqin nodded, the two children were also busy, each playing their own way.

Arriving at Baozipu, the aunt of Baozipu was washing the steamer, and when she saw Gu Chunzhu's shoes suddenly looking up, the lines on the corner of her eyes were squeezed out, Little sister-in-law, are there any river prawns?

She looked at Gu Chunzhu carrying a basket on her back, and she didn't look like she was here to buy buns.

It's still early, there is still thin ice in the river, but I brought something next to me. Gu Chunzhu put down the back basket and took out the winter bamboo shoots in it and shook it in his hands.

Oh, it's winter bamboo shoots. The yellow mud on this root is not dry yet, so it looks fresh. Mrs. Baozipu took the bamboo shoots from Gu Chunzhu's hand and looked at it.

Ma'am, I don't lie to you. If you add some minced bamboo shoots in this bun, it will be delicious. The Qingming dumplings in the south are filled with bamboo shoots and dried tofu, and some diced pork. It's delicious!

Gu Chunzhu described the buns to Mrs. Baozipu. The Qingming dumplings he had eaten in his previous life did not know if Min Chao had them. Anyway, adding bamboo shoots was really good.

I believe you, last time you said that the added river prawns taste good, and the taste is really good. The aunt weighed the bamboo shoots. Seeing that the bamboo shoots were also a pound smaller, she asked, How do you sell them?

It sells six cents a pound on the street. Gu Chunzhu only said that, giving the aunt some room to bargain.

Then you can sell me five cents a pound. Tomorrow I will make a drawer of buns for sale. If the business is good, you can send it to me every day. Any crooked bamboo shoots will do, as long as they are fresh and undamaged. . What the aunt said was also reasonable.

Gu Chunzhu agreed, and asked her to pick the basket of winter bamboo shoots today.

The auntie of Baozipu chose six and planned to eat one at home, one for each of her two sons, and one for her daughter, leaving two bamboo shoots as stuffing for the steamed buns.

The winter bamboo shoots were not big, and the six bamboo shoots weighed five pounds. Gu Chunzhu was satisfied with the twenty-five cents and went home.

When he got home, he smelled the lingering stench of cow dung in the gardenia flowers, Gu Chunzhu covered his mouth and nose, and hurried into the house, only to see An An standing in the yard with a doll with a blank expression on his face.

What's wrong with An An? Gu Chunzhu was not used to seeing this lively little guy who didn't hug him.

An'an's radish-like fingers pointed to the wall across from it, and shrank her shoulders in fear, quarrel, there are bad guys!

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