Chapter 29 Chapter 29 The yard hurried, but it still took two...
Even though we worked hard to finish the yard, it still took two months to complete.
Although it is a small courtyard, the houses are not big, but they do not have the fragile feeling of a thatched hut that could be collapsed by snow at any minute.
There are three rows of blue brick and tile houses, the front one has four bays, and the back two have three bays, connected by ear rooms on both sides. In this way, there are many houses without wasting bricks on building the courtyard wall.
Every arrangement was intelligent, and Song Mian was amazed.
There is also a narrow path paved with bluestone slabs in the courtyard so that shoes and socks will not get dirty when it rains.
Many fruit trees have been transplanted in the yard, including common fruits such as peaches, pomegranates, persimmons, and grapes.
There is also a pepper tree planted at the door, which was transplanted from the neighbor's house.
It’s so nice to just pick up this little homely condiment.
Song Fuxue personally went to the town to buy red paper, wrote words on it, and pasted it on both sides of the gate.
"A fisherman beside an apricot tree, a family in the Peach Blossom Spring."
Song Mian stared at the flowing characters. The majestic momentum was suppressed into the indifferent pastoral joy.
She smiled and said gently, "Dad, you have beautiful handwriting."
Praise first to show respect.
Song Fuxue smiled proudly: "Back then, it was also when the weather was very cold and the inkstone was frozen solid. I spent a lot of time practicing it."
The so-called top talent is the result of a lot of hard work, all of which is drowned out by your talent.
Their father was extremely strict with them, and if others did something good, they would do it ten times better.
As a child, he used to envy others playing with wooden swords and playing house, but when he grew up, he could do everything with ease, and he dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which many others could not match.
Only then did he realize his father's good intentions.
Behind all that harshness are self-compiled enlightenment books, with illustrations, stories told in a humorous and interesting way.
Song Fuxue thought of his mother again, a gentle and virtuous woman who doted on them very much and could not stand his father's harshness.
Then his mother chose to close her eyes.
As long as he didn't look at it, he wouldn't feel sad anymore, leaving him so scared that he couldn't even breathe.
Song Fuxue thought about what had happened in the original mansion and smiled with her eyes curved.
Now, he can stand on his own.
When I think back to the past, I feel only melancholy and loss.
In the early morning of late autumn, the air was filled with mist and finally became a little moist, smelling extremely refreshing.
A flash of nostalgia passed through his eyes, but he felt even more fortunate that they were all still fine amidst the turbulent waves, or that no other problems had occurred. He was already very lucky.
"How about this room-warming wine and the pig-killing dish?" Song Fuxue was very excited.
The joy and satisfaction of creating something with your own hands are beyond words.
In the village, no matter how exquisite your dishes are, they will definitely not be as good as a pot of delicious stew.
Now he also enjoys it.
Song Zhen Ge immediately laughed and replied, "Go buy a pig! Ask someone to kill it! And get some wine!"
When something happened to their family, the villagers of Songjia Village did not take advantage of the situation. Although most people were not very enthusiastic, they still felt very lucky.
It's a good time to have some fun and get rid of bad luck. His family encountered two plague gods, Zhou Qi and Emperor Shunde, this year. It's really pitiful.
"I'll ask the butcher to come over. Who should I hire to cook?"
His family orders so much meat from the butcher every day that they are already a regular customer with a fixed income, so naturally they have some face.
But who can make the pig-killing dish? They really don’t have the connections.
Song Fuxue looked at Zhao Jufang who was watching on the side. She was good at cooking ordinary meals, but she didn't know how to cook pig-killing dishes. However, Zhao Jufang had a wide network of contacts and knew a lot, so she could definitely recommend something.
"Let's hire the one from Song's family. She used to be a cook in town."
As soon as she mentioned it, people around her nodded in agreement, saying that the pig-killing dishes she made were delicious and that people from all over the village liked to invite her.
Song Fuxue naturally had no objection.
If everyone says it’s good, then it’s really good.
He smiled and said, "Then I'll go and invite someone, and I'll have to trouble Aunt Zhao to lead the way."
