Chapter 150： meet

Xiao Bowen looked left and right, and finally said: "I listen to my sister."

Mu Yangling opened his mouth wide and lost his mind for a while.

Mu Shi said immediately: "Just use this method, it doesn't matter if you have more money, Dad thinks of a way."

Shu Wanniang also said: "I'll study the supplement booklet to see if it can improve the taste. A-Ling, mother knows what you mean, but to us, nothing is more important than your brother's health. Wait for him. After taking care of his body, what can he do in the future?"

Mu Yangling suddenly lost the courage to object, but curiously asked his father, "Father, what can you think of?"

Mu Shi rubbed his daughter's hair with a big hand and said, "Don't worry about it, you just need to take care of your family. I heard that you are doing business with the little general, Mr. Fan? Then you have to be careful, don't let the little generals and the others do business together. loss."

"Where can I do business? I just help them raise rabbits. It's Fan Zijin's business." Seeing that her father didn't want to say anything, Mu Yangling didn't ask.

The next day, I took Fangzi to the street to buy ingredients. Fangzi had different meals three times a day, so I needed to buy a lot of things, some of which were not cheap.

Auntie also took out all the money she got from selling rabbits in the past few days. Mu Yangling didn't seem to panic because she had money in her purse.

And Pang Kongqing of Renxintang was very happy after knowing that the Mu family agreed to the supplement therapy, and also introduced two grocery stores to Mu Yangling. It is said that the products of these two stores are good, and dried fruits and grains can be bought in these two stores. , even better than the stuff in the serious grain shop.

Mu Yangling thought that he still had barley rice to buy, so he went to one of the grocery stores, and just after entering the door, he encountered the owner of the grocery store pushing people out, "We really don't accept this thing, not many people in our place eat this thing. ."

"Why don't you accept it? Grind it up and eat it with the grain." The man dragging a large sack had a sad face, his complexion was dark and red, because he often basked in the sun, and at first glance he knew he was an old farmer .

The boss waved his hand and said, "This thing is so loud, who wants to eat this except in the year of disaster? Hurry up and take it, I really don't accept it here." During the push, a few corn kernels fell out and fell in front of Mu Yangling.

Mu Yangling leaned down and picked it up, surprised, there was already corn at this time?

The old peasant squatted on the ground with red eyes, almost crying, he wiped his eyes and choked: "Don't you say this is a good thing? Why don't you accept it? My mother is still waiting for the money to get the medicine, old man. This is killing us, how much land we have left in order to grow this kind of thing."

The boss couldn't bear it, and he couldn't help but say: "You are all old yellow calendars, Emperor Sejong has been dead for many years, and today's sage has long forgotten those words. It's the same as before? This corn has not been planted decades ago, and it is not delicious. It is a waste of money, and the yield is not high. I really don't understand why Emperor Sejong respected it so much, and went all the way to the sea. Find."

The boss shook his head, patted the old peasant on the shoulder and said, "I pity you too, but I also have to support my family. I really can't help it. You should go to another home, maybe someone will take it." The boss turned around Only then did he see Mu Yangling, who was carrying a basket on his back, and hurriedly laughed and asked, "What did the little girl buy?"

"Barley rice."

"Hey, I just bought a batch here. It's good, and the price is still cheap. Come in and have a look."

Mu Yangling raised his foot and was about to go in. Halfway through, he turned around and saw the man sitting on the steps, blankly watching the people coming and going on the street, Mu Yangling stopped and turned to ask the boss, " Did he come out of the mountains?"

"No, no one has come out for decades. I heard that his old lady was seriously ill, and the barefoot doctor in the mountains couldn't cure it, so I thought of taking it out to see the doctor, so I brought the family's food out to pay for the medicine. It's just that everyone doesn't want that corn for free, and no one planted it decades ago."

Mu Yangling's eyes widened, "Isn't the yield of this corn very high? Why is no one planting it?"

This time it was the boss's turn to be surprised, "The yield of corn is high? The corn grown on the good ground is carefully served, and the final harvest is not as much as wheat, and it is not delicious. I really don't understand why Emperor Sejong insisted on it. Looking for this thing." The boss sighed: "History has said that this is Emperor Sejong's failure. It took so much manpower and material resources to get back a piece of useless food. It is also said that Emperor Sejong was an emperor from the very beginning. Now, he has never planted the land, so how does he know that the yield of corn will be high?"

Because he is a transmigrator, of course he knows, and he is right, corn is indeed high-yielding, at least it is very high-yielding compared to the current wheat and rice.

Mu Yangling slandered in his heart.

She bought barley rice, and when she came out, the man had already carried a sack on his back and put it on the trolley. He saw him walking to a corner and picked up a black man wrapped in a quilt and carefully placed it on the trolley.

Mu Yangling knew that it was his mother. Seeing him helplessly push the car, Mu Yangling couldn't move.

Mu Yangling didn't like eating corn. She didn't like it very much. When she was in elementary school, she even vomited when she saw polenta. When she was in high school, she couldn't understand when she saw her classmates order polenta every time they went out to eat porridge. It was so cheap and unpalatable. How come so many people like it?

Even if the polenta they were eating at that time was sticky glutinous corn, not the kind of yellow corn that was fed to pigs, she still couldn't accept it.

Because she was afraid of eating when she was a child.

The years when she was stationed at the border with her father were the hardest. She still remembered the severe drought that year, when the local people had a poor harvest, and every household could only eat yellow corn. Nursing homes give those children and the elderly, she can only follow her father to eat yellow corn.

The big corn kernels were crushed and boiled in a pot. Mu Yangling was only five years old at the time. Before dawn, he was dug up by his father and placed in front of the stove to watch the fire. He led the soldiers under him to do morning exercises. , she can only keep burning the fire, hoping to make the polenta softer, but even if it is boiled in a large pot for two hours, the polenta is still one grain at a time, and it takes a long time to chew into the mouth. Only then can she swallow it. When the corn kernels slip into her throat, there will even be a rustling throat-cutting feeling. She doesn't like it, she doesn't like it very much, but she has to eat it.

My father said that polenta is actually delicious, but this year's corn is too old, which makes it seem to cut the throat.

Mu Yangling didn't believe it at all. In her opinion, corn was unpalatable.

That year, the drought made her eat polenta for a year and a half. Since then, she has stopped eating corn. Mu Yangling feels that she still hates corn, especially when she sees another family sad because of corn. .

But it is undeniable that corn is indeed a high-yielding thing, and can do a lot of things.