Chapter 262 Too Many

Before noon, Mrs. Yang and the others had replaced all the things they had brought, and there was enough milk on the floor. Mrs. Yang waved her hand.

"No more."

"If you don't collect it, it won't be transported," Mrs. Yang explained. "You can't put too much in the car, otherwise there will be a bump and it will take two trips."

"It's not less than my share." The woman from the village waiting at the front showed a hearty smile. She was tall and strong, firmly blocking the rest of the people behind her.

"My family has many animals. We have these today, and tomorrow's ones will come again. Although it is cold now, it won't last long. If it is made into cheese, we can eat it slowly."

Mrs. Yang looked embarrassed.

The woman lowered her voice: "I'll give you thirty coins."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, someone started to argue: "Ms. Dongzan, you are doing something wrong."

Dongzan Niang waved her hands to everyone: "Do I raise more animals than you? Why are you so anxious? When my milk is ready, why don't I give it to you to eat?"

In other words, the people in Fengxia Village have already thought of this and will not compete with them for the price of milk.

The donkey cart was pulling a lot of furs. When the furs were removed, they all contained cans of milk.

Because they are all made of milk, lest anyone think that buying cheese is more appropriate than buying milk.

Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Cao returned to the village first.

Anyway, that’s what it means, you can call it whatever you want.

The two of them put it in their mouths and tasted it.

Only then did the old and young come back to their senses and immediately reached out to move it.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Old Mrs. Yang ordered, "Move all the milk to my kitchen. This is for making cheese for others."

In half an hour, the East Village found out what the people in the West Village were doing for food, and the milk was given to them by the people in the village to make that food.

"We are all afraid that they will be targeted," Bai Yuwei said, "let Dongzan and Cha Shuo go with us."

Mrs. Yang said cruelly: "I can only collect three more clay pots."

After a long while, Mrs. Bai said: "Milk is expensive and hard to come by outside. Most of the ones that can be bought are sold in the village. They sell it this way, so it won't delay us from selling milk."

Mr. Song wanted to ask, but when he saw this, he shut his mouth tightly. Looking at Mrs. Yang's look, it was as if he knew everything...

Bai Yuwei nodded: "They are all packed in earthen jars. They have to take them back for cooking. They can't put too much on the donkey cart. If they are not protected during the journey and get damaged, they will lose money."

As we talked, everyone stopped making noise.

…

…

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Using so much milk, it's delicious..."

It's a pity that so little has been done.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xuejing asked.

There was a lot of noise from the old ladies returning to the village, which alerted Mr. Song. Mr. Song asked Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanbao to help him out to see what was going on. After standing there for a moment, Mr. Song frowned.

Bai also nodded: "The Feng family is here, we should make more preparations. We can't be like before, without the slightest ability to fight back."

The small kitchen in the Zhao family is about to be filled.

Mrs. Bai raised her eyebrows slightly. The people in Fengxia Village should not have thought of this. They were only thinking about using this craft to make money, but they didn't know that for the village, this thing might solve the problem that had been bothering her.

"It's not a big deal," Mrs. Bai looked at Bai Yuwei, "If there are still people in the village who want to do it, use our animals to help send them to the village."

Dongzanniang bent down and lifted up the pottery pot on the ground. The pottery pot was much bigger than what Mrs. Yang had collected before.

"There's also milk..."

Mrs. Yang collected the 500 yuan and simply stopped staying. She packed up the car and left. She was right. They had to make two or three trips to transport so much milk.

Are you done with today’s work?

Zhao Xuejing raised his head and looked at the sun. How long had it been since they arrived? Has the sun not risen yet, or is it about to set? Why can't he figure it out clearly?

…

Cao Cheng was stunned for a long time before walking back.

"Here, I'll give you five hundred coins."

However, Mrs. Bai feels that cheese is not only good for this reason. Fengxia Village makes the cheese very dry, so it will not go bad if left for a while.

Just mentioning it makes people hungry.

Over there in the East Village.

Bai Yuwei heard this and walked out happily.

Everyone was talking, but inadvertently, several children came to the donkey cart and drooled.

Mrs. Bai asked: "How much does their cheese cost?"

Fengxia Village.

Bai Yuwei's eyes lit up: "Is that okay?"

