Chapter 95: Mansion Transformed into Workshop
Qingshi Town.
Lu Mansion.
The new house that my mother picked up for free.
This is Jiang Miaomiao's first time here.
At this moment, the little baby was climbing in crookedly by climbing onto the threshold.
Don't ask Aunt Xiuxiu for help.
She wanted to go in by herself.
But the threshold of the mansion was too high, not even reaching her knees.
You can only crawl.
Xiuxiu could only use her hands to protect her on both sides, not too far away, for fear that she would roll down from the threshold.
Stubborn little baby!
Jiang Miaomiao used all her strength and finally crawled in.
She saw her mother walking towards her from a distance.
The little baby grinned and staggered towards her mother, reaching out her hand.
“Mother…Mother…”
Her mother just squatted there, not moving, with her arms outstretched waiting for her to come over.
Then he picked her up, kissed her on the head, and pinched her little face, "Miaomiao, were you good today?"
"good……"
The little baby made a baby sound and rubbed against his mother's arms.
Is there any kid in the world who is more obedient than her?
Then Aunt Xiuxiu started to dismantle her stage.
"Sister, the little one wants me to carry her up a tree and even to carry her on my back while horseback riding!"
Jiang Miaomiao: “…”
Aunt Xiuxiu is good in every way, except for one thing...
How come she never tells a lie in front of her mother?
"Hahaha……"
Lu Qingyao burst into laughter. "We can't let her do whatever she wants. She wants to climb trees when she's little. When she grows up, she'll definitely want to fly to the sky!"
She knows her little girl's temperament very well.
It was only a few months old, but it didn't cry when it was kidnapped. It wasn't afraid of seeing people who were turned into black bears, and it even dared to hold people's hands!
I also like watching people fight...
Jiang Miaomiao blinked and looked around.
Why...why is there a faint strange smell...
Whose eggs are rotten?
"Sister, what's that smell? It stinks." Xiuxiu pinched her nose.
Little Miaomiao didn't pinch her nose. This smell was a little familiar...
Lu Qingyao smiled and said, "The pickled bamboo shoots we made are ripe. I'm opening the jar to check the taste."
"I see. Let's go and take a look." Xiuxiu has also eaten dishes made with sour bamboo shoots, and she also likes to use bamboo shoots in cooking.
But the smell of sour bamboo shoots is too strong now.
I think all the jars were opened at the same time.
Jiang Miaomiao was also curious about how her mother's business had been doing over the past few months.
Does she have any hope of becoming a rich second generation?
Nestled in my mother's arms, I smelled her unique scent, mixed with the wonderful flavor of sour bamboo shoots.
She turned her little head and looked around.
A lot of people.
Lots of bamboo shoots.
Lots of mushrooms...
Oh! My mother actually turned the mansion into a workshop!
If Miss Qi knew about this, she would probably be pissed to death...haha...
This is a large house with three courtyards, and east and west courtyards. Outside the house there are many rockery and lush flowers and trees.
The courtyard outside the hanging flower gate is where the villagers who come and go trade bamboo shoots and mushrooms.
There were rows of horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts parked outside the yard.
The yard was filled with baskets of bamboo shoots and mushrooms.
Sister Qiaoer led the girls and boys in the village to weigh bamboo shoots for the villagers.
Since the school opened in the village, not only children, but also interested girls and boys would take time to learn to read and write.
The rest of the time I come here to help with temporary work.
Jiang Miaomiao thought that girls in ancient times never went out of the house.
It turned out that she was overthinking it.
This may be the case for wealthy ladies, but there are not so many formalities for girls and boys from farming families.
No one will say anything as long as you are not alone in a room.
At this moment, all the girls rolled up their sleeves and packed bamboo shoots in the back room. They were responsible for sorting the bamboo shoots, putting the big bamboo shoots into baskets and taking them away, and collecting the small and defective bamboo shoots and moving them into the inner courtyard.
The boys were responsible for weighing the bamboo shoots in the yard.
Sister Qiao'er used the abacus to calculate weights, keep accounts, and settle accounts...
