The second pot of green bamboo paste was made by Lu Chuanbei.
When it comes to making the ointment, Lu Chuanbei cannot induce fluctuations in mental power like Song Tiantian to purify the medicine.
But the medicines he had made in the past few years were not made in vain. In addition, he had also learned the techniques from Tiantian, which had been honed when he was making the Five Black Pills. With this help, he could make the Green Bamboo Paste with ease.
The system saw a slight fluctuation of Lu Chuanbei's mental power while he was stir-frying and cooking, and knew that he had begun to get started.
But even so, this mental power is still far from enough compared to its host!
When thinking of this, the system couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Meanwhile, Manager Wang was on his way back, growing angrier and angrier. "It's all your fault. Why didn't you report the Five Black Pills earlier? Now that old man from the Song family refuses to sell the prescription. What do you think we should do?"
Zheng Pinjian thought about how he had submitted reports several times but they were all rejected by him, and he couldn't help but want to refute.
But when she thought about her promotion report still being in his hands, she didn't dare to say a word.
This further fueled Manager Wang's arrogance: "I don't care what method you come up with, you must find a way to get the Wuhei Pills, otherwise you can go back to your testing center and be a tester. Don't even think about transferring back to the company."
"Stab!" Zheng Pinjian stepped on the brakes and stopped suddenly on the side of the road. The huge impact force caused Manager Wang, who was sitting in the back seat without a seat belt, to crash directly into the front seat.
"Zheng Pinjian, are you dissatisfied with me?" Manager Wang covered his head and accused Zheng Pinjian without saying a word, "I'm telling you, if you keep going like this, don't even think about going back to the testing center. I'll fire you. Believe it or not!"
"Haha, I believe it." Zheng Pinjian felt that he was really suffocating because of lard, which was why he continued to work in such a company. "It's just a matter of leaving, so get out of here right now."
"What did you say?" Manager Wang looked at him in disbelief.
"I'm telling you to get out of my car right now." Zheng Pinjian had had enough. "It's just a job. I don't believe I, Zheng Pinjian, won't be able to find a job after leaving Huasheng."
"Alright!" Manager Wang pointed at Zheng Pinjian and gritted his teeth, "You're brave and ambitious, right? Then I'll wait and see what good job you can find after leaving Huasheng!"
After saying that, Manager Wang got out of the car, slammed the door and left.
Zheng Pinjian sat in the car for a while before turning around and driving away.
In the grape courtyard, Lu Chuanbei finished boiling the medicine in his hand, and then went to the vineyard with Fang Xiuzhu, He Xuebin and others to pick grapes, preparing to make more grape juice and grape syrup.
Song Tiantian and Xiangfangnan were also busy working together.
I don’t know if the news of selling juice in the mountains yesterday has spread throughout the village.
Lu Chuanbei and his team had just started squeezing juice when a villager passing by the door came over to buy a bottle of juice, ready to take it up the mountain to drink.
Once the business opened, people started coming in one after another.
Upon seeing this situation, He Xuebin quickly washed a batch of grapes and quickly put them into the freezer. For the rest, he took out a blender and squeezed the grapes and sold them fresh in the yard.
[Uh...it's really freshly squeezed juice...]
[It's real grape juice, without a drop of water added!]
The juice looks delicious, and it's only $1.50 a cup. The cup you bring is only $2. It's such a great value for juice this cheap.
[Looking at the juice the villagers were drinking, I suddenly felt that my 15 yuan a cup of milk tea didn't taste good anymore...]
That morning, Lu Chuanbei and his friends had sold almost all the grapes they had picked without even leaving the grape yard.
After another group of people left, He Xuebin couldn't help but pick up the coins in the dustpan and began to count them happily.
Seeing this, He Jingnian quickly jumped up and shouted to He Xuebin, "Dad, I want to count money too."
"Here, I'll give you some." He Xuebin generously threw a handful of coins and banknotes in front of him: "Count them carefully. It's not easy to count money these days."
"Why?" He Jingnian looked at him puzzledly.
"Nowadays, when buying things outside, everyone just scans the QR code. Who still carries money?"
[It seems to be true. Nowadays, I just carry my phone with me when I go out. It’s been a long time since I used cash...]
Ever since I started using WeChat and Taobao, my wallet has been gathering dust...
Can I say that after seeing He Xuebin counting the money, I realized that my family hadn't given out any coins in a long time?
【It’s not just you, it’s the same in my family. 】
After counting the money, He Xuebin excitedly held up the money bag and looked towards Lu Chuanbei and the others: "Lao Fang and Xiao Lu, shall we go to the supply and marketing cooperative?"
"Let's go." Lu Chuanbei said, "It's a good time to buy some food."
Fang Xiuzhu: "Then I'll take the grapes out of the refrigerator to thaw them, and I'll come back later to make grape syrup."
Outside the live broadcast room, Yang Donghai was still waiting for Lu Chuanbei to continue making more green bamboo ointment, and then he watched that he had been doing nothing except making two small pots of ointment in the morning.
