Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

After all, the soil here is not very good, so the watermelon here is also like rice, far less than the royal city, even the growth rate is much slower than the outside world. After a closer look, you can see the thin leaves, there are one small hole after another, about the size of sesame seeds, far apart, not many.

But in the eyes of strangers, there is a spectacular color. I can't imagine how many aphids there are in Yuzhou. No wonder the cultivation of Yuzhou always fails to keep up. This issue must also be addressed.

Seemed to think of something, the stranger suddenly looked back at the money that had been following her honestly, and said: "By the way, how much potato production has been in Wushen in previous years, and how does the potato taste? ”

Qian Lin is the largest grain merchant and the richest of the Wushan generation. He laughed at this nature with great clarity. "Back to the Queen, Wushan's main food is rice. The potatoes are only eaten by the poor. The yield is not high. The taste is far less sweet than that of the Imperial City. Those who can not eat are present. Naturally, they do not like to eat. ”

The stranger has a slight look on his head, staining his mirrored eyes with a few thought-provoking colors.

As can be seen from the situation of the seedlings in the land, the money should not be false.

The potato yield and taste are bad, just because of the soil and aphids, she has to try to develop some deworming methods.

It was during her thoughts that her head suddenly blew out a woman's thunderous voice.

“What are you doing? Oops, I worked so hard to grow the papaya, what kind of sin was this? It was the scourge that made it look like this. ”

When the stranger looked up, she saw a woman rushing over, carefully bypassing the watermelon seedlings in the field. In no time, it was in front of her, pointing to the seedlings in front of her face, the color of flesh pain.

The woman's skin was rough and dark, she wore a coarse cloth shirt, her clothes were filled with patches, her eyes seemed to be drooling low, but from time to time she raised her eyes quietly, she looked at the flowers of strangers and the money waiter behind her, and from time to time she glanced at the jewellery between her hair and hair, as well as the jade between her waists, and the color of greed was hidden in her eyes. You can see the size of her inner dial.

But above the seedlings, apart from the small holes bitten out by aphids, the distinction is intact.

The stranger stood up and stared at the woman with indifferent eyes. “This woman, before you speak, please look clearly. I have never crossed the border, let alone touched you in the western half of the Middle East, and your seedlings distinguish between the good and the bad. ”

The woman Zhang Wang's eyeballs slipped and turned. As if she was angry, she stood up after a "rub". She stepped on the seedlings without moving her voice.

Then pointing to the fallen seedlings, he manipulated a slightly accented loud voice and said: “What good end is fine, you little girl white and clean, why are you lying with your eyes open? Look at this seedling yourself, it's not all broken. ”

Stranger Hana kept an eye on Zhang Wang's move. She couldn't help but smile when she saw her face blush and said it.

When dealing with people who are not good to her, she has always not welcomed her. Therefore, her spoken words are not polite. “Whoever reverses black and white knows his own heart. Madam, this village is full of words, lied to, but when he dies in hell, his tongue will be pulled out. ”