It is relatively easy to ask people to help. For such a lively event, the villagers will not refuse if they can lend a hand.
Buying pigs has become easier, and Butcher Song can even bring his own pigs.
He has plenty of resources.
Song Fuxue decided on the pig-killing meal on the first day.
Song Mian watched him busying around, and the feeling of being on the verge of collapse that he had when he first crossed over was no longer there.
In order to support the family, she suppressed all her emotions, and she felt frightened every time.
Soon, it was the day for the housewarming wine.
Many people came to the Song family, first the neighbors, then the families of the students he recruited, and then the relatives who were not far away.
The original relatives and friends did not call anyone over.
After all, they are criminals, and many of their former relatives and friends are in high positions of power, so it is not appropriate to contact them at the moment.
There are about ten tables here that are bustling with activity.
“This blue brick and tile house is so magnificent!”
"Yes, his family has finally come to a happy ending after all the hardships. Now they have a house and have roots. In the future, when they can plant their land and make pies, they will be able to make endless money!"
"Yes, even Old Song's family became wealthy."
"Hehe, are you envious?"
"Aren't you envious?"
"That's something I envy. Who doesn't want to live a good life? Now that the clan school is gone, there are many more places to spend money."
"Why."
"Sir Song is such a good official..."
"Drink, drink."
"Hey, drink, drink."
Everyone was talking about the new house, and most of them were envious. The design was different from that of a farmhouse. There were many impractical facilities, but overall it looked very elegant.
There's clearly nothing out of the ordinary, but it looks different.
Song Mian added a drop of spiritual spring water to the seasoning to make everyone enjoy the meal more.
She helped Aunt Wang and also took the opportunity to learn from her, observing some details of her cooking so that her own cooking would taste better.
She learned how to cook from Gao Xiu. Basically, when cooking vegetables, she would blanch them over high heat, add seasonings and simmer them in water. When cooking meat, she would fry it until both sides were golden brown, then add seasonings and simmer it in water.
Although she had the spiritual spring water and everything she cooked tasted good, she still wanted to learn the proper way to cook it.
Song Mian was well-behaved and sweet-mouthed, which made Aunt Wang happy. She said, "I heard that you were selling pies in town. I was working as a cook in town at that time. If anyone wanted to hire someone, they would come to my house to find me. Don't tell me, business was booming."
She is a down-to-earth person and doesn't like to take advantage of small opportunities.
She is warm and sincere, so naturally everyone is willing to deal with her.
Aunt Wang knows her own strengths. She is a kind-hearted person and easily influenced by others. Many people like her kindness.
She just kept on developing it and became more and more popular.
If someone bullies her, she won't get angry. She will just ignore her next time. As long as she can keep the customer, that's all.
Song Mian smiled and said, "I sell pies next to Zhao Ji Cloth Shop. You can try them if you have a chance. I used to sell them under the sycamore tree. The shade used to be very cool. But when I looked at it yesterday, it seemed that the leaves had turned yellow and fallen."
"I know that sycamore tree. When I was in town, it was only as thick as a handle. Now it is as thick as a wooden barrel and has grown into a big tree." Aunt Wang replied.
"Grandma Wang, your cooking is so delicious." Song Mian praised with a smile.
No wonder everyone recommends her, she is really good at cooking, clean and efficient, and her aura is very gentle.
"This coal stove in your house is also very convenient." Aunt Wang looked at it again and again. There was no need to light the fire. If she wanted to control the temperature, she just had to open and close the damper.
"I bought this coal stove in town. It's very cheap. It's also next to Zhaoji Cloth Shop. You can ask about it if you see it." Song Mian casually made a small advertisement.
She didn't say anything about her family's involvement. Selling pies alone was enough to make people jealous, and adding a coal stove to the mix might not be a good thing.
My family is poor now, so I hide as much as I can.
Hide your wealth in front of acquaintances!
It's selling pretty well now, and she doesn't have to worry about sales anymore. This thing still has a lag, and it will sell better if it spreads by word of mouth. When the first group of people who tried it come back, they will know how good this coal stove is.
