Chapter 1287: With white rice

This is really a cold joke, isn't it?
They have been here for most of the day before it's time to eat.
It has to be said that those days when raising pigs were too deep for the March when they were not in use, but the food they ate at that time was still incomparable.
Xiao Huang hurriedly pinched San Yue's hand, and grinned at the painful teeth of San Yue's pinching.
"Have you seen San Yue?" Xiao Huang said to San Yue.
"It's white rice, I'm not mistaken, it's actually white rice."
March also nodded involuntarily, it was white rice, a lot of white rice.
They have never eaten white rice when they grow up. If they were able to eat white rice in the first place, they wouldn't have to be sold here.
"Xiaoqing, it's Bai Xiaofan."
Xiao Huang pulled Xiao Qing's sleeve again, "Xiao Qing, you are really our big lucky star. If we hadn't had you before, we still don't know where to bury it?"
Xiao Qing took her hand, Xiao Huang also smiled with her aunt.
As a result, Xiaoqing took her hand and covered her mouth.
"The saliva is flowing out."
Xiao Huang opened his eyes and quickly pulled up his sleeves, and then wiped the corners of his mouth. Under this rub, he really found that he was drooling.
But she can't be blamed for this.
She has never eaten white rice, she just wants to know, what is the taste of white rice? When they were pigs, they had never eaten white rice. The most were two steamed buns, and the clear soup they were filled with. I heard it was still blood soup.
She originally thought they would be bleed, but now instead of being bleed, they still have white rice to eat, as Xiaoqing said.
I am not afraid that there is no firewood.
Only when you are alive can you mention other possibilities.
So they don’t need to bleed now, they also have rice to eat.
And the people here don't seem to be vying for anything. It's also possible that all of them are expressionless because they eat these every day.
As for asking why they should eat this good thing?
Xiaoqing feels that she can figure it out. He has bought nearly twenty people, but only three of them can be sent here.
The longer you live here, the more you will have. The one who wants them to live longer, otherwise, they will have to raise another one. It takes time and effort, not to mention, it may not have the original good. How much less money will you earn?
And as far as Xiaoqing knows, she doesn’t know if this is something she has in her memory, or if she listened to others. As for who she said, she doesn’t remember, but there is a saying, hers The memory is very deep.
Those who can make spices will not be poor.
In this world, there will be thousands of people who make money. But if you ask what is the most profitable, it is actually spices. Every household will incense, but there are very few people who can make incense.
This Miss Tang family is obviously a newcomer to making spices, if she is an expert, it is impossible to think of using human blood to make spices.
The idea is right, but there are things that may be misunderstood. No, it should be a detour, and on this crooked road, he went down with a tendon.
The more you go, the more you go, the more you go wrong.
In fact, Xiaoqing doesn't understand what the real spice is, but she feels that the spice should make people happy and like it from the beginning.
Including the process of making are the same, everything is anim, and it may be stored in incense.
From the beginning to the end, it is a spice that is mixed with pain, fear, and even human life. Even if it is fragrant, it may be annoying.
So she absolutely doesn't like this fragrance.
However, she likes white rice.
And eating white rice, her mood seems to be much better. She has always been a bit bleak, and she seems to have some brilliance. Even her eyes are not too big, but now she is also changing. Lights up.
The entrance of white rice, although rice is not considered the best kind of rice, it is still very enjoyable to eat in the mouth, especially for people who have never eaten white rice.
Every bite is enjoyment, and every bite is joy.
When Master Hu saw them like this, he didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, everyone who came here was like this. After seeing them more, he would no longer laugh.
These people are alive, and in the end they don't know why they want to live in the city. It seems that it is for the three meals that day, and in the end they are reluctant to say anything.
So while you are still in such a good mood, eat it raw and enjoy it raw, because it won’t be long before you can’t laugh anymore.
In such a day without the sky, except for food and drink, even the sun outside cannot be seen every day.
People still have to see the light.
He picked up his share and went inside to eat. His three meals a day are naturally good too. There are eggs and meat. Who else will raise him if he is not good enough?
After all, he now gives them spices, although they are not as fragrant as Lou's, but when he sells these spices, they can certainly be sold at very good prices.
Of course, it is better than that, the one who uses human blood to make spices every day, but it is much better to sell.
The spice made by that person, regardless of the taste, is really not afraid of nightmares when using it?
After waiting for a few days, a few women came in again. Of course, they didn’t come here to give people away. Every time there were not many people sent in, they had to be very careful. If someone really knows it, their heads will all touch the ground.
This time they came to get the spices.
Master Hu glanced outside and took it as he wanted. Anyway, these things belonged to the Tang family, but it made him very uncomfortable. Since the Tang family monster received the spices in his own hands, everything It's changed, and of course it's changed a little bit less like it.
What's the use of a natural sense of smell? Then there is a good sense of smell. Compared with the one from Da Zhou, Lou's daughter is born with a strange fragrance, she can know a lot of flavors, and argue a thousand fragrances.
The one from the Tang family could not really think that she was also the daughter of the Lou family. That one could raise a pint of incense with one hand and earn countless wealth, but he did not rely on a name.
There are so many strange people and things in this world, but that one is the only one in this world.
If you want to be her, you must first have a good baby.
These spices were all taken out, and then they were sent into a yard. There is nothing to do with the sun and the moon in the cave, but the lights are beginning to shine outside.
"Send it, put it aside," the red-dressed woman inside was collapsing on one side of the Luohan, holding a yellowed book in her hand and looking at it. It was vaguely visible, afraid that it was the two words of incense.