You can take it away at any time if something unexpected happens in the future, and you can also keep it to satisfy your hunger on the road.

Dongzan Niang looked at Mrs. Yang again.

This time Mrs. Bai didn't say anything. Mrs. Bai smiled and said, "Why not? Just go and make arrangements."

The children also came out to watch the fun. This time Gao Li was using a few houses for the emigrants, so the emigrants simply took the road at the entrance of East Village back.

Cao Cheng paused for a moment and said: "My mother said that she and the Yang family's aunt are going back. The two of them will catch a car first, and when they get home, they will find some people to come back again..."

When there was no one else in the room, Ms. Bai looked at Granny Bai and said, "Do you want to make all the milk in the village into cheese?"

Mrs. Bai nodded: "Let Fengxia Village do it first, and we will see how this cheese is. If it is really good, there is no need to send it here and there. If you want, just find a place in the village to give it to them."

Cao Cheng and others were still busy busy when they heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw my mother. He immediately put down his work and walked to my mother.

"A Yang said that this won't go bad if you keep it for a long time," Bai Yuwei said. "Her grandmother helped the rich family. The rich family knew that they were coming to Taozhou and gave them a few pieces. They were reluctant to eat them on the way.

, the cheese isn’t bad either.”

The half-grown boy who was guarding the village helped his elders come out to have a look.

Cao Chengdao: "Aunt Yang and my mother have collected a lot of milk to make cheese, and they can't carry it away in one cart, so... we have to make a second trip, and... their work is finished today."

Mr. Song began to wonder, didn't Mrs. Yang and the others go to sell shoe soles? Why did they get such things back?

When Mrs. Yang saw Mr. Song, she immediately nodded to Mr. Song as a good news to Mr. Song. After all, Sister Luo got the recipe for this cheese from Mr. Song.

The milk I brought back this time was just a little more than before.

If Cha Shuo hadn't given it away, Cha Shuo's mother's milk wouldn't have been able to make cheese.

There are many livestock in the village, and there is a lot of cow's milk and goat's milk every day, all of which can be made into cheese and stored.

Bai continued: "No wonder Dunzhu ran out just now. It turns out he wanted to buy this."

As soon as these words came out, everyone hugged the clay pot tighter.

"so much……"

People who have been together for so many years, even if Mrs. Bai hadn't thought of this just now, she could probably guess it now after seeing Mrs. Bai's appearance.

These people are interesting.

"To make a jar like this," Bai Yuwei put her hands together and made a rough comparison, "just take the milk yourself and add twenty cents."

After a while, Mrs. Bai nodded: "It's quite delicious." It tasted more fragrant after being cooked in this way. The taste was a bit familiar but I had never tasted it before. In short, after eating one piece, I wanted to have another piece.

This is what Zhao Luoyang and Mrs. Yang said.

"Okay, okay."

Bai Yuwei handed the cheese in her hands to Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Bai: "This is what A Yang and the others made. It's called cheese."

Zhao Xuejing didn't understand: "What do you mean by coming again?"

"How much you spend depends on how much cheese you want to make. If you sell it alone, it will be expensive. The small piece just now costs ten cents. This is still the price of selling it in the village. It will cost more than twenty cents outside."

Mrs. Bai looked at Bai Yuwei: "They don't accept it because the milk is not good enough to take back to the village?"

"Be careful," Mrs. Cao hurriedly warned, "if it spills, we can't afford to pay for it."

When Mrs. Cao heard this, her whole body froze, and the penny in her hand fell to the ground.

Mrs. Cao gave her instructions and turned around to leave.

As soon as he said this, everyone laughed.

He asked again, wouldn't that be a shame?

Mrs. Bai hasn't spoken yet.

As a result, more people saw the things pulled by donkey carts in the West Village.

Someone couldn't bear it and said: "How about we go buy some and try it?"

Old Mrs. Yang didn't care about that. She was afraid of losing the milk, so she counted it carefully over and over again, and then like an old hen hatching chicks, she sat in front of the kitchen to protect these things.

A pair of eyes looked out from time to time, and finally saw the figure of her little granddaughter. Mrs. Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up and grabbed her little granddaughter.

"Hurry up, go and have a look," Old Mrs. Yang said, "How can you handle this much milk?"
Chapter completed!