"Then I'll go to town and buy one too. I have to get up and cook in the winter. It was so cold that day that my hands were so frozen that I could hardly stretch them out."
Grandma Wang put her hands in her pockets, feeling scared just thinking about the snowy winter days.
"My hand is as swollen as a radish and will never heal." Grandma Wang sighed, but there was nothing she could do. Someone had to cook for the family and wash the clothes.
I feel as cold as a stone all day long, and it's really hard to keep warm.
Hearing this, Song Mian also sighed: "If I were to sell pies in the summer, the sun would melt me."
She had spiritual spring water, so if she felt uncomfortable, she could just drink the spiritual spring water, but she still felt uncomfortable from the sun.
It was said to be a Little Ice Age, so she thought the summer would be cooler.
It turned out to be extreme weather.
It’s hotter in the summer and colder in the winter, and the main goal is to kill the ball.
Song Mian gets angry whenever it is mentioned.
"Indeed, you are a good boy for being able to do business in the bright sunshine in summer." Grandma Wang said with a smile.
The two were chatting, and Song Mian looked at Grandma Wang cooking skillfully and couldn't help but marvel at her amazing skills. Her arms were so strong that she could even swing such a big pot.
"How spicy do you like it?"
"Just a little spicy is fine."
Just add some spicy flavor to enhance the flavor, and it will taste delicious.
It’s really spicy, but I don’t like it very much.
"Then make it slightly spicy." Grandma Wang smiled particularly kindly.
"The food is served!" she shouted.
Sixteen plates were served for one stew. After she shouted, Song Xiaoshu came over with a tray and served the dishes.
"I left a small bowl for you. Even though you have to work, you should still eat your fill." Grandma Wang said gently.
Song Mian took the small bowl, took a sip, and his eyes lit up instantly.
"It really smells good, Grandma Wang, you are a great cook." She was tempted. Next year, when the emperor no longer keeps an eye on their family, she would invite her to be the cook.
I don’t dare to do that right now.
"Eat more if you like."
While I was busy, Wenlan came over to help. They lit all the coal stoves, one for making tea, one for cooking, and one for cooking. Even so, it was still not enough.
I simply brought over my neighbor's coal stove and borrowed it first, and then I was able to barely set up the house.
With Wenlan's help, Song Mian went to the side to eat. She stared outside. Song Fuxue shuttled back and forth among the crowd, talking and laughing, and had a great time chatting with the farmers.
He can pick it up and put it down.
Very rare.
Song Mian was lost in thought when he saw Xie Zhuyu riding a horse and rushing towards him aggressively.
"Song Xiaoer! You didn't even tell me!"
She immediately picked up the bowl, took a few more bites, and waited to watch the show.
Xie Zhuyu was handsome, dressed in brocade clothes, with a graceful demeanor between his eyebrows and eyes, which really made the courtyard bright.
He strode over and slammed the jeweled sword in his hand onto the table.
Everyone looked at him warily, not knowing whether he came to seek revenge or to pay a tribute.
People have a natural awe for noble people, and if the other party is in a bad mood, they will be powerless to fight back.
Noticing something was amiss, Song Fuxue looked at his back. She first saw a ball of fiery-colored brocade embroidered with cloud patterns, and then saw the ostentatious golden crown on his head. She recognized him at a glance.
"Zhu Yu." He stepped forward to greet him.
Xie Zhuyu looked at him sideways and snorted through his nose.
He is still angry.
It was because the other party didn't tell him about such a big thing. He really didn't treat Xie Zhuyu as a brother.
He knew that he did this because he didn't want to be a burden to him.
The corners of his eyes are raised, and he looks at people with a contemptuous look.
But Song Fuxue knew him, and upon hearing that, she smiled and patted his shoulder, turning around and calling, "Mianmian, let me cook two side dishes for your Uncle Zhuyu!"
Xie Zhuyu thought about the taste of Song Mian's cooking, and the anger in his heart instantly burst into a big hole and disappeared silently.
"Tsk, I'm doing this for Mianmian's sake, otherwise I would have to fight with you to let you know how powerful I am." He sneered.
