"Dinner's ready."
The noodle soup cooked in meat broth was served, and three large bowls of it were poured out.
The white, delicate dough balls looked so tempting.
Lin Mo acted as if flour was free, mixing five catties of flour in one go and cooking it.
When Miao Qingsong and Awang arrived with their retired parents, the noodle soup was just ready.
"Wow, you're even offering a meal for someone who comes to learn a skill?"
Miao Qingsong's father, Miao Shouzheng, sniffed the sweet and savory noodle soup.
The villagers don't eat white flour often, except after the year-end settlement and during the Spring Festival, when they are willing to use white flour to make dumplings.
Normally, every household eats sweet potatoes and corn porridge.
This guy made two Miao families very hungry.
"Then let's not be polite!"
He said something polite, then went into the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks, filled a bowl for himself, and squatted down by the wall to slurp and smash things.
Miao Qingsong's father, Miao Shouzheng, and Miao Wang's father, Miao Fenfa, are brothers, both in their forties.
Hearing that the Lin family had a way to make money, like making aspic, he immediately followed them after hearing his son mention it.
I come over to help out for a day, and after a day of helping out, I learn how to cook it. Then, in the evening, I carry my own roe deer home and cook it myself.
"Xiao Mo, is it really the village chief who said he wanted to buy aspic?" Miao Shouzheng, slurping his noodle soup, was still a little hesitant to believe it.
I can't believe the village chief would lead the way in speculation and profiteering.
"Yes, Dad, I'm not lying to you, it really is the village chief who accepted it," Miao Wang said happily, explaining to his father.
"We'll cook it tonight too. We'll know for sure tomorrow morning whether it's real or not."
"Yes, that's right," Miao Shouzhen thought to himself, overjoyed.
"Eighty cents a pound! If we can keep earning this much, we can burn coal for heating all winter without having to worry about saving coal."
Lin Mo thought that after finishing his meal, he would continue to take his friends into the mountains. He had to get the money for the marriage proposal by tomorrow.
At this moment, Wang Junjun, who was craving the dumpling soup but was too embarrassed to rush to eat it, had been pondering the pine cone for quite a while.
He saw that Xiaohua would first knock on the pine cones, and then use something like a spoon to pry out the pine nuts inside, or use pointed tongs to pick out the pine nuts.
Finally, crack the pine nut shells and squeeze out the pine kernels inside.
This means that every single pine nut has to be handled, making the process quite tedious.
He moved a rock from the yard, placed the pine cones on the hard rock, and started hammering the scales directly onto the rock.
Some of the scales had dried out. After rubbing and rubbing, half of the scales were rubbed away, revealing the pine nuts inside.
Then tap them again, put them in the snakeskin bag and shake them. The loosened pine nuts will fall into the snakeskin bag as they are shaken.
While observing Xiaohua's speed and comparing it with his own, he discovered that by doing it this way, he was more than twice as fast as Xiaohua.
"Brother Lin, come here for a second?" Wang Junjun whispered to Lin Mo:
"Will this method of producing pine nuts work?"
Lin Mo patiently examined his method of dismantling the tower. Hey, the young man is quite clever.
They even know how to find a faster and more efficient way.
If you let the pine cones dry in the sun for a day, the scales will dry out and become easy to knock off. It's much easier than picking them off one by one like you would with a small flower.
Lin Mo was so happy that he kept praising her:
"You're really smart; you even know how to find a solution. I should have called you over sooner."
"Keep peeling like this, the more the better, and we'll charge you four yuan a pound!"
Wang Junjun was already feeling quite pleased with himself after being praised.
I was worried that if he found a better way, he might lower the labor cost.
To my surprise, not only did the price not drop, but they even added a dollar to it.
This made him so happy that he couldn't wait to call his parents over to help with the work.
The nearly fifty sacks of pine cones he's already carried back are definitely not enough for him to dismantle the land.
"We need to get into the ridge quickly, eat quickly," Lin Mo urged Qingsong and Awang to eat faster, and then called out to Wang Junjun as well:
"You should eat your fill before you get busy."
That afternoon, the three men who ventured into the ridge tried every possible way to carry as many sacks of pine cones as possible back to the Lin family.
After all, a sack of sacks is worth a dollar.
On his third trip in the evening, Miao Qingsong, who was calculating how many one-yuan coins he had earned, simply picked up the load on his shoulders and carried twenty sacks out in one go.
Anyway, it's getting dark, and this is the last trip, so walking slowly won't hold my friends back.
Ah, I really want to own my own donkey soon.
A donkey cart can carry at least forty sacks in one trip!
Despite the hardship, I was still a little curious about what Lin Mo was going to do with this thing, having spent so much money on it.
After a lot of effort to peel it out, there was only a tiny kernel inside.
It didn't taste very good; the flavor was strange.
After finally returning home late at night after some passionate sex, Lin Mo did some settling of accounts.
Miao Wang carried 35 bags, which meant 35 yuan.
Miao Qingsong carried 40 bags, which meant 40 yuan.
What's amazing is Wang Junjun.
The price of four yuan per kilogram actually motivated him so much.
In just half a day after arriving at the Lin family's house, he managed to peel nearly 10 jin of pine nuts using his newly devised method.
That's 40 yuan. If you cook it properly and work all day, you can peel off at least 20 or 30 jin (10-15 kg).
I seriously suspect that Xiaohua was slacking off while I was away. How come she could only peel two pounds of fruit all day long?
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