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Chapter 0035 The method of pickles

The old patriarch scolded him with a dark face. In Zhengjia Village, his words were authoritative and no one dared to disobey.

The central idea is that the wife of the Zheng family is a soft-hearted female Bodhisattva who cannot stand the suffering of the tribe.

At first she had strongly opposed her doing so, but she still brought the big guy to her home to settle down.

Why? That was when Nianxi and everyone went there with the same clan as Tieshan nephew, with the idea of ​​saving lives.

If you see the orphan and widowed mother think of any wrong thoughts, then he will not agree first.

The words were not very nice and very strict. First, he praised his mother vigorously, and then he acted as a black face by himself.

But this made Zheng Changsheng a little scared. What he thought was a bit too simple, and the human heart was invisible and intangible.

If there were really three or two people who were jealous of their own wealth, they would be miserable after robbing them into the mountains.

However, looking at the old and young people and women, his thoughts were immediately dispelled.

With these concerns, even if one or two young men have this idea, they will not take action.

Perhaps the old patriarch's words were a bit ugly and harsh, and the men all lowered their heads.

Why did he say that? There is a story here.

The richest man in the village, Zheng Dalang's family, took in tribe members, but these people actually became interested in seeing money.

After killing people and taking money, he went up the mountain to throw himself into Zhang Heihu, which is the lesson of the past.

How could Li Xiuying not understand the old patriarch's thoughts? But she was still willing to believe these villagers.

Everyone has old men and young men, and they will not do this.

The old patriarch's concern was a bit too much. At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, people's minds changed, and life really couldn't survive.

She once heard her husband talk about these old past events, and Zheng Dalang was not a good bird either.

He fell in love with his wife and wanted to go around with him, which angered her husband, which caused such a disaster.

She believes that human hearts are full of flesh.

Who would treat himself like this to his family if he is so devoutly and kind to his blind dates?

Later facts proved that my mother was right, and the old patriarch was a little overwhelmed, but his original intention was good.

I would like to remind these people to be content with oneself and not to have bad thoughts.

After the training, the old patriarch was very polite and ate half a bowl of rice with oil residue before wiping his mouth and sitting down to drink tea.

Zheng Changsheng was sitting on the old patriarch's lap at this moment and was hugged by him.

He stroked the old patriarch's beard with his little hands, making the old patriarch very happy.

The old patriarch was filled with emotion. It would be great if this child was his own grandson. He would be a little angry when he thought of his grandson.

A seven or eight-year-old child is not well written, and he always thinks about this and wants to run over.

Zheng Changsheng knew that if he wanted to succeed in the village, he had to smooth the old patriarch.

This is a good opportunity to flatter, how can you let it go?

Sure enough, his innocent actions made the old clan Changle's mouth unable to close.

Suddenly he changed his subject: "Grandpa, are there any masters in the village who can pickle pickles?"

The old patriarch took a sip on Zheng Changsheng's pink and tender little face with his mouth: "Why did Brother Sheng ask this?

I dare not be a master, but when I was a child, I worked as an apprentice in the county pickle shop.”

Zheng Changsheng and Coke were so beautiful. Unexpectedly, he just said that the pickles sent by the old patriarch of the family were so delicious.

"Grandpa, I see it in the book"

But before he could finish speaking, the old patriarch's face changed and he made a gesture of banning voices.

All the books are great questions, and they are all secrets of the Zheng family.

Yesterday, the county magistrate was about to leave the pulley pattern with nothing, which made him very dissatisfied.

In his consciousness, the son of the son's mind was all about the treasures of the ancestors of the Zheng family.

How can you let others get rid of it and learn it secretly?

The county magistrate couldn't afford to offend him, and he couldn't resist it, but it would be impossible to hear these people who didn't know a single word.

In the ear room behind the Zheng family courtyard, the old patriarch and Li Xiuying sat opposite each other.

They listened attentively to Zheng Changsheng's little mouth talk about how to make pickles.

The old patriarch's mouth was so upset. This was simply the best way to make a fortune. It also found a way for the young and strong people in the village to support themselves.

In the early Ming Dynasty, salt, iron, tea and horses were sold by officials, especially salt, a necessity for people's livelihood. If someone dared to smuggle and sell it, then the cowherd Lao Zhu would not recognize her relatives.

The son-in-law Ouyang Lun was cut off his head. Old Zhu would rather his daughter be widowed than tolerate private sales. This is a sensation?

The price of official salt is not low, so most ordinary people eat pickled vegetables. A piece of pickled vegetables can be eaten for three or two days.

There is a very saving family who can eat a bowl of rice with a salty taste in their mouths. Although it is a bit exaggerated, this is the fact.

Although the price of pickles is higher than salt, it is still more cost-effective than buying salt.

Therefore, pickles were very popular at this time. Not only the people, but also the families of officials, but even the royal family, there were pickles and foods for meals.

However, the old patriarch has never heard of the method of making pickles that Zheng Changsheng mentioned. This is the first time he has heard of.

Why do you have to use sweet noodle sauce? What is sweet noodle sauce?

But just hearing the sweet word in the name, you know it must be something extremely profound.

Zheng Changsheng looked at the reactions of his mother and the old patriarch and knew that he had surpassed him again.

The method of searching for pickles that can be found everywhere in later generations seems to be a mess at this time.

Well, no matter what, the most awesome Liubiju pickled vegetables appeared in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. It would be okay to give him a little in advance with his arrival, right?

The sweet noodle sauce is made of flour fermented twice, which is not something unfathomable in his eyes, but when it comes to the old patriarch and his mother, it feels like a treasure.

The old patriarch looked serious,

"Brother, who else have you told me about this?"

Zheng Changsheng shook his head: "Grandpa, this is the first time I talked about this today. Except for you and your mother, no one else told me."

"That's good, don't spread it outside. This is a book written by my ancestors of Zheng, and it must not be controlled by outsiders." The old patriarch said earnestly.

Suddenly the old patriarch's face turned cold and took a breath of cold air and said, "Child, I can know the sweet noodle sauce. But you can make the fine salt you said in person.

Even Xiaoqi and the big man should not tell him. You should know that if someone sues him to the government and you will make salt privately, it is a crime of beheading."

If you want pickles to taste delicious, you must use fine salt without impurities. At this time, there are too many impurities for coarse salt, and generally the ones sold have a kind of bitterness.
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