When it comes to fighting, ten Song Fuxues cannot beat Xie Zhuyu, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood.
One grew up immersed in books, and the other practiced martial arts since childhood.
Song Fuxue's heart moved when he heard this. If the children could learn martial arts, they would not be in chaos in the future and would not have the ability to protect themselves.
Especially since the world has been suffering from severe drought for two years, if there is another year, there will definitely be refugees everywhere.
He was in the countryside and understood the policies there better. Even with such a huge drop in grain production, they still increased taxes drastically, which was extremely unfriendly to the people.
If there is another drought next year, the people will be left with no clothes to wear and no food to eat, and something bad will definitely happen.
Ordinary people do not have much ability to resist when faced with natural disasters and man-made disasters.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he remained expressionless. He invited young educated people from the clan to accompany Xie Zhuyu.
"Dear guest, please take a seat." Song Fuxue joked with a smile.
Xie Zhuyu glanced at him, sat down with a straight back, and felt quite disappointed with him.
Seeing that the two had competed, Song Mian took down the ceramic pot for boiling water. The iron pot was occupied. She thought about it and took out the griddle for cooking. It could be used for frying and stir-frying, and was very useful.
Xie Zhuyu was surrounded by people drinking, and for a moment, he had no time to catch his good brothers.
After a while, Song Mian came forward with the dish he had cooked and said softly, "Uncle Zhuyu, what else do you want to eat? Tell me and I'll make it for you."
Xie Zhuyu quickly shook his head: "No, you should take a rest. What are you doing hanging around the kitchen all day? If you don't have money to spend, I'll give you more. Your uncle has plenty of money, but he can't spend it on your father."
Song Zhenge: ...
He apologized on the side and did not dare to refute when he heard people slandering his brother.
I told myself that after scolding his brother, I should just be nicer to him.
Song Fuxue passed by and heard him say this. He immediately frowned and put away the wine jar in his hand. He sneered and said, "This is the wine brewed by Mianmian. It seems you don't want to drink it either."
Xie Zhuyu: ...
How come he just happened to catch me?
Song Mian smiled, took the wine jar from her father's hand, placed it in front of Xie Zhuyu, and said with a smile: "This method of brewing wine was taught to me by Uncle Zhuyu when I was young. He is the one who deserves to drink it."
Xie Zhuyu gave Song Fuxue a provocative look and snorted, "Hmph, Mianmian is a good child, unlike you, who has no conscience."
The two of them argued for a while, and Song Fuxue went to entertain others.
Song Mian couldn't help laughing. The two of them were really arguing with each other. They were clearly about to get angry, but they were worried about hurting each other.
This friendship is heartwarming.
very nice.
After the banquet was over, Zhao Jufang brought a group of women to help clean up. There were not many leftovers on the table, only many bowls and plates, which were borrowed from the surrounding villagers and had to be cleaned and sent back as soon as possible.
Fortunately, the woman was very efficient and capable and cleaned up the place quickly.
Before leaving, they swept the floor and cleared away the garbage, which shows that they were extremely worried about their living ability.
After everything was cleared, the group dispersed.
When the courtyard quieted down, Xie Zhuyu said solemnly, "Prime Minister Zhou Qi sent Wang Yun to garrison the Tatars. He... is a complete idiot."
Song Fuxue suddenly raised his eyes, turned around twice in a hurry, and asked again: "Who is the Minister of War?"
Xie Zhuyu replied: "Liu Jingxu."
Liu Jingxu is even more difficult to describe. He is a flatterer of his superiors and has no talent, but he is good at reading people's expressions and flattering them. There are some positions that suit him, but the Ministry of War is not suitable for him.
"Liu Jingxu, Wang Yun." Song Fuxue's face was dark. He wiped his face and shook his head: "Keep back, the traitors are in power and can kill you at any time."
If a court is rotten from the top, it may not be a big deal for a while. After all, the emperor is far away and may not affect others.
But recently, God has been unkind to us. We have been hit hard by severe droughts and floods. I'm afraid it's not going to be good.
Song Fuxue immediately frowned.