When he saw this, he almost picked up the phone and called Lu Chuanbei back, telling him to go to the pharmacy to boil medicine instead of picking grapes or recording variety shows.
Unfortunately, Lu Chuanbei's phone had been confiscated long ago, and the agreed three days had not yet arrived, otherwise Yang Donghai would have really called him back to make medicine.
After visiting the supply and marketing cooperative, the grapes were almost thawed.
Lu Chuanbei squeezed the fruit with his gloves, and the crystal clear flesh was squeezed out, leaving only the clean skin: "You can peel it now."
"I'll do it, I'll do it." He Xuebin rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward. "It's such a stress-relieving thing, I have to do it."
[…Squeezing grapes to relieve stress?]
[Is this... the same principle as squeezing blackheads?]
[No, I have the picture! ]
[Does this even make sense? But, you know what, squeezing the grapes and picking out the cores does seem a bit like that...]
[Pointing and gesturing.jpg How can I ever look directly at grapes again if you keep doing this?]
Although the style of squeezing grapes suddenly seems a bit strange, what does that have to do with the grape berries that are squeezed out?
Look, after the crystal clear fruit particles were picked out of the core, Lu Chuanbei poured them into a pot, added water and sugar, and put it on the stove to boil over high heat.
While boiling the sugar water, Lu Chuanbei quickly prepared several dishes.
The rice is ready and the syrup is also boiled.
Put the cooked syrup into a large soup bucket and let it cool, then you can start eating right away.
Garlic vegetables, braised tofu, braised fish, a serving of Beijing-style shredded pork wrapped in bean curd skin and shrimp and broccoli, and finally a mushroom egg drop soup.
He Xuebin looked at Lu Chuanbei who had prepared a table of dishes in just a few seconds and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "With this speed and the quality of the dishes, I think it would be a complete shame if you didn't open a restaurant in the future!"
"I still own a restaurant." Lu Chuanbei laughed out loud: "But if the food is too bad, I'll just close it down."
"You call this unpalatable?" He Xuebin was the first to disagree: "Then wouldn't even dogs hate what I cook?"
"Hmmmm," He Jingnian nodded in agreement, "My family doesn't even eat the food my dad cooks."
"Hey!" He Xuebin turned to look at his brat: "How can you talk like that? What do you mean Duoduo won't eat it? Duoduo eats dog food, so of course he can't eat the food I cook."
"Then why can Duoduo eat what Mommy makes? Besides, didn't you make dog food for it then? Why can't it eat it?"
"Uh...that's because it's a picky eater! Isn't it okay to be picky about food?!"
He Jingnian shrugged: "If you say it's okay, then it's okay."
"you……"
"Ahem..." Fang Xiuzhu suppressed a smile and said to He Xuebin, whose face flushed redly, "Hey, Dabin, let's eat. If we don't eat now, the food will get cold and won't taste good."
"Yes, yes, this fish won't taste good when it's cold."
[Hahaha, now I know why Dabin's Duoduo always seems to be so depressed. Could it be that Dabin just happened to be cooking that day?]
[Pfft... With Dabin's cooking skills, it's better not to embarrass Duoduo.]
I feel a lot of sympathy, but I just want to see how bad He Xuebin's cooking is. (doghead.jpg)
[Hehe, I'm different. I want to see He Xuebin cooking for Fang Xiuzhu and the others in the Grape Courtyard. That scene must be very beautiful.]
[Good suggestion, please @program team adopt it! ]
[Okay, okay, I’ll add it to your post! ]
Director Liu was just worrying about not being able to stir up trouble when he saw the barrage of comments pushed up by everyone. When he saw this, Director Liu's eyes immediately lit up.
"You can give it a try. It's a good opportunity to combine our previous plan..."
When he thought of this, Director Liu's mood immediately improved.
At noon, the sun was still scorching, so Lu Chuanbei and others went out.
This time, the juice and syrup grapes sold out faster than yesterday, especially at noon. It was so delicious for everyone to have a glass of juice and syrup covered with icy dew.
The small business is booming, and the first batch of cicada flowers in the yard have been dried up under the scorching sun.
Three pounds of cicadas equal one pound of flowers. After drying, only one-third of the original weight of fresh cicada flowers remains. However, this one-third of cicada flowers can be preserved for one to two years if sealed in a jar.
Lu Chuanbei took the cicada flowers neatly stacked in a winnowing basket to the purchasing department of the research institute.
Xiao Zhang from the purchasing department picked up a cicada flower and examined it carefully for a while, then weighed the individual plants and finally broke off a piece to taste it. He nodded and said, "Not bad, the quality of the golden cicada flower is good. It has been dried thoroughly, and the nodules and mud on it have been cleaned up. It can be collected."
Upon hearing this, He Xuebin, who was listening attentively, quickly stepped forward and asked Xiao Zhang, "How much can you charge for these cicada flowers?"
Xiao Zhang: "According to the current purchase price, I can get 411 kilograms."
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