Ling Jiheng got up early in the morning and went to Tinglan Courtyard and Zhegui Courtyard to check the situation.
Seeing that the yamen runners had not gotten up yet, he told the servants to be quiet, prepare hot water, and wait for them to get up before taking them to Rongsiyuan for dinner.
Aunt Taohua prepared two large bowls of tofu pudding this morning, enough for the Ling family. It had pickles, soybeans, dried shrimp, and cilantro.
It’s all thanks to the folding flower stand, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this fresh and tender food.
Ling Jiheng said a few words to Aunt Taohua and then went out. Although it was still dark, the villagers of Qingshan Village were already up and working.
Ling Jiheng first told Song Lizheng about the situation of the yamen runners, and then under his leadership, he checked the preparations of the people in Qingshan Village.
Those who were quick had already prepared the flower beds and substrate, but the shed had not yet been erected.
Ling Jiheng no longer had time to wait for them, and even planned to ask Lou Erliang to install the doors and windows of the house.
He asked Song Lizheng to call everyone to a meeting, briefly explained that he would be going to the provincial capital in two days, and then demonstrated on the spot how to prepare the matrix.
"Pay attention to disinfection, otherwise the seeds inside will compete with the mushrooms for nutrients. Go back and prepare the substrate first. My wife and I will come over to plant the seeds in the evening."
Everyone said they understood, but they were a little worried.
"Master Ling, we have written down the steps. What if one of them doesn't work?"
"Wait until I come back and plant again. You guys plant them first. If the mushrooms grow quickly, pick them and dry them. We in Qingshan Village should wait until it snows to sell them together. Don't sell them too early or they'll undercut you by lowering your price."
Song Lizheng also emphasized: "Listen to Ji Heng. If anyone dares to break the rules, be careful that the whole village will punish you. Whether you can make money depends on this winter. Everyone, be alert!"
Ling Jiheng nodded and strode away. When he caught sight of Cao Dashan, he explained the situation to him with a sense of guilt.
Unexpectedly, Cao Dashan didn't care at all: "Well, it's okay. Brother Erliang introduced some business to me some time ago!"
Ling Jiheng patted the other person's shoulder and said nothing. But Cao Dashan knew that Ling Jiheng would not treat him unfairly.
After a brief stroll through the village, Ling Jiheng returned to his large, blue-brick, tiled house. The city officials had already risen, washed up, and arrived at Rongsiyuan, drinking tofu pudding.
People in Youzhou City also have the habit of drinking tofu pudding, but Aunt Taohua's is so tender and fragrant that after drinking a bowl, they want another one.
The old lady was hospitable and hurriedly asked the other party to continue. Her family could drink at any time, and if the yamen runners were unhappy with their stay, they might cause trouble for their grandson.
In this way, several yamen runners made a large pot, without even bringing the fried dough sticks and buns for them to eat.
Far from being angry, the Ling family kept asking if it was enough, which made the yamen runners feel embarrassed.
"Oh, Heng'er is back. Taohua, do you have any tofu pudding left? Hurry up and serve the second young master some rice!"
Zhang Taohua said "Hey" and went into the kitchen. She handed the last bowl, which she had specially prepared, to Ling Jiheng, and then went back to the kitchen to cook noodles.
Ling Jiheng didn't hesitate to eat at the table, and then suggested taking the yamen runners for a walk up the mountain.
Chang Wan was itching to go on a business trip after all this trouble. After a few seconds of hesitation, he agreed.
As the group left, the Ling family's smiles instantly faded. Although they knew the other party wouldn't do anything to them, it was still tiring to maintain their enthusiasm for so long.
Now that people are gone, they can relax a little.
Chi Xingyue slept until noon and woke up. When he opened his eyes, he found himself still locked in the room and felt numb all over.
But there was no need to worry. After all, there were two doors in the house, so I could always go out.