Song Mian listened to the voice and said tentatively: "What if it is not only fatal, but also a sign of the destruction of the country? Looking at the history books, when the emperor has no heir, treacherous ministers are in power, and natural disasters are frequent, no matter how good the fate of the dynasty is, I am afraid it will be..."
Her expression was also a little complicated.
The country is destroyed.
The people who suffer the most are the common people.
They exchanged glances and looked outside. Xie Zhuyu lowered his voice and said, "I recently heard that Zhou Qi is busy searching for Taoist priests all over the place. He said that Emperor Shunde wants to achieve immortality."
These factors combined are too ominous to be a sign of national demise.
It's ridiculous to ask ghosts and gods instead of asking about the common people.
"Let's hide some food in the back mountain." Song Mian thought, why doesn't she have space? If she had space, she could just throw all the supplies into it and everything would be fine.
Seeing Song Fuxue's hesitant look, Xie Zhuyu said directly: "Your father doesn't care, uncle will hide it for you!"
His situation was not very good, but he had money and connections, so it was easier for him to act than the Song family. Besides, storing grain was also a preparation for the Xie family.
Song Mian chuckled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhuyu."
After agreeing on the details, Xie Zhuyu rode away on his horse.
The setting sun spread a colorful halo in front of him, and Song Mian watched his silhouette on horseback blend into the afterglow of the sunset.
"Uncle Zhuyu, you are forced to be a playboy." Song Fuxue felt regretful when he thought about it.
He is obviously talented and skilled in martial arts, but he has to keep it to himself and act like a dandy and unruly person.
Song Mian hummed softly.
She also noticed that Xie Zhuyu was different.
This was indeed the case in those days. Even Li Bai, with his talent as a poet, could not knock on the door of the powerful and wealthy and suffered several setbacks.
The court is the biggest piece of fat meat, and everyone wants to hold on to it, so naturally they are on guard against others.
After finishing the work, I finally had time to look around the new courtyard.
The bricks and tiles are blue, and the white edges are plastered with lime to prevent insects. Everything is new and designed by myself, so everything looks pleasing to the eye.
New things are inherently beautiful.
Song Mian returned to her room and looked around. It was a beautiful room. There was a wooden bed made for her with carvings and bed curtains. Next to it was a dressing box containing rouge, powder, and hairpins.
She raised an eyebrow.
Such good quality is really rare and cannot be bought in town.
After she went out, she asked Song Fuxue where these hairpins came from.
"Your uncle Zhuyu sent it. It's okay. It's just his meal money." Distributing it in this way would prevent Zhou Qi from remembering it.
Song Mian felt a little nostalgic.
After they fell into trouble, most of their relatives and friends stopped contacting them, for fear of being contaminated and causing taboos among those in power.
In addition, they have fallen on hard times and are no longer of any use, so it is inevitable that others are unwilling to contact them.
Song Mian understood it all, but Xie Zhuyu seemed to be more loyal to him.
"Then I will go to town tomorrow, buy some more yeast, and brew some more wine for Uncle Zhuyu to drink." She said with a smile.
Song Fuxue: ...
What about him as a father?
The next time he sees Xie Zhuyu, he will definitely fight with him!
The weather was getting colder. The next morning, Song Mian felt the cold as soon as she woke up. She put on her clothes and saw a drizzle outside.
Her face suddenly lit up with joy.
"It's raining, the crops are saved." If the drought continues, the roots will dry up.
However--
Just as she was about to go back and lie down for a nap, the rain stopped.
"Oh my god! It's raining!"
Song Mian got up and washed again. The ground was not even wet, and he was a little disappointed.
It will take four fingers of rain to soak through the soil, but this little bit of rain cannot withstand the sun for a whole afternoon.
"Aunt." As soon as she went to the kitchen, she saw Wenlan busy. She was silent every day and always kept herself busy.
It seems like this can make me forget all the pain.
After Song Mian greeted everyone politely, he stretched himself.
"The house is bigger now, and the kitchen can be opened up," she sighed.
Wenlan also smiled and nodded. Before, one had to bend over to enter the thatched hut, but now one can enter with one's back straight.
