The End of the World: I rely on space farming to support my husband

Chapter 58 Go to the city to find Wang Xi
"Brother Lin, I said that you don't need to report to me everything about these things, you can make up your own mind."

"That's impossible. There is no husband in the village who takes things for other people without explaining to his wife." Zhang Zelin said while eating a piece of pastry.

Hearing what he said, Fang Qing wondered why it was so difficult to change this concept.

Zhang Zelin saw that the two clay pots left at home were full of fried mushrooms, and the wife-owner brought back another basket today. "My wife, I don't have any earthenware pots for mushrooms at home. Where do I put these mushrooms after they are fried?"

Fang Qing knew that there were no extra clay pots at home, so she planned to go to the city tomorrow to buy a few more jars. She went to the bamboo forest today and found that the bamboo shoots were fresh. She wanted to pick some bamboo shoots and pickle them.

"I'll fry it tonight, and I'll go to the city tomorrow morning to buy some more pots and come back."

Zhang Zelin couldn't help drooling when he thought of the fish soup his wife made that day. "My wife, how about you go to the city tomorrow and buy two fish?"

"Okay, I'm going to find Wang Xi tomorrow and bring it back for you." After Fang Qing and Fu Lang finished speaking, they accelerated the speed of cleaning the fungus.

Fang Qing got up the next day, prepared breakfast for Fu Lang, and went to the city.

When Zhang Zelin woke up and saw the breakfast on the table, he was both happy and sad. There were only him and his wife at home. Because of his inconvenient health, the wife was doing all the work at home during this time.

Fang Qing went to the grocery store in the city, ordered five large clay pots and six small clay pots, and bought some oil bags. She planned to use these oil bags to store dried bamboo shoots...

Wang Xi, who sells fish here, is planning to go to Zhangjia Village sometime. She just sent away a customer who came to buy fish when she saw Fang Qing walking over.

"Miss Fang, what time did I go to Zhangjia Village to look for you, and you came here."

Fang Qing glanced at the fish in her tub: "I'm here to buy some things in the city, and I'll come over and tell you to get your fry ready, and I'll bring them back in two days."

Wang Xi heard that she was finally coming to pick up the fry, and said with a smile, "Miss Fang, I've already prepared the fry for you, so I'm waiting for you to get it?"

"Oh! Ready so soon?"

"When I went fishing, I saw small fish and brought them back."

Fang Qing thought for a while: "How about I come over tomorrow morning?"

"No problem, I'll wait for you at home in the morning."

After Fang Qing finished talking with her, he asked her to pick two fish. "Wang Xi, pick two fish for me."

When Wang Xi heard that Fang Qing wanted to buy fish, Ma Liu brought him two big ones.

Fang Qing handed her one, two or thirty Wen after she took the fish.

Wang Xi took one or two from Fang Qing. "Miss Fang, I will take the money for the fish fry and you will keep the rest."

Seeing that she only took one or two, Fang Qing gave her the thirty Wen again. "Don't be so polite to me. It's not easy for you to do small business. There's no reason not to accept cash."

"Miss Fang, take this fish as a gift from me!"

"No, you take the money and buy some food for the children." Fang Qing stuffed the money into her hand, turned around and drove away in the carriage, and said as he left: "Tomorrow I will go to Wangjia Village early to pull fish fry. "

Wang Xi looked at the people leaving and thought to himself, Miss Fang is a very nice person, unlike some people who don't want to spend money and want to get it for nothing, she often meets such customers when selling fish here.

Fang Qing drove the carriage to the cloth shop, she was going to buy a bolt of fine cotton cloth for the man in the family, saving him from having to sew the family cloth all the time.

"Miss, what kind of cloth do you want to buy?" The cloth owner asked with a smile when Fang Qing entered the shop.

"I want to buy fine cotton cloth." Fang Qing glanced at the cloth and said.

"Miss, look at this kind of cotton cloth."

Fang Qing looked at the cloth that the boss took out, and she reached out to touch it and felt that it was still a bit thick.

"Boss, do you have cloth for sewing baby clothes here?"

When the cloth boss heard Fang Qing say that it was for babies, he acted as if he had suddenly realized. "Miss, wait a minute, I'll take it out here for you."

Fang Qing saw the boss take out a few bolts of fine cotton cloth, she stretched out her hand to feel it, and felt that it was just like this, but the feeling of holding these bolts of cloth in her hand was different.

"Boss, how do you sell this cloth?" Fang Qing decided to buy two more to go home. What if the husband doesn't have enough cloth for the quilt?
"Miss, this muslin cloth is a fine cloth, and the price of this cloth is six taels of silver."

"Boss, if I buy two horses, can it be cheaper?"

"Here!" The owner of the cloth shop heard that Fang Qing bought two bolts of cloth, pretending to ponder for a long time before saying, "Miss buy two bolts, how about I give you five taels of silver?"

Fang Qing regretted not bringing her husband to buy it, she was really not very good at bargaining, and finally she bargained with the boss and bought it at a price of two taels.

The cloth owner took the four taels of silver from Fang Qing, and she took out a pile of thread from under the counter. "Miss, this is the colored thread I gave you."

Looking at the pile of colored threads, Fang Qing thought that Fu Lang might like it, so she said to the boss, "Thank you!"

After she came out of the cloth shop, she felt that there was nothing missing at home, so she drove the carriage back to the village, and she went back to the entrance of the village to meet the young lady who came to bring her pots.

The second young lady came to deliver goods to her last time, and now seeing Fang Qing greet her with a smile.

"Miss Fang, the little one is here for you."

"Should I trouble the second sister to come?" Fang Qing talked to her while leading her to the house in a carriage.

Seeing that his wife had bought so many clay pots, Zhang Zelin walked over to Fang Qing after the second sister left.

"My wife, how did you buy it? There are so many clay pots back."

"Brother Lin, I passed by the bamboo forest yesterday, and saw that the bamboo shoots in the forest were growing so big, I thought about digging some bamboo shoots and eating them." Fang Qing moved the clay pot to the yard, and told him what Fu Lang said.

Zhang Zelin frowned slightly when he heard what his wife said. Why would the wife want to dig bamboo shoots and eat them? He also went to dig bamboo shoots and eat them when there was no food in their house before. The things were too bitter.

"My wife, that food is not tasty."

After Fang Qing moved a few clay pots, Fu Lang frowned and said that the bamboo shoots were not tasty.

"Brother Lin, when you fry the bamboo shoots, don't you just fry them without dropping the water?"

"Of course, fry it directly! Do you still need to cook it?" Zhang Zelin was surprised that the wife said that the bamboo shoots need to be drained, and the people in the village dig them up and fry them directly.

"I'll dig it out in a few days and make it for you to eat. Let's see if it's different from what you've cooked before." After listening to Fu Lang's words, Fang Qing guessed that there are few recipes in this world, so he can only simply stir-fry and eat with rice. , but the people here are really strange. This world already has peppers and some seasonings, but they don't seem to know how to use these seasonings to cook. It's really a contradictory world.

"Brother Lin, how about these two pieces of cloth?" After Fang Qing and Fu Lang finished talking, she went to the carriage to take down the cloth and gave it to him.

Zhang Zelin saw that his wife came in with two bolts of fine cotton cloth. He took it and saw that the quality of the cotton cloth was really good. He can accept whatever price he thinks.

"My wife, you also bought colored threads." Zhang Zelin looked at the cloth and saw that there were some colored threads in the package.

"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from the cloth boss."

(End of this chapter)