Early on the next morning, Song Qiu sent out her only two mule carts. She drove one, with Lin Dayou and six other people sitting on it.
Another cart was driven by Du Chuanfu, carrying a cart full of starch dried in the workshop. Some had been dried and bagged, and some were half dry, not much different. These were taken to Zhuangzi to be dried.
The village is spacious, and if you spread it evenly in the sun, it will dry faster.
From now on, the same amount of starch produced in the workshop would be sent to Zhuangzi by Du Chuanfu every day.
The distance from Songshan Village to the farm in Huangjia Village is only ten miles, and the mule-cart can go quickly and can be reached in less than half an hour.
On the way, we passed Yanghuai Village first and saw Yuan Cheng and his wife waiting at the intersection from a distance.
This was what I had agreed with Yuan Hua last night. I asked him to go home and bring a message to Yuan Cheng. If he is willing to go to Zhuangzi to work, he can just wait here early this morning.
Song Qiu hurriedly greeted the two of them to get in the car, then entered Huangjia Village and went up to the farm.
When we arrived at the farm, we asked Lin Desheng and his wife to arrange their accommodation. The four women lived in two rooms, and Lin and his wife lived in one room, living in a reverse room in the front yard.
There are a total of six rooms on both sides. Lin Desheng and his wife live in one room, Wang Guizhuang and Tian Ping live in one room, and there are four rooms left. In this room, there is an extra room, which is enough.
At that time, if Yuan Cheng and his wife are afraid of trouble coming and going, they can live here.
But Song Qiu thought that Yanghuai Village was right across the street, and it only took a quarter of an hour, so they probably still had to go back and forth every day.
Sure enough, when I asked Yuan Cheng, he directly said that it would be better to go back every day.
The accommodation has been arranged, and the changes of clothes and other things brought by several people have been put in. There is a simple bed in this reverse room, and there are also ordinary beddings. You can sleep directly at night without worrying.
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Song Qiu took a total of ten people, including Lin Desheng and Ma, straight to the kitchen.
After spending a lot of time demonstrating and leading everyone to make a pot of vermicelli, Song Qiu let everyone understand how to make the vermicelli, and then divided the work among the ten people.
Aunt Laifu, Aunt Li Hua and Aunt Yunfeng are responsible for kneading and kneading the starch.
Yuan Cheng, Lin Desheng and Lin Dayou were responsible for beating the starch balls into strips and putting them in the pot.
Sister-in-law Xiuqin and Aunt Dayou were responsible for looking after the pot. The vermicelli in the pot was cooked, taken out, put into a bucket of cold water, cut and distributed.
In the last step, Mr. Xiang and Mr. Ma are responsible for spreading the vermicelli.
There is a large bamboo forest at the top of the mountain. People of all ages have cut it down, and they have set up bamboo poles everywhere in the outer and inner courtyards for drying vermicelli. It couldn't be more comfortable.
Everyone understood their division of labor and immediately got busy.
The daily food at Zhuangzi is rounded, and when Du Chuanfu delivers starch, he will also deliver vegetables, meat and grain to ensure that there is meat to eat. In this regard, it is the same as in the workshop, and Song Qiu will not treat everyone badly.
As for the people to cook, there are only two people, Ma and Xiang. The process of drying vermicelli can free up time to cook three meals a day. Even the meal for twelve people can be made by two people.
After arranging these things, seeing that everyone in the kitchen was busy in an orderly manner, Song Qiu didn't plan to leave immediately. They started by themselves, and she also wanted to see if the things they made would work.
So while they are doing it, let’s go out for a walk.
Du Chuanfu was not idle at this moment. He was rolling up his sleeves and was working with Wang Guizhuang and Tian Ping on a large piece of land opposite the lotus pond, cutting wood to build a simple pigsty.
Farmers can't afford to live in a brick house by themselves. Most of these pig pens are made of strong wood or covered with yellow mud. They are strong enough to ensure that wind and rain cannot knock them down and the pigs can't hit them.
Just don't come out.
The lotus pond has been cleared out, and half of it has been turned into a fish pond. When the water clears, Song Qiu plans to get some fish fry and send them over. She also told Qichun Lake about this.
The lotus roots are still growing in the other half, and even if you dig them all out, you won't be able to eat them all. Selling them will also waste time.
Song Qiu planned to eat freshly dug food, use it in the inn, workshop, and Zhuangzi, and everyone would eat it every day.
Originally it was a good thing, no worse than cabbage and radish.
She planned to build a five-room pigsty in one go. Then she would buy ten piglets and feed them until the end of next year. All of them would be big fat pigs. It would be better to sell them or kill them herself.
In addition, she put up two sheep pens, fed a few sheep, and found a good place for the lambs. The Zhao family in the village feeds so many ewes, so just go to her house to buy lambs.
Also, she plans to feed a few cows.
God knows how hungry she is for beef.
It's a pity that although beef is not much more expensive than pork per pound these days in this place, it is generally not available!
There are a lot of cattle, but whether they are farm cattle or other cattle, they have been registered with the government. They are not allowed to be killed indiscriminately. Unless they die of illness or old age or something, go to the government to register and say, OK, you can use this cow.
I ate it openly.
No one can finish a cow, so they all sell it. Only at this time can they buy beef.
She has been to town so many times, but never once did she come across beef for sale.
These days, cows are still useful and everyone cherishes them, and those who die from illness or old age are rare.
Well, of course, even if she feeds a few cows, she can't just kill them indiscriminately.
However, at least she can be the first to know when her own cow will die of illness or old age.
She won't sell it then, she will keep it for herself.
There are also many cow-related dishes, and she has the opportunity to cook them in the inn!
Song Qiu strolled around for a while and climbed up the hill without using her hands to build the pig pen.
Looking at the orange trees, pear trees and grapefruit trees all over the mountain, the branches are bent under the weight of each fruit.
With so many oranges, oranges, grapefruits and pears, it would be a pity to let them all fall to the ground and rot when they are ripe.
If you pick them and sell them, it takes a lot of effort and manpower. Oranges cost five cents and three catties, and pears cost one cent and two catties. People who buy them are not interested.
Song Qiu thought about it and decided to make jam.
Her double-skinned breasts seem to be quite popular. Maybe she can set up a small shop in town to sell double-skinned breasts?
It just so happens that I have so much money on hand now that I want to buy property.
Well, let's go and set up the shop first, and then bring people to clean up these fruits.
Song Qiu walked around the farm, thinking about things, and finally had it all figured out. He went back to the kitchen, where he had already boiled two large buckets of vermicelli and soaked them in water to cool them.
I looked at the vermicelli and saw that it was pretty good.
Song Qiu praised him a lot and asked everyone to follow suit. Then he didn't stay long. He called Du Chuanfu and left Zhuangzi together.
Returning to the Songshan River, the tea stall was already loading customers. Song Qiu took a look around and found that the hot and sour noodles are still very popular today. It seems that some people from the town came here to try it after hearing the good reviews.
Song Qiu thought that she could start preparing her hot and sour noodle set and go to town tomorrow.