"The filling is already chopped and waiting for you to mix it." She hesitated for a moment, and while packing the egg cake, she couldn't help but say, "How about you just stay home and rest, read some books, do some embroidery, and let me do this kind of thing. You're almost old enough to get married, and you're hanging out outside all day. I'm afraid it's not good for your reputation."
Privately, Wenlan didn't want to sell pies.
She was born into a wealthy family and was very concerned about her reputation, considering it more important than anything else.
But if you want to survive, you really have to make money. You will feel at ease only if you have a constant income. You can never live off your savings.
So she suppressed the discomfort in her heart.
In ancient times, there was Zhuo Wenjun who sold wine at the bar, and there was really Wenlan who set up a stall on the street.
Furthermore, she really couldn't bear to see Song Mian doing these things all the time, so she could only overcome her psychological barriers.
Unexpectedly, Song Mian didn't care at all.
"Given my family's situation, I'm afraid there's no need to talk about my marriage anymore. I'm working hard to make money and pay the single tax. We'll talk about the future later." She said with a smile.
The original body was only fourteen years old.
Talking about getting married at this age sounds like a horror story.
Wenlan hesitated for a long time, but when she saw that she was unwilling, she didn't say anything more. She said guiltily, "It was my responsibility, but you took it away."
Song Mian didn't want to argue with her about this.
She looks fourteen years old, but she is an adult inside. She is not a naive little girl and does not need to be confined in the house and loved by others.
Compared to giving up power, going out is nothing.
Song Mian pursed her lips and smiled, then moved the meat filling onto the cart. She patted Lu Jinshu's shoulder and said with a smile, "We're leaving now, Auntie. It's fine as long as you make egg cakes. Don't think too much. This family can't function without you."
Wenlan hummed.
"Erya, I'm leaving." Song Mian said hello.
Sun Erya's belly was getting bigger and bigger. She hadn't been to town to sell pan-fried dumplings recently, fearing she'd be bothered. Song Xiaoshu went there instead. He had never been in the kitchen before, but he had somehow managed to learn how to make dumplings and pan-fried dumplings.
Everyone is particularly focused on making money.
Song Xiaoshu pushed the cart and said with a smile: "Now I wear a padded jacket in the morning to wait for the cold. In a few days, I'm afraid I'll have to wear a small jacket."
Song Mian also nodded.
That's true.
Nowadays, depending on the weather, jackets are divided into padded jackets, small jackets and large jackets. Padded jackets are two layers of cloth combined together. Small jackets can be worn inside a large jacket or alone. Large jackets are very thick and are needed to cope with the coldest situations.
"I'm wearing a vest." Song Mian opened his arms and turned around.
The bodice she was wearing was made by Wenlan, and the hem and lapels were embroidered with beautiful bamboo leaves.
Song Mian likes it very much.
As they walked slowly, she also spotted a few fellow commuters, all of whom were in the same area and were heading to town at this time.
Although I don’t know him, I feel somewhat familiar with him because we have met so many times.
When she arrived in town, she headed towards Zhao Ji Cloth Shop. As soon as she arrived, she saw Zhao Bosheng lying on the second floor of the shop, staring at the direction she came from.
Song Mian waved his hand.
"Zhao Bosheng!" she greeted with a smile.
"Brother Song!" Zhao Bosheng also waved happily.
Zhao Bosheng quickly ran downstairs, excitedly helping to carry things downstairs, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, I've earned a few days!"
He said cheerfully, "There are still orders for ten taels of silver. By then, we'll have about six taels. You'll get three taels and I'll get three taels."
He was happy when it came to sharing the money.
Song Mian was also a little surprised.
"You're great that you can sell so well at the beginning," he said with a smile.
Zhao Bosheng said happily: "It's all thanks to my father. He is very capable." The Zhao family has good connections in the business world.
There are coal stoves for sale now, which is perfect for use.
Song Mian smiled and said, "Then we should give Manager Zhao another 1 or 2 taels of commission. After all, he has done his best."
Zhao Bosheng was puzzled: "He doesn't need the money."
