"Brother Su, I'll help you. Can you teach me farming?" Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Su Yu who had been busy with work, sweating profusely, and suddenly volunteered.

"No!" When Mr. Zhao heard that Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to learn how to cultivate the land with Su Yu, he almost jumped up in a hurry, and glared at him with a beard and said, "You will be my Danyin's apprentice in the future. How can you learn farming? Let me tell you where is my old face?"

"I don't, I'm going to follow Brother Su." Mu Xiaoxiao said stubbornly, regardless of Mr. Zhao's already dark face.

Su Yu smiled and rescued Mr. Zhao and said, "Xiaoxiao, no need, I'm almost ready. You go and help me put out the porridge cooked in the pot."

"Yeah, okay." Mu Xiaoxiao said happily, and immediately turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

Old Zhao's eyes kept twitching. What else was there to be more sad than his apprentice's disobedience to him, but instead kept ruthless towards outsiders. He snorted coldly at Su Yu. Now he looked at this kid, and the more he looked at him, the more he disliked him.

After walking into the house, I picked up the porridge that Mu Xiaoxiao had just served and wanted to drink...

"Master, Brother Su is still outside, and he can't eat it yet."

The weak voice made Old Zhao's face froze. His hand holding the bowl stopped in the air, took a deep breath, and sat down uneasily.

Isn’t it just a bowl of porridge? Do I care? Mr. Zhao kept thinking in his heart, but his eyes never left the bowl of porridge, and his nose sniffed from time to time.

After Su Yu entered the house, he looked at the master and apprentice who looked eager but forced to endure it. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, "You don't have to wait for me. If it's cold, it won't be better. Let's eat it quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mr. Zhao eagerly picking up the bowl and eating, without the image of Dan Sheng at all. Mu Xiaoxiao was quite reserved, but her red little face was also full of excitement.

"Brother Su, why did you cook so much porridge today?"

Touching his belly with satisfaction, Mu Xiaoxiao asked curiously, today Su Yu cooked a large pot of porridge, and no matter how delicious it was, it was not something that the three of them could finish.

Mu Xiaoxiao felt a little distressed. Is such delicious porridge going to be wasted?

"Wait, I'm going to the market quickly and sell porridge and rice!"

"What? Do you want to sell rice?!" Mr. Zhao asked in disbelief. His rice is unique to the world. It would be fine if he didn't cherish it, but he still wanted to sell it?

"Boy, I've bought it all." Zhao Laokuo said angrily. Instead of letting others waste this kind of rice, it's better to leave it to himself. The most important thing he has is money.

"Old Zhao, Da Wangshan's fame has to be achieved through this, and this rice is just the lowest-level thing. I will grow even better food in the future."

"Just those apples you planted in the morning?" Mr. Zhao was a little unbelievable. It was a blessing to have this kind of rice in the world. How could it be possible to grow something better? Could this kid be the favorite of the world, and what kind of food is delicious? This is too much.

"You will know if you try it later." Su Yu said, packing the pot, then bringing the prepared twenty kilograms of rice, and preparing to set off for the market.

"Brother Su, I'll accompany you, and I'll get the rice." Mu Xiaoxiao said.

Su Yu waved his hand, "Since you have become your teacher, you must follow Mr. Zhao well. Follow Mr. Zhao's teachings. It's enough for me to go down the mountain alone. You stay and learn from Mr. Zhao. Don't be called Dawangshan."

"I understand. Brother Su, don't worry, I will definitely study hard with the master." Mu Xiaoxiao was a little depressed and said obediently.

Su Yu's words made Mr. Zhao feel relieved. He nodded constantly with his beard, as if this kid knew the truth.

...

Two hours later, Su Yu arrived at the market, and it was still the same place. Su Yu put down the rice, raised the pot, and put some firewood under the pot.

Because he deliberately rushed early, although it was not early now, it was only nine o'clock, and people were coming and going, so lively.

"Young man, you're so young you're out to set up a stall."

Next to Su Yu's stall was an old man who sold fish. Since there were not many customers, he started chatting with Su Yu.

"Yes, uncle, I'll come out to sell some rice." Su Yu said with a smile.

The uncle frowned and reminded: "Young man, how much money can rice be worth, and if you only sell rice, it will be difficult to have business."

"It's okay, I'll try my luck."

"Okay, doing business means having you. You are not arrogant or impatient." The old man praised, looking at the pot next to Su Yu curiously and asked, "What's in your pot? It smells like a scent."

Since the porridge was just hot, the fragrance was not strong. My uncle was close to him and could only sniff the scent of the porridge.

"This is the white rice porridge I made with this rice, which sells breakfast so that others can rest assured of my rice."

"Hahaha, the young man is good and very business-minded." The eldest uncle laughed, "How much does this porridge cost? I got up early to fish, and I haven't eaten it yet. I'll give me a bowl of it when the porridge is ready!"

"No need, wait until the porridge is ready, I will treat my uncle to a bowl for free." Su Yu said. If he told the price, this uncle would definitely be scared to death.

"That's not possible! It's not easy for you, a young man, to do business at a young age. How can I take advantage of you? Besides, just a bowl of porridge, I can still afford it. Just pay for it!" said the uncle with a stern voice.

"I really don't need it, uncle..."

"Young man, if you don't accept me, you just look down on my uncle!" My uncle glared at me and said unhappy.

"Actually... I plan to sell a medium-grade spirit stone for a bowl of porridge..."

"Isn't it just one..." The uncle was stunned and looked at Su Yu, and the tone of his voice changed, "What did you say?"

"A medium-grade spirit stone, a bowl..."

The uncle's face turned red and his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. He didn't have a medium-grade spirit stone on his body now, and even if there was one, it wouldn't be used to drink a bowl of porridge!

Alas, I swear that I have lived for most of my life. I didn’t expect that Lin Lao would be misleading. This young man looked honest and didn’t expect that he was so scheming. He didn’t say anything about it. The lion spoke up so hard that he didn’t blush his face and heart would be beating. He met someone wrong, and he met someone wrong...

"Your porridge is really just white rice porridge? Have you added anything else?" The uncle's expression had already transcended the shock, and he asked in disbelief for a while.

"It's really just white rice porridge." Su Yu shook his head, "Uncle, you really don't need to..."

"You don't need to say anything, don't call me uncle. We just pretend that we have never met, let alone talk!" Uncle snorted, retreated back to his stall, his face turned a little red. After all, he just swears that he has to pay, but he actually made such a big mistake.
Chapter completed!