Zhiyin smiled and shook her head, "No need to sell, you can just take it and use it."
After all, this is a matter that benefits the people, and the return furnace was researched and made by our ancestors. She is also a beneficiary and does not want to make money from it.
Upon hearing this, Old Huang's gaze softened even more, and he was even more pleased.
I silently remembered her kindness and made up my mind that I must not treat her unfairly.
Thinking it over, his eyes darkened slightly, and he instantly came up with a great idea.
…
The next morning, Zhiyin started simmering beef broth, and in the afternoon, she simmered goose broth, and so on...
So for almost two or three days, Huang Lao, Yao Yulin, and the others were able to eat all kinds of different kinds of noodles every day.
I slurped up the rice noodles until my mouth was sore!
They were overjoyed.
The fragrance wafted from Zhiyin's house for miles around, and whenever villagers passed by, they would sniff the air with envy.
The same goes for Uncle Zhi's family. Whenever this happens, the villagers compare their family to Uncle Zhi's family and mock them for being foolish, saying they are sending away their own good fortune.
It could drive the whole family half to their wits' end.
"Waaaah... Mom, Grandma, I want cake! I want my cousin's mutton rice noodles!"
"Will you take me to eat?"
Ever since Zhifu heard from his friends in the village that they had eaten a delicious cake at Zhiyin's house, he has been obsessed with it, throwing tantrums and begging to go eat it every day.
"Oh my, my dear grandson, look how hungry he is! That heartless girl, Zhiyin, is so cruel."
Grandma Zhi knew that her grandson had been squatting at Zhiyin's door every day like a beggar, hoping to get some food, but he had never succeeded.
My heart aches whenever I think of him coming back crying with red eyes!
But there was nothing he could do but secretly curse his confidant for being cold-blooded and heartless, and for siding with outsiders.
It's despicable that they would rather give money to someone they have no blood relation to than to their own cousin.
"It's alright, sweetie. Once your sister gets married and has money, Grandma will buy you delicious food."
"What happened to that wretched girl, Zhi Zhaodi?" Old Mrs. Zhi asked with heartache. Then she quickly looked at Aunt Zhi's eldest daughter-in-law and asked, "Where is that wretched girl, Zhi Zhaodi?"
"Quickly tell her to cook some eggs for her younger brother."
"Mother, something terrible has happened! That wretched girl, Zhi Zhaodi, has disappeared!"
…
Zhiyin has no idea what's happening here.
Finally, after Zhiyin had thoroughly tested the ingredients for each type of flour, he began to write down the recipe, including the cooking temperature and other details…
And methods for making pickled cabbage and pickled radish, corn starch, potato starch, wheat starch, etc...
Of course, in the end, these production methods were given to Xiaoya and Xiaoqin.
As the variety and scale of production continued to expand, Zhiyin also hired a young girl from the village to help with the work.
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