Chapter 7

"You cheap whore, you... Ouch, it hurts me to death."

As soon as Qian opened his mouth, he pulled the wound on his face and showed his teeth in pain. It took her a long time to shiver and point to the door

But Jin Xiaoxiao lowered her head and sighed softly: "originally, I wanted to give you some advice to relieve your pain. Since my mother hates my daughter, my daughter is gone."

Qian frowned, red and swollen eyelids, slightly inlaid a seam: "do you have such a kind heart?"

Jin Xiaoran sat down in front of Qian and poked her face gently.

"Hiss..."

Qian immediately took a breath of cool air, tears and tears.

Jin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile. His face turned reddish, so he said calmly: "when I was young, I was stung by wild bees. My grandmother found a boy's urine and applied it to the wound with ashes from the stove. The wound healed in two days“

Then she put her face in front of Qian's: "you see, there is no scar left“

It's true that children's urine and ashes can play an anti-inflammatory and analgesic role, but it's the fingers, not the face, that Jin Xiaoxiao is stung by wild bees. Stove grass ash is gray black, applied to the affected area after a long time of pigmentation, will leave a light gray brown scar, this little gold is hidden down.

Qian, dubious, took a look at Jin Xiaoxiao, waved to the door and signaled her to leave.

Jin Xiaoxiao got up and just walked out of the door, he heard Qian endure the pain and urge Jin Dan to urinate in a strange tone.

"Poof!"

At last she couldn't help laughing.

Then, you can see Qian walking up and down the yard with a face of ashes and a smell of urine.

After this incident, king and Qian finally settled down for a few days.

These days, Jin Xiaoxiao is not idle. She cuts down all the Artemisia plants near Jin's house, washes them in the back of the yard to dry them, grinds the only half bag of bran rice into powder, stirs them into batter with honey, and steams them into grass balls.

When the pot is boiling, it is fragrant and fragrant with herbs, which lasts for a long time near Jin's home.

The seventh uncle was the first one to smell such sweet smell. He stood on tiptoe, across the wooden fence and looked at the backyard of the Jin family: "girl, what kind of delicious food are you doing?"

Jin Xiaoxiao picked up a piece of grass ball and handed it to his seventh uncle. He said with a smile, "this is grass ball. Try it."

The seventh uncle took it over, put it on his nose, smelled it, and put it into his mouth in a hurry. Zhu Bajie swallowed it like ginseng fruit. He looked up and said with a smile, "I didn't taste anything. Can I have another one for the seventh uncle?"

"You can eat more slowly, not enough."

The seventh uncle and grandfather went around the wooden fence and came to Jin Xiaoxiao's side. He opened his bow left and right in one hand and ate happily.

"Well

Approaching, he belched: "girl, what are you made of? It's fragrant and sweet."

Jin Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "in fact, it's very simple. You just need to boil Artemisia into oars and grind the rice bran into powder..."

"Well, even if you tell me, I won't do it“ The seventh uncle and grandfather came up to Jin Xiaoxiao and said with a smile, "in this way, I still have half a bag of bran rice at home. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"This..." Jin Xiaoxiao pretended to be embarrassed: "it's not impossible to promise you, but can you do me a little favor?"

"You say, you say."

Jin Xiaoxiao said: "you help me to send the rest of these grass balls to several families. If they want to eat, ask them to bring bran rice, and I'll make it for them."

"That's it?"

Jin Xiaoxiao nodded, then watched the seventh uncle take away the rest of the grass ball.

The next day, as the sky brightened, many gluttonous villagers were blocked outside the door of Jin's house. Some were holding earthen pots and some were holding cloth bags. Jin Xiaoxiao was quite satisfied with the "spokesperson" of his seventh uncle. After accepting the bran rice, he began to make grass balls.

In one noon, Jin Xiaoxiao made no less than 70 green grass balls. Except for the ones taken away by each family, she had more than 20 left. It was very pleasant for Uncle Wu to eat one. Jin Xiaoxiao turned her eyes and waved to him.

"Uncle Wu, do you take the firewood to the next village to sell every day?" Jin Xiaoxiao picked up a grass ball from the basket and handed it to him.

Uncle Wu took over the regiment and nodded: "every day."

"Good feelings, Uncle Wu. I have 26 grass balls here. Can you take them to the next village and sell them for me?"

Uncle Wu looked at the grass ball in the basket, then at Jin Xiaoxiao, and asked, "how much money can this sell?"

"One copper, one." Jin Xiaoxiao said: "I will not let you help me in vain. You and I will give you two or eight points for the money you sell. How do you feel?"

Uncle Wu pondered a little. He wanted to cut firewood and sell it. It's OK to help the girl with his feet. Maybe he could earn two coppers himself. So he nodded and agreed.

That night, Uncle Wu smashed the little hut with a stone according to the agreed signal.

Jin Xiaoxiao sneaked out: "Uncle Wu, can you sell it?"

"Girl, you are really a good craftsman. Those grass balls have been sold. This is your money." Uncle Wu settled the bill, accepted his own income, and put the rest of the copper into Jin Xiaoer's hand: "there is still a lot to eat today. You can make some more tomorrow, and I'll sell it for you."

"No hurry." With a smile, Jin Xiaoxiao put a handful of copper back into Uncle Wu's hand: "Uncle Wu, do you want to earn more money?"