"Even if you don't need it, you have to give it to me. It's a token of my appreciation." Song Mian said meaningfully, "If you want the horse to run, you have to let it eat grass."
Zhao Bosheng was full of doubts, but he obeyed and immediately went home with the pie in his pocket. He said with a smile, "I thought Dad has been working hard on the coal stove recently. When the order is completed, I will give you a commission of one or two taels."
"Introduction fee?" Shopkeeper Zhao immediately understood what this unusual term meant. He couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Kid, why are you so polite?"
Having said that, the way he was grinning from ear to ear made Zhao Bosheng understand that this was the right thing to do.
He placed the pie in the steamed bun basket and said with a smile, "It's freshly baked. Eat it."
Shopkeeper Zhao was already smiling happily, and now he was even happier.
"The best decision I've ever made was to bring Mr. Song's pie stall over here."
He used to be a little short of breath. As he gained weight, he inevitably had all kinds of problems. But recently he felt that his physical strength had improved a lot. After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that it was because of the pie.
He used to not like eating in the morning because he always felt dry and choked.
It was because the pie was so delicious that he ate it with a full stomach.
But now, he looks forward to sitting at the dining table every morning just for a bite of pie.
"But it's all pie all day long. How about asking Mr. Song to change it up?" Shopkeeper Zhao thought that there should be many people like him who are picky about food.
Zhao Bosheng: "You go and tell them."
Shopkeeper Zhao: "You go and tell them."
Neither of them wanted to go, fearing that it would upset Song Mian.
Who knew——
Zhao Bosheng hesitantly asked, "Mr. Song, can you add some variety? I want to eat what you cook, but I feel like I've been eating pies for so long that I'm almost turning into a pie."
"Sure." Song Mian agreed immediately.
It was indeed time to update the recipe, she thought.
She felt a little tired of selling pies, so she thought about selling meat-stuffed rolls. She saw this method in a short video and tried it. It was very fragrant and delicious.
The two kinds of meat fillings are the same and do not conflict.
It saves time and has many advantages.
First I went to Chaoqian Street to buy a steamer and a steaming cloth and got everything ready.
After thinking about it, I went to the grocery store and bought an hourglass. I was used to relying on a watch, so I really couldn't estimate the time. The steamed buns were in the steamer, and unlike the pies, they were not cooked visibly.
This is complete.
Song Mian immediately started trying to make it. He first let the dough ferment, and when it became honeycomb-shaped, he kneaded it into large white balls.
It was indeed inconvenient to update the menu when I set up a stall in the past, but now I have a small space to store things, so it is much more convenient to prepare a variety of food.
Making flower rolls was easier than she thought, especially the meat-filled flower rolls, which required the meat filling to be exposed to make them look more attractive.
You need to get up earlier to make meat-filled steamed buns.
After all, kneading the dough takes time, and letting it rest also takes time.
Song Mian got up early, brought the proofed dough to the shop, took it out of the wooden basin, and kneaded the white and plump dough to release the air. He then kneaded it into a long strip and rolled it into thin slices.
Spread the chopped meat filling on top and smooth it out. Song Mian thought for a moment and sprinkled some chopped green onions and chili peppers on it.
It adds rich colors and will make your mouth water at the first sight.
Then roll up the dough, cut it into three-finger-wide pieces, pull and twist it, and the steamed bun is ready.
Another more common way is to stack two pieces together and press them in the middle with chopsticks.
When Song Mian put the steamed buns in the pot, he felt a little nervous, fearing that the steamed buns would not look good.
She is not worried about whether it tastes good.
Just as he could smell the fragrance, the hourglass of a cup of tea had run out. Song Mian looked at Lu Jinshu and said, "Turn off the heat and let it sit for a while. It should be done."
Lu Jinshu didn't understand, but he listened to Song Mian unconditionally.
The two of them stared at the steamer while making pies.
When Zhao Bosheng came over with the basket, he couldn't help laughing when he saw the steamer: "Are you really doing it?"
He immediately thought happily that his words were indeed effective.
It can be seen that Brother Song really treats him as a brother.
