Zheng Xinghai hired a few people and they renovated the old house to look brand new in just two days.

On the third day, Nanzhi summoned back the twenty-odd people who had been there before.

Qian Cui and Qian Fang also signed the contract and brought it over.

Grandma Nan was still somewhat worried. Her eldest daughter-in-law was a good person, but her family members were not good people at all.

The two guards beside Song Hanyan and Nanzhi brought over the meat that had been prepared earlier.

"Zhizhi, I bought this in town this morning."

Nanzhi nodded and told them to move the meat into the house.

It's all ordinary meat, perfect for everyone to practice with.

The women in the village had never seen so much meat before—three whole large, fat pigs.

They couldn't eat this much in five years.

Qian Cui's eyes widened even more, "My goodness, so much meat, what a spendthrift woman."

Qian Fang added, "They have money, unlike us."

They complained, but their eyes were glued to the meat.

Nanzhi originally wanted to use wild boar meat to make cured pork, but the ordinary pork from ancient times was just like modern farm pigs, and the meat quality was also excellent.

To save costs, we ultimately chose regular pork for the sausages.

It was the first time making cured pork, and Nanzhi personally demonstrated it for them.

The meat was cut into strips, then rubbed with salt evenly, and sprinkled with a little sugar, etc. The whole process was dazzling to the eyes of everyone.

There are just too many steps.

Nanzhi thought for a moment and divided them into five groups. The first group was responsible for cutting the meat, the second group was responsible for rubbing salt and sprinkling sugar, the third group was responsible for preparing the spices for marinating the meat, the fourth group was responsible for marinating the meat and applying soy sauce, and the fifth group was responsible for drying the meat.

After the sorting process, Qian Cui and Qian Fang were assigned to the group where the clothes were dried.

With Nanzhi's guidance, most of the villagers, who had experience pickling vegetables, quickly learned the basics.

Everyone felt very distressed looking at the large amount of spices and wine.

Normally, when cooking at home, people would only use a little bit of spices and salt, but now they just grab a handful and sprinkle it on the meat.

Seeing their pained expressions and trembling hands, Nanzhi couldn't help but say, "Aunties, you have to rub the salt in evenly, otherwise the meat will spoil."

He then looked at the person in charge of the follow-up work and said, "Every step must be done properly, neither too much nor too little, otherwise this fine pork will go moldy."

Hearing this, the women's movements indeed became much more vigorous.

More important than spices, wine, and salt is the meat.

The three pigs were soon soaking in wine infused with spices.

Nanzhi observed them one by one and found them to be very good.

“Good, not bad,” Nanzhi praised.

The women wore happy smiles.

Grandma Liu is old and lives alone. This is the first time she has been praised by a younger generation.

Seeing Granny Liu with her tail held high, Old Lady Nan teased, "Hey, hey, what's so great about you, you old rascal? Look how smug you are."

"You old shrew, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to argue with you." Granny Liu pointed to the meat in the yard. "Besides, I helped prepare every single piece of meat in the yard today."

The ladies covered their mouths and chuckled.

They could only chuckle to themselves; if Granny Liu caught them, she'd probably drag out their ancestors for eighteen generations and start cursing them.

Besides, they couldn't possibly out-argue this old lady.

The women who used to laugh at others for gossiping about this family and that family were now together, creating a rare moment of harmony.

Nanzhi clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention to this place, and smiled, "Alright, we should get down to business. Saying that, she took out some copper coins. Everyone did little work today, so each person only has twenty coins. Aunties, come and collect your money."

"Twenty coins! That's so much!" Li Xunfang exclaimed.

The man in their family goes out to work and earns only fifteen coins a day.

She earned twenty coins with just a simple gesture, which was an astronomical sum for them, who had never earned money before.

The women, dazed, took the money and went home, while Nanzhi stayed behind.

When no one was looking, he dripped a few drops of spiritual spring water into the marinated meat.

Grandma Nan came over and asked, "Zhizhi, what are you doing?"

Nanzhi: "Add my exclusive secret recipe."

Seeing her mysterious demeanor, Qian Lanfang wondered if Zhizhi really had some secret recipe.

The next day, the women arrived early.

The meat has been marinated as Zhizhi instructed; all that's left is to dry it.

The first day is exposed to the sun, while the remaining days are in the shade.

After hanging the meat up, new pork arrived, and the women began a new round of busy work.

Nanzhi stayed home and did the accounting.

Twenty-five people. If each person earns thirty coins a day, that's nine hundred coins a month, totaling twenty-two thousand five hundred coins, or twenty-two and a half taels of silver. This is just the wages; adding the money from selling meat, it would take at least fifty taels of silver a month.

Nanzhi pushed the ledger toward Song Hanyan.

"What price do you think would be appropriate for my cured pork?"

Song Hanyan picked it up and looked at it.

“Dayang doesn’t have any cured meat, so any price is fine.” He paused, “but it’s best not to make it too expensive.”

Nanzhi nodded and finally confirmed the price: five hundred coins per pound of cured meat.

A week later, the No. 1 Restaurant in the World became a hit again.

Wang Yushu stepped into the place again, fanning himself with his fan.

"Xiuyuan, where do you think Nanzhi gets so many ideas?" The key point is, with such profitable methods, why doesn't she ask him to do business with her?

Before long, the famous cured pork arrived.

The fatty meat was translucent and not greasy at all.

Wang Yushu ate several bites in a row.

He Xiuyuan also ate quite a lot.

"It's on par with the Spirit Rabbit," He Xiuyuan commented after finishing his meal.

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