If Zhou Shuilian hadn't mentioned it suddenly, Mu Xiu would have long forgotten that there was such a family. Although he had long since been rehabilitated, the old Fangtou family lived a very low-key life and was easily overlooked.

Mu Xiu walked to a dilapidated yard and stopped. There were three rooms outside the yard. The ground floor was built with stones for nearly 1 meter. There was a mud wall on it. The stones were a little black and the muddy walls were mottled. Most of the red color fell on the wall. You could barely see the outline of the two words "criticism", as if you were telling all the sufferings of the past.

This is Lao Fangtou's home. On weekdays, the villagers open the door or cover it up easily. Only his home is locked from morning to night.

"Baopao" Mu Xiu knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a movement inside, and an old voice asked, "Who is it?"

"Uncle Fang, I am Mu Xiu, the daughter of Mu Shui's family." Mu Xiu replied.

After waiting for a while, the door creaked and opened from the inside. An old face stretched out from the door, and a somewhat turbid eyes looked up and down at Mu Xiu.

"Hello, Mr. Fang." Mu Xiu greeted.

"It's Mushui's daughter, why, what's wrong?" Lao Fangtou asked vigilantly. After all, almost no one came to him on weekdays.

Lao Fangtou's son has returned to the county town to continue working as a teacher after he has been rehabilitated. Lao Fangtou and his wife stayed and were unwilling to go to the county.

"Uncle Fang, I want to buy some jars." Mu Xiu replied.

"If you don't do it, you won't do it any longer." Lao Fangtou shook his hand hurriedly.

"Mr. Fang, don't worry. Now that the policy is open, you can do small business. You can continue to do your old business."

"Really?" Lao Fangtou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course, I just came back from the county town, where someone had already opened a hotel, a tailor shop, and a grocery store. If you don't believe it, wait until your son comes back, and you will know if what I'm telling is the truth."

"Old man?" Aunt Fang looked at Lao Fang's door and spoke at the door. She couldn't help but shout, seeing what was going on.

"Little girl, go into the house first." Old Fangtou heard Aunt Fang's inquiry, and he turned his head and let Mu Xiu enter the door first.

As soon as Lao Fangtou's house entered the door, there was the kitchen on the left, the house on the right was tightly closed, and the main room was in the middle. When he walked into the main room, he only saw a table and a few chairs inside, which was very simple. It can be seen that Lao Fangtou's house lived a very simple life.

"Mu Xiu, right? There are some ready-made earthen jars at home. If you want them, take them away. This is what I do on weekdays and is not worth much money. Don't say whether I buy or not, just use it." Lao Fangtou naturally would not believe Mu Xiu's words easily. After all, after having experienced so many things, he has also developed the habit of being cautious.

"Uncle Fang, then I'll use your jar first. When you find out with Teacher Fang, I will make up for the money this time when I come again." Mu Xiu knew Old Fangtou's thoughts and said understandingly.

"It's all from the villagers, and it's not a rare thing, so you don't have to be so polite." Lao Fangtou waved his hand.

Mu Xiu picked more than a dozen large jars in the house, and finally pushed them back with the cart from Lao Fangtou's house. Looking at Mu Xiu's departure, Aunt Fang, who had been silent in the house, walked out and asked in a worried tone: "Old man, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it just a few jars and I'm confiscating the money. Can't I give it to someone?" Lao Fangtou's voice was a little sad. This was his ancestral craft, not a shameful business. He had been full of energy before, but why did he become so timid now!

Aunt Fang looked at Lao Fangtou, sighed, and then went to close the door again.

When Mu Xiu returned home, Zhou Shuilian was cooking lunch. When she saw Mu Xiu pushing such a cart of jars, she quickly came out to help.

"Can you use up such many jars? How much does these jars cost?" Zhou Shuilian nagged while moving jars into the kitchen.

"I didn't ask for money. I'll give it to you next time. Uncle Sun ordered a lot of pickles, and these jars were just enough." Mu Xiutui was sweating all over the way.

Zhou Shuilian heard Mu Xiu say Uncle Sun, but she didn't care, so she didn't expect that Uncle Sun was Sun Xingfu, who was mentioned by Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu didn't explain too much, otherwise according to his parents' personality, he might think that Sun Xingfu couldn't help the villagers, so he helped them, and then he had to think randomly.

"It's noon, why haven't the grass come back yet?" Zhou Shuilian looked at the sky and glanced outward.

As a result, when I saw two figures shaking towards this side.

"Yo, Xiu, your sister is back!" Zhou Shuilian said as she met her, and Mu Xiu followed her closely.

"Hey, mom, where did you cut bamboo shoots before? Why did I go to the mountain? I have only cut such a basket after searching for this morning." Mu Xiaocao took Li Pan to the mountain to find winter bamboo shoots. It was strange. After searching on the mountain for a long time, he only cut such a basket of bamboo shoots.

"The bamboo shoots on the ground were cut by your father." A few days ago, for Mu Xiu to make pickles, Mu Shui went to chop bamboo shoots whenever he had free time all day long. Most of the wild bamboo shoots had been cut back by Mu Shui.

After hearing Mu Xiaocao's complaint, Mu Xiu couldn't help but stretched out her tongue. The bamboo shoots on the mountain could not be found... It was also her credit. Whenever she had time, she would sway at the foot of the mountain to find food. The wild bamboo shoots were all put away by her and hid in the space...

"It's okay, if there is no, there will be nothing. These bamboo shoots are enough. After sending them to the county town this time, we will make them when the bamboo shoots grow again!" Mu Xiu comforted Mu Xiaocao.

After a simple lunch, Mu Xiu started pickling sour bamboo shoots. Twenty kilograms of soaked bamboo shoots sounded quite a lot, but in fact they were filled in just a jar. When this batch of sour bamboo shoots was finished, they could only wait for the spring next year.

Mu Xiu was confident that the pickles she made could be sold well. This time she found Lao Fangtou because she planned to make her own unique packaging.

Mu Xiu himself can also make various pickles, but the conditions at the beginning did not allow it, so he used the ready-made pickles in the space. Now that he had money in his hand, Mu Xiu was ready to make it himself.

After all, the pickles in the space will last the day, and what she made herself will never be used up. What's more, what Mu Xiu made is no worse than the instant food packaging in the space.
Chapter completed!