"Don't worry, brother. Even if one day I have to risk my life for you, I will do it for you!" Zhao Bosheng straightened his back and was very proud.
Song Mian looked at him and smiled, then smiled too.
He is such a good boy.
"Doing something for a good brother is nothing." Song Mian said with a smile: "Eat a steamed bun, you don't need to stick your neck out."
As she spoke, she opened the steamer and placed ten steamed buns and ten pies in the small bamboo basket.
The main feature is a full and complete one.
Zhao Bosheng's lips curved slightly, and he smiled and waved at her: "Then I'll go back to the house to eat."
Now the diners arrived. Song Mian waved his hand hurriedly and quickly entertained them. It was the familiar woman with the baby. She walked over leisurely and asked with a smile, "I can smell the fragrance from far away. It doesn't smell like pie. Let me see what it is."
Song Mian opened the steamer, handed her one, and said with a smile, "Try it."
She was a regular customer, and they had a lot of feelings for each other, so she was naturally willing to give her a whole one to try.
The woman smiled and declined for a few words before taking it. After taking just one sip, her eyes lit up.
The meat filling is wrapped on the outside, and the tip of the pen is lingering with the aroma of meat and wheat, but the taste buds touch the meat filling first, which satisfies all the gluttons first, and then eat the soft steamed buns inside, which gives you a sense of security.
"Give me ten. Take some home and we can heat them up and eat them in the evening." The woman placed the order without hesitation.
Even pies taste best when they are freshly made; they become much worse when they cool down.
But flower rolls are different. Like steamed buns and steamed buns, they are naturally best eaten freshly made, but the flavor remains even when eaten hot.
As soon as she bought it, the diners who were strolling by would see it and ask if it tasted good. The woman always said it was delicious.
Song Mian was not stingy and cut the steamed bun into four pieces. He gave people a slice to try when asked. In this way, the four-layer steamer was sold out very quickly.
Much quicker than pie!
She suddenly felt a sense of fun.
Flower rolls are made so quickly. Pies have to be baked in batches, but flower rolls can be made in four baskets at a time, so they can be sold for a long time.
"Do you have any more steamed buns?" After they were sold out, someone came to ask.
"No, today is the first day, so I didn't prepare much. I'll prepare more tomorrow." Song Mian replied with a smile.
The visitor bought two pies and left with some regret.
Lu Jinshu neatly wrapped the pie in a lotus leaf and handed it over.
"Why don't you use tung oil paper?" the visitor asked.
Song Mian smiled and replied, "Lotus leaves are clean and convenient, how great! Tung oil paper is not as natural and healthy as lotus leaves."
The diner nodded, thinking that she was right.
"That's true."
"Give me ten pies." Someone else bought it.
Song Mian and Lu Jinshu were busy selling all the prepared ingredients. She felt a little tired after drinking the spiritual spring water.
Fortunately, after picking up the heavy money box, I felt happy.
She weighed it before opening it and counting the money. It was a very happy activity. Just thinking about it made her feel at ease.
"A lot of money."
Lu Jinshu was also happy.
The store sells pies, steamed buns and egg cakes, three kinds of food.
Song Mian thought it was great, as if there were more, she would be too busy to handle it.
This is the ideal state.
"A total of 1,200 copper coins, I made 600 coins this morning!" Song Mian said happily.
There is also the coal stove shop next door. She can make money without having to support it, which is also great.
Song Mian counted the money and felt very satisfied.
"Here, this is your pocket money." She counted out ten cents and handed it to Lu Jinshu.
"I don't need it." He pushed it back. "I'll keep it all for you. I don't need the money."
Song Mian tilted his head to look at him, put the money in his palm, and said gently: "No, you just run around and you will get a share of the money."
Lu Jinshu looked at her earnest eyes, pondered for a moment, and finally accepted it.
He saved them all and gave them to her when the time came.
Song Mian looked at him and smiled, her thin and fair face becoming much more lively. She frowned and said, "Eat some more weight, you've become so skinny."
Lu Jinshu suddenly became nervous: "Is it not good looking anymore?"
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