Su Jiaoniang went to Madam Feng to inquire, but by the time Madam Feng came out, the person who stood out from the crowd was no longer visible.
Then the ribbon-cutting ceremony began. A crowd gathered outside the shop, firecrackers were set off, and the hired circus began their lion dance performance. The young children around them crowded together to pick up the unburned firecrackers from the ground.
Customers who longed for cakes lined up and walked into each shop.
The cake sellers were all trained by Madam Feng according to Su Jiaoniang's requirements, and their quality was excellent.
Everyone's long hair was wrapped up, ensuring the floor was spotless and completely hair-free. The first impression upon entering was its cleanliness, and who wouldn't love clean and delicious food?
Su Jiaoniang and Madam Feng watched the sales from behind the storefront, their smiles growing wider.
Most passersby, if they have some spare cash, will buy a piece of cake for themselves, their children, or their elderly relatives. They'll always taste it, and no one will leave empty-handed.
After all, cake is something that people of all ages and genders enjoy eating.
"It's settled!" Su Jiaoniang and Madam Feng exchanged a glance, both very satisfied with the shop's condition.
The sky gradually darkened.
Su Jiaoniang headed back to the village.
Outside Sweetwater Village, Chang Dali stood beside Lu Futu: "Boss, I saw that Jun Chaoyang you mentioned come to Lucheng and stay at the Yunlai Inn!"
"I understand. Go back and rest. You don't need to worry about the rest." Lu Futu said, and Chang Dali walked towards the county town.
As he passed the village entrance, he was spotted by the sharp-eyed Lu Congrong.
Lu Congrong ran towards Chang Dali: "You scoundrel, give me back my money!"
Hearing the shouts behind him, Chang Dali ran even faster. If he didn't run quickly, would they really give him the money?
Su Jiaoniang happened to pass by at this time. She originally intended to greet Chang Dali, but when she heard Lu Congrong's mournful words, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes. She wondered how the honest and simple Chang Dali had become involved with Lu Congrong.
Lu Congrong, who was cursing, saw Su Jiaoniang, snorted, and walked home.
Su Jiaoniang shrugged, too lazy to pay attention to Lu Congrong.
When she returned home, she saw two large baskets in the yard, filled to the brim with persimmons, the bright red persimmons were ice-cold.
"Mommy, this was sent by Uncle Huang Erlan." The little girl came out, washed a persimmon, and started eating it.
Su Jiaoniang stared at the persimmons in the basket and suddenly wanted to eat dried persimmons. The recipe for dried persimmons was simple. She was grateful to Xiaohongshu in her past life for letting her know the specific steps even though she had never made dried persimmons before.
What a wonderful era it will be in the future!
For a moment, Su Jiaoniang, who had a bright red star hidden in her heart, was lost in thought.
She started peeling the persimmons with Xiaoya, but Xiaoya was still a bit inaccurate when using the kitchen knife. At this moment, Su Jiaoniang suddenly thought of the peeling tool used in later generations, which could be used to peel apples and potatoes. She thought it could be used to peel persimmons as well.
Thinking this, he asked Xiaoya to bring him paper and pen, drew the peeler on the paper, and went to find Zhang Mugen.
When Zhang the blacksmith saw Su Jiaoniang, he asked, "How's your jianbing guozi? What brings you here today?"
"Business is quite good. Uncle Zhang, can you make this?" Su Jiaoniang opened the scroll in her hand. The peeler was very simple, and Zhang the blacksmith could make it in less than a day.
“No problem, I’ll have Gouhua bring it to you tomorrow,” Zhang Mugen said.
Su Jiaoniang took out some silver from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Mugen.
Zhang Mugen refused to accept it no matter what.
“Girl, you’re not up to par. Do you know the blacksmithing techniques we used last time? The magistrate has already given me the weapons the county government needs. That deal made me a lot of money. You taught me the blacksmithing and forging methods without asking for any money, so I can’t ask you for money now.”
Unable to refuse, Su Jiaoniang decided to send some more to the Zhang family once her family had made their own persimmon cakes.
"Dad, I'm back," Zhang Sanzhu's voice rang out.
Looking up, I saw Su Jiaoniang standing in the courtyard.
Zhang Sanzhu, dressed in clothes stained with pig's blood, immediately hid his hands behind his back. At that moment, he didn't know what to say.
He wanted to greet Su Jiaoniang, but the words stuck in his throat.
He no longer obeyed her commands.
Seeing this, Zhang the blacksmith sighed. The Zhang family were all rough men, usually carefree and easygoing. How could they have produced such a devoted lover as Sanzhu?
Troublesome!
"Sanzhu is back," Su Jiaoniang greeted him with a smile.
We're all neighbors and fellow villagers; we can't let our relationship become too strained.
"I...I have something to tell you!" Sanzhu pursed his lips, looked at Su Jiaoniang's face, and forced himself to say what was on his mind.
Su Jiaoniang nodded, her back stiffening slightly; this was a tricky matter for her as well.
She hadn't yet learned how to refuse someone without hurting or saddening them.
Logically speaking, she could have solved the problem simply by portraying herself as someone who deeply loved her deceased husband.
However, she had already used this reason, and when dealing with someone with pure and genuine feelings, she had to refuse seriously, because feelings are not something to be toyed with.
Sanzhu is a very good person. After she used her "deep love for her deceased husband" persona to reject him last time, Sanzhu cooperated very well and never took the initiative to get close to her again. He has been living his life quietly ever since.
Since we've met this time, let's just talk it out.
The two walked one after the other to the edge of the village. Sanzhu stopped and said, "I... I still like you. Brother Lu has been dead for so long. If you marry me, I will treat you well."
Sanzhu closed his eyes and spoke his mind. After speaking, he turned his back, his whole body covered in sweat, not daring to look at Su Jiaoniang at all.
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