He flashed into the space, went to the big kitchen, drank a bowl of bird's nest porridge, ate two steamed buns, and then strolled around.
The scenery in the space remained the same. Chi Xingyue picked a dozen sweet crisp dates, walked around the mountain again, took down the bag for collecting Ganoderma lucidum spores, and then returned to the village committee compound.
Looking at the watch, it was almost noon, but Ling Jiheng had not returned yet.
Chi Xingyue couldn't stay any longer, so she put on her cotton jacket, tied up her hair, opened the small door leading to the ear room from the west room, and gently pulled the rope on the wall, and the bell at the second-pillar door rang.
He hurried over to open the door and asked Chi Xingyue in a flattering manner, "Madam, are you hungry? We're having noodles for lunch today. I'll bring them to you right away!"
He walked very quickly and seemed to be very concerned about Chi Xingyue.
In fact, he felt a little guilty because the second young master told him to wake up his wife to eat at the end of the morning hour, and he had already done it.
Now he just hopes his wife won’t sue him, otherwise, he will be in trouble.
Chi Xingyue didn't understand what was going on, so he stretched and went to the east room to wait for dinner.
After chatting with Shu Muyun for a few sentences, I learned that Ling Jiheng had gone up the mountain.
"These are just a few yamen runners, but they've made our family so nervous. If a county magistrate comes, won't there be an uproar?"
Chi Xingyue touched his nose and thought to himself, you don’t know the identity of the person wearing armor yesterday, otherwise you would have opened the bed to welcome him, burned incense and set up tripods?
But he also understood the mentality of the Ling family. After being exiled, they were cautious in everything, fearing that they would be caught.
No one dared to call themselves a wealthy Jiangnan businessman, let alone confront officials head-on. The Ling family just wanted to live out the rest of their lives in peace and stability.
Chi Xingyue agreed with a smile, and not long after, Erzhu came in.
After serving food to the group, Chi Xingyue finished eating with her parents-in-law and chatted for a while before returning to the room to rest.
You can still enter from the ear room and lock the two doors from the inside.
I slipped into the space and rested on the small bed in the dormitory. My phone was playing a drama on the bedside table, and I soon fell into a daze.
Unfortunately, Chi Xingyue woke up after only ten minutes. She made her bed and prepared to go to the kitchen to make something delicious.
The canned yellow peaches I made last time are finished. This time I can use spiritual spring water to boil some to increase the flavor while nourishing the body.
There's also bird's nest, which I can soak and stew. Regardless of whether it's nutritious or not, it's expensive, and there's a reason why it's expensive. I can't just leave it there and let it sit there.
In addition, Chi Xingyue found a few pieces of tender corn, which might have been cut by the chef to make soup.
Don’t boil the soup now, just cook it. I haven’t eaten it for a long time and I’m so craving it.
Oh, and there are potatoes and sweet potatoes. Last time I said I'd dig them up to see what they looked like, but I kept holding back. This time...
I’m too lazy to move this time, so I’ll just eat what’s ready in the kitchen!
Chi Xingyue washed a few sweet potatoes and put them in the oven, set the timer for forty-five minutes, cut the potatoes into strips, and prepared to make French fries.
Also, wash and split the chestnuts, and stir them with oil.
After the sweet potatoes are baked, put them in to heat. When they are cooked, brush them with a layer of sugar water and continue baking. In the end, you will have a simple version of sugar-roasted chestnuts.
I don’t know what’s going on, but she’s particularly greedy today and seems like she can’t eat enough.
Chi Xingyue was afraid of indigestion, so she kept holding it in. But when the corn was cooked, she couldn't resist the delicious smell any longer.
Sitting on the chair where the chef usually rests, I chewed the tender corn. It was sweet and a little sticky, and tasted great.
Chi Xingyue reluctantly picked out a piece and put it in the bowl, ready to give it to Ling Jiheng to try. The rest was hers, and she could refresh it after eating it.
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