Two quarters of an hour later, Xue Wenyu had already come down to Daming Mountain.

"What happened?" The person who rushed over later saw that his master was hitting the mountain and looked even more gloomy, and asked Lin Chuan in confusion.

Lin Chuan shook his head in embarrassment and said that he didn't know, because after entering the temple, his master did not let him follow him.

He guessed that it must be what the master said that made the master dislike.

Looking at the master riding his horse, everyone was very uneasy, but they were helpless, so they had to sigh and turn over and chase the horse.

In the fishing village by the sea, Tao Qingyuan looked at Mu Yingbao, who knew that Kong Lianling was nearby, but still had no reaction.

"Are you not curious about why he came?" Tao Qingyuan couldn't help asking.

"I'm curious, why don't you go and ask me for your grandfather?" Mu Yingbao said while wearing up the small shells that Brother Hui picked up.

There are things everywhere on the beach, so Mu Yingbao wanted to use this to wear the secondary door curtain.

When Brother Hui heard this, he immediately took a lot of friends back with him and washed them with well water to dry them. He also did the drilling of holes.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Tao Qingyuan looked at the calm mother and mother, got up and walked out. The emperor was really not in a hurry, the eunuch was anxious!

The little one has made a choice, but he is not in a hurry to find Luo Yi and the others, but is making some shell curtains here!

The big guy has learned that the Black Bat Gang is nearby, and he has no intention of meeting him or trying to find a way to change the place.

Tao Qingyuan thought that he had been away from the world for too long and became timid, even a little girl was inferior to a child?

"When the sea shells and the others come back, you can teach them how to do this. Do it and try to take it to the dock and sell it. Maybe some merchant will be attracted to it. It would be better if you order it with them for a long time. There are shells everywhere without money, just buy some strong strings." Mu Yingbao remembered and told.

When Brother Hui heard this, he nodded immediately in agreement. The punching rate was faster. After finishing the bucket, he went to tell Haibei and the others.

That afternoon, Mu Yingbao and his yard became a small workshop.

Not only did Haibei and the others come, but also some of their sisters and mothers come.

Although the adults were skeptical, they were surprised when they came over to see the finished product.

There are all gadgets that are worthless and no one wants. How can they be made into such a beautiful thing?

After all, people from big places have seen a lot!

The old village chief later heard about this and came over. He wanted to try any way to improve the life of villagers.

Seeing that he was coming, Mu Yingbao realized that this matter must be taken more seriously.

The old village chief and several adults came into the house and told them all the suggestions they could think of.

Mu Yingbao suggested that the old village chief be responsible for this matter.

Each company picks up shells and returns them to the home for processing, then handes the finished product to the old village chief, who finds people with business expertise and puts the things on the wharf to sell. It is definitely unpromising to sell on the wharf alone, and it is necessary to attract customers coming and going.

The advantage of unified sales is that prices can be unified, and no one who is greedy for small profits will rush to ship and reduce prices, which will affect everyone's interests.

Mu Yingbao also drew some pictures on the spot, not only can she use shells as decoration door curtains, but also can use other small ornaments to pick up on the beach.

Mu Yingbao's idea was to let the villagers in the fishing village see what it means to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on the mountains and rivers to rely on

On the third day, the old village chief came to pick Mu Yingbao up and went to the dock together.

Because on this day, Gentile merchant ships docked on the dock.

"Madam, can it work? We don't understand the words of the Gentiles. Although the translator is from our Yanguo, he is unreasonable." The old village chief said with some concern on the carriage.

A few days ago, Mu Yingbao heard that a Gentile ship was on the shore and said that he had come to set up a stall, and he began to worry.

The carriage is the kind of flatbed brought by the old village chief without a carport. Tao Qingyuan didn't have to be a coachman, and he sat in the carriage with Brother Hui.

When Brother Hui heard the old village chief’s words, he looked at his mother with some concern.

He knew that his mother understood the language of the Gentiles and could speak it, and he had been teaching him over the past few years.

However, without my mother telling him that he also learned some of the books that Gentiles—an ancient vassal states called states other than their own country. It was a general term for foreign countries, that is, different countries also had different languages.

My mother said that she knew one of them, but she didn't know if the one who came ashore today was the one that my mother understood.

"It doesn't matter. The price is too low. Isn't it over if we don't nod? The goods are ours. In our hands, they don't dare to force them to buy them no matter how arrogant they are on our territory." Mu Yingbao said indifferently.

She was not very worried. According to her knowledge over the past few days, the Gentile merchants here all had high noses, blue eyes, yellow heads, and they should be the ones they thought they were from.

After arriving at the pier, Mu Yingbao discovered that several villagers had already come to occupy the stalls early, and they should have arrived before dawn.

When he saw Mu Yingbao and his other carriages, he immediately came over and helped him carefully unload the things, and placed them on the stall according to Mu Yingbao's instructions.

There were several chairs behind the stall, which were for Mu Yingbao and others to sit on.

Mu Yingbao guessed that the villagers who came first probably went to a bun shop opposite without breakfast.

"Madam, how many do you want?" asked the boss who sells buns enthusiastically.

"How many tile do you have?" Mu Yingbao asked.

Ah? Big customer! The boss immediately told me about twenty-five or six cages.

"Then come to Sanchang. Please send the stall opposite. You have wontons at home, right? Cook a bowl for each person." Mu Yingbao turned around and ordered the number of people and said.

"Okay, I'll send the buns first, and the wontons will be waiting for a while." The boss responded happily.

Although this day is a bit special, many people come to set up stalls early and are reluctant to buy food. Most of them bring some pancakes to their own home to make their stomachs.

Unexpectedly, I met such a big customer today, and I don’t know which company he is so generous.

After Mu Yingbao paid the money, he returned to the stall and sat down.

The old village chief and the others just watched her go to the shop where she bought buns, thinking she was going to have breakfast.

They did bring breakfast, one person, two mixed grain cakes, and made white flour steamed buns and a few boiled eggs for Mu Yingbao and the other two. Isn’t it time to take them out?

Seeing that she paid, but came back empty-handed, everyone thought the bun was not cooked yet.

"Uncle, I'll just say I'll make steamed buns. Let's treat them to buns. We can't take out the food for the three of us." Haibei's father whispered to the old village chief.

The old village chief also regretted it, and felt that he was not considerate enough and too stingy.

They are helping them find ways to make money, so why can’t they even accept the buns?

I was too slow to react just now, otherwise I would have rushed to pay with me!

The old village chief was blaming himself when he met Haibei's father in front of him looked in disbelief.
Chapter completed!