He took a few steps through the hanging flower gate and entered the second courtyard.
The yard was full of aunts, grannies and young wives from Taoxi Village.
Peeling bamboo shoots, cutting bamboo shoots, boiling bamboo shoots, drying bamboo shoots...
Proceeding in an orderly manner.
There are also people who carefully put straw into bamboo baskets and put mushrooms in them.
For some reason, Jiang Miaomiao felt that there were very few types of mushrooms, only a few types that were non-toxic.
For example, chicken mushroom, shiitake mushroom, matsutake mushroom...
It seems that my mother is still very cautious.
Enter the three courtyards and the east and west courtyards.
It's just a sour smell...
It's sour bamboo shoots.
There are aunts and ladies pickling sour bamboo shoots, merchants checking the taste, and experienced women making bamboo shoots.
The entire back room was filled with jars of pickled bamboo shoots.
That taste is so sour and refreshing!
Looking out from the side of the house through the stained glass window.
It was a large white area filled with densely dried bamboo shoots.
I don’t know what this garden looked like in the past, but now it is a bamboo shoot workshop.
A middle-aged man in gorgeous brocade clothes walked towards me with a smile on his face.
"Boss Lu, you're finally here! Your bamboo shoot pickles are amazing! They taste amazing! I'd like a hundred jars first..."
"I want fifty jars too..."
"Sixty altars..."
The sounds continued.
Jiang Miaomiao and Xiuxiu were both dumbfounded.
Are these sour bamboo shoots so popular?
Then I heard my mother say to the middle-aged man, "Thank you all for your kindness, shopkeepers. How about each of you take ten jars home and try them out first? If you feel better, come back and try again."
"Okay, you have to keep a hundred jars for Yipinju anyway, and we can take them to Jiangzhou someday." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Lu Qingyao nodded. "That's fine. Shopkeepers, take it home and try it out. If it sells well, ask someone to let me know and I'll send someone to deliver it to your door."
She was grateful in her heart. These people were the owners of major restaurants and hotels in Jiangzhou, and some were even from the capital.
All of them were customers brought to her by Manager Jin.
She almost ordered all the pickled bamboo shoots she had in stock.
Yipinju.
Jiang Miaomiao was well-known to her mother and uncle. They often heard that the shopkeeper Jin of Yipinju was an honest man.
Never find fault, never bargain, keep promises, and be straightforward.
She rolled her eyes and looked at the man.
He is tall and has an ordinary appearance, giving people a serious and steady feeling.
Shopkeeper Jin's gaze also fell on the delicate face of the little baby, with a hint of surprise.
"Mr. Lu, is this your little girl? What a blessing!"
As he spoke, the man took a food box and a small wooden box from the servant. "These are some snacks and small things my wife prepared for the children..."
"Hurry up and thank your uncle!" Lu Qingyao lowered her eyes and looked at her little girl.
Although her little girl can't speak clearly, she is very cute.
"uncle……"
Jiang Miaomiao called out sweetly.
This uncle is a big sponsor of her family and he also gave her a gift. How could it not be sweet to call him that?
Naturally, my mother also returned the gift.
I gave Uncle Jin a wooden box of chicken mushrooms and said, "Take them back and make soup for my sister-in-law. They were just picked and are very fresh."
"Okay, I'd be remiss not to take this good thing."
Jiang Miaomiao saw the uncle accepting the chicken mushrooms with a smile, and she could tell at a glance that the chicken mushrooms in this basket were of top quality.
They are big and have not yet opened. They are all stuck in the soil and covered with soft grass.
If you keep it in the soil and sprinkle some water on it from time to time, it may still grow.
It can stay fresh for at least seven days.
It seemed like Sister Qiao'er in the front yard was calling her mother, and then little Miaomiao fell into Aunt Xiuxiu's arms.
Shopkeeper Jin whispered to his confidant beside him, "Hurry up and send these chicken mushrooms and bamboo shoots to the capital. If anyone asks, just say everything is fine here..."
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