There are... many.
Wen Zhiyun turned around, her gentle face showing some surprise.
Chang Yan nodded in approval.
Alright, Dr. Wen stepped forward gracefully, checked Niu Xianxian's pulse, examined her eyelids, and finally shook the powder from his sleeve around her mouth and nose.
"It's nothing, just a bit anxious." Wen Zhiyun blinked her pitiful eyes. "After a short rest, I should wake up in half an hour at most."
Croton powder takes about half an hour to take effect.
"Thank you, doctor." The Niu father and daughter got into the carriage and left.
Wen Zhiyun turned around and smiled at Chang Yan.
Their carriage was damaged by Niu Xianxian and has been sent for repairs, so the group had to walk home.
Fortunately, the courtyard was not far from the county government office.
Xu Mo put the case file back in the county office and was about to leave when the Wang family's carriage stopped in front of him.
"Brother Wang," he cupped his hands in greeting, "I won't bother you any longer, it's just a few steps."
Although the Wang family's carriage was very comfortable, it was still someone else's.
There was a moment of silence in the carriage. Wang Fufeng lifted the curtain and said with a smile, "Brother Xu, why don't you get on? What if we run into another Ma Xianxian?"
Recalling his earlier helplessness, Xu Mo finally got into the Wang family's carriage.
The arrival of his younger brother and sister instantly transformed the previously empty carriage into a crowded and lively place.
Jiang Sheng was discussing planting green beans with Zheng Ruqian, and Fang Heng occasionally chimed in.
Wen Zhiyun and Chang Yan huddled together, occasionally whispering to each other, as if they had some little secret.
It was crowded and lively.
very nice.
Without the Niu family's interference, the bean planting went smoothly.
In just half a month, all the land was planted with seeds. They were just waiting for the seedlings to sprout, then they could be propped up with stakes and harvested in two or three months.
Zheng Ruqian was playing the role of a landlord for the first time, and he was full of curiosity about everything. He spent his days circling around the land, both wary of anyone who might cause trouble and genuinely loving it.
He even planned to stay until the green beans were harvested, then take the dried green beans back to the prefectural city to deliver them to Youranju.
While the others had no objections, Jiang Sheng became anxious.
"We still have a workshop in the prefectural city. Second brother, are you only concerned with picking green beans and don't you care about the workshop anymore?" the little girl asked angrily.
Zheng Ruqian stared at her in astonishment, then nodded.
Needless to say, cured meat has become a staple food for everyone. Any skilled cook in the prefecture can make it, so there's no need for the workshops to continue operating.
“Little Jiang Sheng, didn’t your third brother give you the Zanhua Courtyard? You also said the workshop is yours, so I won’t worry about it.” Zheng Ruqian teased his sister on purpose.
In the two years that followed, Jiang Sheng did nothing but sell clothes at the beginning.
I thought the little girl would blush and get so angry that she would jump up and down before giving up.
Unexpectedly, she clenched her fists and said, "You stinky second brother, we can't give up the workshop. If we don't let our auntie who works in the workshop go hungry, she won't have anything to eat."
Just like planting green beans.
Dozens of homeless children were able to make a living by growing green beans, and many people sold their land out of trust. Zheng Ruqian was determined to continue growing green beans.
The more business you do, the bigger it becomes, and the more people can receive their wages.
But we must never give up and let those who have eaten suffer from cold and hunger again.
The workshops in the prefectural city are only temporarily closed, but not permanently.
If the cured meat business isn't going to work, then do something else.
But what should we do?
Jiang Sheng was also clueless. In her short life, apart from her elder brother's education, she had only eavesdropped on the teacher's lectures a few times.
Some talk about how to be a person, and some talk about how to handle affairs.
It didn't mention doing business.
Jiang Sheng kept it in mind, even talking in her sleep at night about reopening the workshop and starting a new business.
Zheng Ruqian felt sorry for his sister and regretted teasing her. He decided to give her the suggestions he could think of: "Dashan taught you how to make cured meat. Why don't you ask him if he has any other cured meat, or pickled meat, or anything else?"
Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up. When Pang Dashan returned with the vegetables, she hugged the pastries and went over to him, calling him "Brother Dashan" repeatedly.
Pang Dashan's heart melted.
The difference between a naughty little brother and a sweet little sister is something only those who have raised them will know.
Especially since there are four younger brothers in the family, but not a single younger sister.
If it weren't for the fear of angering Xu Mo, Zheng Ruqian, Fang Heng, Wen Zhiyun, and Chang Yan, Pang Dashan would have even considered stealing Jiang Sheng away.
"Brother Dashan, is cured meat the only thing you can make? Do you have any other meats, like pickled meats or anything that's unique to this city?" Jiang Sheng blinked her big eyes.
This really stumped Pang Dashan.
Being able to remember the cured meat is already a way for him to remember his parents.
He really doesn't know any more.
But Pang Dashan didn't want to see Jiang Sheng disappointed, and he didn't want to see her bright eyes filled with gloom. He racked his brains and almost brought up his childhood memories of wetting the bed. "There is another kind of sausage, but I can't remember what it's called. I only know that it smells very good and bursts with juice when you bite into it. The taste is very special."
Intestines from the Sichuan region.
Although there are no specific methods or names, at least we have a direction.
"If only we could find an auntie from the Sichuan region," Pang Dashan said, scratching his head. "They definitely would."
This is incredibly difficult.
The Great Yu Dynasty was vast and rich in resources. It would take countless years to travel from south to north, and the location of the Sichuan region was unknown.
If it weren't for talented individuals who spent half their lives exploring mountains and rivers and recording regional differences, many people wouldn't even know that there were different ways of life in the far reaches of the world.
Not to mention, how could someone from the Sichuan region marry into Xiyang County?
Fortunately, Xiao Jiangsheng is not someone who gives up easily. Although she felt the chances were slim, she still wanted to inquire.
What if? What if it really exists?
So Xu Mo inquired about it for her at the yamen (government office).
Fang Heng inquired about this while he was out training with eight servants.
Zheng Ruqian inquired about planting green beans.
Wen Zhiyun inquired about it when he went out to treat patients.
Even at the long banquet, she used her looks to ask her aunts and uncles for information.
Half a month passed, and just when Jiang Sheng had given up all hope, she actually found out.
There was a woman who had traveled to the Sichuan region with her parents when she was young and lived there for several years.
Later, she returned to Xieyang County to get married. Occasionally, she would mention the lifestyle in Sichuan to people around her, and she also made cured meat a few times.
However, after her husband passed away, she became bedridden and no longer spoke of the past.
If it weren't for her two well-behaved children, this woman might have died long ago.
Even now, she doesn't know how much longer she has to live.
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