Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old

Liu Guixia was so amused that she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let’s not go that far. As long as we can make some money, it’s fine. If you can really buy a shop in town, then our ancestors will really be rolling in their graves.”.

“They already are!” Xue Sifu laughed, “Xue Yan and Jiang Yue’s moonbelly mushrooms were sold for 600 silver. 600 silver is enough to buy a very good shop in town.”

“Yes, yes. You’re absolutely right.” Liu Guixia couldn’t stop smiling. “Then I’ll be waiting too, work hard.”

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“Alright, let’s all wait together.” Xue Sifu himself laughed.

“What are you all waiting for? Let this old man in on the fun too.” At this moment, Xue Da walked into the courtyard with his walking stick. He was in a good mood and was full of smiles.

“Grandpa!”

“Father.” Liu Guixia also stood up and said with a smile, “Sifu is reaching for the stars. He said that he would buy a shop in town to sell rice noodles sooner or later, and not set up a stall in town.”

“It’s good to work toward something.” Xue Da’s face was full of smiles. “Sifu wants to improve his life. This is a good thing.” Then, he noticed the rice noodles still hanging on the bamboo pole. “So it looks like this before it’s fried. I ate the ones you sent. They’re delicious.”

Liu Guixia smiled. “When it’s dried, we’ll send more over for the rest. Father, if you like it, you can ask Yang to make it for you. Don’t be reluctant. In the future, our family will be doing this business for a long time. We won’t be lacking in food soon.”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Xue Da was even happier. He looked at Jiang Yue and patted her on the head. “Our Jiang Yue is…” He sighed and then smiled at Liu Guixia and the rest. “You guys are the lucky ones. The heavens have given you Xue Yan and Jiang Yue.”

“Yes, yes.” For some reason, Liu Guixia and the others had tears in their eyes while they were smiling.

Xue Yan and Jiang Yue just stared at Liu Guixia and the others in a daze, as if they understood, but also didn’t.

“What are you doing?” Xue Da looked at the gray cloth, needle, and thread in Liu Guixia’s hands.

Liu Guixia immediately answered with a smile, “It’s for publicity. Later, Xue Yan will be writing the shop name. Sifu said it’ll be called Xue’s Rice Noodles.”

“Xue’s Rice Noodles? Good! Good!” Xue Da thumped his walking stick twice. He was excited and happy. His children’s and grandchildren’s lives were significantly improving, and they were becoming more and more promising. They were going to set up a stall in town to sell rice noodles. How could he not be happy and excited?

After Liu Guixia finished sewing the banner, Xue Yan ground the ink and was about to write on it.

Xue Sifu laid the banner on Xue Yan’s desk, and together with Xue Wufu, pressed the four corners of the banner, waiting for Xue Yan to write Xue’s Rice Noodles on it.

Jiang Yue stood on a small bench and watched.

After waiting for a while, Xue Yan was still grinding the ink. Xue Wufu, who had no patience at all, immediately asked, “Xue Yan, how much longer do you need to grind it? My hands are tired.”

“The ink has to be ground evenly, we can’t rush it.” Xue Yan said.

Xue Erfu walked in and knocked Xue Wufu on the head. “No one asked you to do it right now. You’re the one who’s anxious.”

Xue Wufu wasn’t angry after being hit. Instead, he laughed. “That’s why Xue Yan went to school. I can’t sit in class and listen to the teacher. I’ll go crazy.”