Chapter 314 Brine

Old Lady Wen looked at the remaining items and said, "There are quite a few of these items."

"We can sell it tomorrow." Wen Zhenyi was not worried at all about not being able to sell it.

"Okay, since you said so, let's pack up and go back."

Wen Zhenyi went to the store and told Zhu Tao about some matters related to the mutton rolls and noodles, and then ordered mutton for half a month from the owner of the mutton stall.

The owner of the mutton stall was so happy that he didn't have to worry about not being able to sell mutton for the next half month.

Zhu Tao looked at the sheep and felt a headache. The sheep's head and hooves were useless, so she simply gave them to Wen Zhenyi to take back.

Wen Zhenyi took both things back. She was dealing with a pig's head anyway, so adding a sheep's head was no big deal.

Aunt You's belly was getting bigger, so Wen Zhenyi let her go home and rest assured to give birth. This was considered as maternity leave for her, and she would not be deducted from her salary.

Hu Zi and the others are now learning to read and write with Mr. Shen. Even the girls in the village can go to study as long as their families are willing.

I don’t know if it was influenced by Wen Zhenyi, but as long as the villagers had children, regardless of gender, they were willing to let them learn calligraphy from Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen was also happy to teach these children, charging only twenty cents per month for each child, and they had to buy their own pens, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The villagers were very happy just to take this twenty-cent tuition. It was hard to find a teacher in any private school who only paid twenty cents a month.

However, the people in the surrounding villages had heard the news and came to ask Mr. Shen if he was still recruiting.

Shen Xiucai looked at the yard full of children who had to walk sideways and could only shake his head helplessly: "I don't have room for more students here now. I can only wait until the desks and chairs for the school are ready."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people knew that the school was built by Wen Zhenyi, and they all ran to the Wen family to find Wen Zhenyi.

When Wen Zhenyi returned home, he saw a lot of people gathered outside the yard. They didn't look like villagers, and he was a little confused for a moment.

Wen Chengwen went up to him and asked, "What are you doing in front of my house?"

The people surrounding him saw the people returning from the town and all asked in unison, "Is this the Wen family home?"

"Is Miss Wen here?"

"When can the school open?"

“.....”

Wen Chengwen was surrounded in the middle, with all kinds of questions ringing in his ears. Now he didn't know who to answer.

"You all are quiet, quiet."

The people around fell silent and looked at Wen Chengwen.

"Are you here to discuss your child's admission to school?"

The people around nodded one by one: "Yes, yes, yes."

Wen Chengwen turned to look at Wen Zhenyi, indicating what she should do?

Wen Zhenyi jumped down from the ox cart: "All of you follow me into the yard and talk slowly."

The people who were surrounding them made way for them and let them go home first, and then they followed them in.

Wen Zhenyi asked them to find a place to sit by themselves: "Are you here for your child's private school?"

"Yes! We heard that the private school here at Mr. Shen's house costs twenty cents a month, and we all want our children to study in your village."

Wen Zhenyi looked at them and didn't know how to answer: "Although our school is now built, the desks and chairs for the teachers and children are still missing."

"Miss Wen, do you have the blueprints for the desks and chairs? We can help you make them."

"Yes, yes, we can all help."

"Can you do it?"

"Everyone has things that break down, and we don't have that much money to buy more, so we have to learn to make some."

Wen Zhenyi thought for a moment and said, "Wait a moment." Then he stood up and went back to his room to get a piece of paper. "Take a look, can this kind of table and chairs be made?"

A group of people gathered around the table and examined the things drawn on it.

"Miss Wen, we know how to do this."

"Do you all know how to do it?"

"This is not difficult. We can do it when we get back."

"Okay, if you can do it, please make it for me and send it to me. I'll pay you when the time comes, or use it to offset the cost of repairs."

"Okay, okay."

Wen Zhen saw that they were all unfamiliar. "Is your village far from here?"

A man scratched his hair and said, "It will take me two hours to walk to your village."

Wen Zhenyi frowned: "So far? Isn't there a private school near your village?"

"Yes, but it's much higher than Mr. Shen's salary and we can't afford it. Your place is the cheapest in the whole town."

"Even with the cheapest option, it would take your child four hours to go there and back. It's still too far for a child."

The men looked helpless. They also loved their children, but they also knew the importance of reading and writing. If there were better options, how could they let their children run so far?

When Wen Zhenyi first built the school, in addition to providing individual courtyards for the teachers, he also built a number of dormitories: "If you don't mind, you can let them live in the school when classes officially begin."

The man hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "How much does it cost?"

Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "They can use their break time to earn money to offset their food and accommodation needs."

"Making money during recess?"

"The school also needs people to clean and do chores, or copy books. As long as they are not lazy and are willing to do it, I don't think it will be a burden on you."

"Really? Is it really possible?"

"Why not?"

"Miss Wen, thank you so much."

"But if you can make furniture, I'd like to ask you to help make some furniture."

"Okay, okay, we're all willing."

Wen Zhenyi took them to the school and told them what furniture they needed to make and how much was needed.

As for how they will distribute it in the end, let them discuss and decide among themselves.

Wen Zhenyi watched them leave the village happily, and then looked at the school behind him. In the near future, this place should be very lively.

When she returned home, A Xiangyi had already cleaned the pig's trotters and other things he brought back and placed them in a basin in the kitchen.

"Dad, please help me cut the pig's head in half. Don't damage the pig's brain."

Wen Chengwen nodded: "Don't worry."

Wen Zhenyi asked Axiang to help light the fire and prepare to make braised food. The seasonings of braised food in different places are slightly different, but she still chose her favorite one.

The brine can be reused after it is made, so she plans to make more this time, and this is also a new business she wants to develop in the future.

She found cinnamon, star anise, bay leaves, chrysanthemum, peppercorns, rock sugar, dried chili peppers, brown sugar, fennel, red dates, etc.

I found some clean gauze and asked Madam Qin to help me sew a large soup bag, then put the seasoning in it and sewed it up.