Looking at the boy who continued to get things, Hua Jin's eyes brightened, Luo Song... Hua Jin wouldn't mind saving a few more people like Luo Song if possible.
There were so many things, even if she didn't take anything out from the space, it would be enough for her family to eat for a long time.
As for holding other people's things?
Hua Jin said that she was overthinking it. Although the family's previous income of several thousand taels was indeed a blessing to Luo Song, returning one code to one code was a loss of money and goods, and it was not worth mentioning with Luo Sen's life.
If Luo Song really came here empty-handed, Hua Jin would have to think more.
The second brother Hua was also shocked by the things on the ground, and once again refreshed his understanding of his eldest brother's classmate.
In short...looking at the bag of grain and various kinds of meat...it's really too generous.
Only Hua Chengtian had a headache. He knew that Luo Song had brought something, but he didn't expect that there were so many things.
Even though I had a headache, I still had to help the frightened boy move things into the house.
Although his understanding of Luo Song was limited, he still knew that the things this child brought here would not be taken away again.
I can only...give more gifts in return when I leave.
After thinking about it, Hua Chengtian's pretentiousness disappeared, and it took some effort with his son and servant to move everything in the yard into the main room.
The old man and the old woman in the house saw another room full of things, and couldn't help but look at Luo Song in anger.
"How come you got so many things just because you came here?"
"Grandpa Hua and Grandma Hua don't have much. These are all things from my own shop and cost nothing." Luo song said with a smile, pulling the old man Hua who refused to let him go to help, to sit down again.
"And not only is it not much, I also want to thank you." Seeing Uncle Hua sitting in the room, Luo Song continued.
"Thank you?" Old Man Hua was a little confused about what Luo Song meant.
Hua Yun'ao also looked at her friend inquiringly.
Didn’t you already thank Dad for saving your life last time?
Is there anything else to be grateful for?
Except for Xiao Si, who only had food in his eyes, this sentence made all the Hua family's eyes focus on Luo Song.
Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, Luo Song was inexplicably a little nervous.
"It's Xue Yan," he said quickly. "Xue Yan has been very helpful to our Luo family. It can't be measured by money." Luo Song had gratitude in his eyes.
The appearance of Xueyan allowed the Luo family to truly gain a foothold in the city. It also gained the strength to compete with that man, and also obtained the right to buy and sell the entire Lingzhou Xueyan. The most important thing was that the Luo family took out Xueyan. The formula for purifying salt has caught the attention of Mr. Zhou Mu. From now on, you no longer have to worry about someone using it in a sinister way.
A cold glint flashed in Luo Song's eyes, but for a brief moment, when facing Xianghua's family, it was Luo Song who was the gentle and caring person again.
"Then we can't take so many things. I'll move all your shops here." After seeing so many things, the old man felt a little distressed. This kid really doesn't know how expensive food, rice, oil and salt are.
Snow salt... is indeed not something that can be measured by winning money.
It seems that the Luo family should benefit a lot from the snow salt, and the old man did not miss the gratitude in Luo Song's eyes.
Luo Song saw the distress in Old Man Hua's eyes clearly, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He said seriously: "How can it be possible, that is, it looks like a lot, but in fact there is nothing. One is because of the snow and salt, and the other is because the New Year is approaching. There are also festivals.”
"We can't do this again next time." I knew it was because the old man Xue Yanhua had made up his mind. He glanced at Luo Song and didn't say any more words of refusal.
Seriously speaking, compared with the value of snow salt, these things brought are really not much.
"Hmm, next time I will only bring one mouth. Just don't dislike it, Grandpa Hua."
"That's great." Old Man Hua smiled.
"Okay, okay, it's good to know. From now on, you will treat this place as home and go home. How can you be so polite?" Seeing the old man smile, the old woman also said something.
"Yeah," Luo Song nodded. He especially liked Grandma Hua, who always had a smile on her face. She was very gentle and made people want to get close to her.
Hua Jin on the side was not surprised by this result. His elder brother and younger brother may not understand the value that snow salt can bring, but Hua Jin knew it.
It can be said to be honest. Although Luo Song is a businessman, he is not too treacherous and is a person who can be dealt with.
Hua Jin's impression of Luo Song became even better.
The eldest brother has a good eye.
The topic was ignored, and after talking and laughing for a while, Luo Song followed Hua Yun'ao to his room.
Mrs. Hua and Mrs. Qi, you went to the kitchen and started to get busy.
If you don't care about anything else, just think that after bringing so many things, you should entertain the guests well.
Fortunately, there are still a lot of things Luo Song brought last time, especially the meat, which is piled one by one, and the chickens, ducks and geese, which are piled in piles. There is no shortage of things to entertain guests.
The chickens in the backyard of the house managed to save their lives.
The lunch was very rich and the table was full. The happiest thing was Xiao Si, a pure foodie.
After the meal, Luo Song originally wanted to leave, but Hua Yun'ao pulled him into the room to study.
The look on Luo Song's face when he was taken away was indescribable. To be honest, anyone could tell that Luo Song had no interest in studying knowledge, but Hua Yun'ao was blind because of selective blindness, and Hua's family pretended not to notice.
Hua Yun'ao likes to read. Now it's hard to find someone who can help her children study and solve problems together. She wishes Luo Song could leave a little later.
Just looking at that indescribable look on her face made Hua Jin want to laugh.
...Obviously this is also a master who doesn't like to learn.
Luo Song, who was tortured by Hua Yun'ao in the afternoon and had his hair messed up, finally left, taking a return gift from the Hua family with him.
What interested him most were the baskets of green and fresh vegetables.
It's a very rare thing in winter. If you take it to the city and sell it casually, it will cost a lot of money. Rich people don't care about money, they care about whether they can eat something good. What they care about is whether I have you or not. If you put it in their name I earn more in the restaurant.
Speaking of Uncle Hua, he was really relieved. He took him into the inner room to visit even though he knew he was a businessman. Of course, he didn't ask questions that he shouldn't have asked out of curiosity.
Various vegetables were grown in boxes in the house, as well as sweet potatoes and potatoes that he had never heard of before. The last two were the ones that interested him the most.
The dozen sweet potatoes he took away last time were all taken to his grandfather in Zhoucheng. He let his grandfather taste them that day. The taste was so good that he was very happy.
Then the few remaining ones were stored by my grandfather as if they were treasures. I thought I would try to plant them next spring. Of course, it would be better if I could take some away this time.
If this kind of food could be grown, the benefits it would bring to the Luo family would be immeasurable.
Nowadays, there seems to be another food - potatoes.
For lunch, there were dishes made from potatoes, such as hot and sour shredded potatoes and chicken stewed with mushrooms and potatoes. The taste was so good that he wanted to eat it anyway.
It's a pity that they don't mature quickly like vegetables. According to Grandpa Hua, they have to wait for a few more months.
