Jiang Miao didn't want to talk to the Sun family, who knew what bad intentions they were harboring.
Xu Zilan was worried about her going, but now she felt relieved when Jiang Miao refused.
"good."
"Lady Ginger..."
Fuyou was worried when he saw Jiang Miao and the others leaving. If Jiang Miao was the only one who could do anything, he couldn't afford to offend Xu Zilan, and even if Sun Yuanbai was here, he couldn't just kidnap someone home.
"Now we're in trouble!"
The shopkeeper will definitely blame him.
Xu Zilan asked Uncle Zeng to drive Jiang Miao to the head of the village in a carriage, and watched her enter the village before ordering her to leave.
Jiang Miao's heart was filled with gratitude. Madam Xu had already helped her twice. Yu Yanshuang must do more to repay her.
But she didn't dare to go to the town alone anymore, so she gave Shen Erlang half a coin to help him buy the materials.
Jiang Miao gave him a lot of money, and left the rest to Shen Erlang as travel expenses. He couldn't be happier.
It would be great if I could run errands for my aunt every day, Shen Erlang thought silently while chewing the candied haws in his mouth.
With previous experience, Jiang Miao made it faster this time, making five small boxes of three kilograms of lard. I don’t know if she used up what she gave to Mrs. Zhang last time, so Jiang Miao left one box for her and herself. Give the rest to Xu Zilan.
In addition to Yuyan Cream, Jiang Miao also packed ten fragrance beads. In addition to Xu Zilan's favorite orchid fragrance, there is also a new jasmine fragrance she made. Because the quantity was small, she did not plan to sell it, so she packed them all in a box this time. As a gift.
Linglong Pavilion
Fuyou lowered his head and knelt in front of the hall. The middle-aged man at the head had a decent appearance, and he could still see some traces of his youthful handsomeness. However, his eyes were too sinister, and the calculation inside them made people feel frightened.
This man is Sun Yuanbai, the shopkeeper of Linglong Pavilion. When he was young, he married Liu Qing, the sister of the housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Beijing, based on his looks. Linglong Pavilion was Liu Qing's dowry, but Sun Yuanbai has taken care of it these years.
"Shopkeeper, Xu Zilan has a good relationship with Jiang Miao. I don't dare to offend her..."
After Fuyou finished explaining the situation at that time, he didn't dare to look at Sun Yuanbai's face. He didn't dare to think about the consequences of the tasks assigned to him by the shopkeeper.
Sun Yuanbai tapped his fingers on the chair, Fuyou's leather was tightly crumbled, and he didn't dare to let out any anger.
"It's that bitch again, brother, this Xu Zilan has already messed with us twice!"
When Sun Yuanbao heard Xu Zilan's name, his eyes glowed viciously, wondering if this woman was in conflict with their Sun family.
Otherwise, every time I meet her, nothing will be done.
"Oh, twice?"
Sun Yuanbai grasped the information in his words, and Sun Yuanbao also realized that he had let something slip. If his brother knew that he was drunk and flirting with Xu Zilan, he would probably have his legs broken.
"No... I was too angry and said the wrong thing." He quickly changed the subject.
"Then what are you going to do, brother? How about I go and kidnap him?"
"Nonsense!" Sun Yuanbai glared angrily. His younger brother was a loser and would cause trouble for him.
"Can you tie Xu Zilan? If you touch her with just one finger, Xu Changlin can smash Linglong Pavilion!"
Sun Yuanbao was sprayed bloody, and he shrank back and didn't dare to reply, but he didn't mind.
No matter how powerful Xu Changlin is, he is just a businessman. His brother is different. He is the brother-in-law of the prime minister's housekeeper. He doesn't believe that Xu Changlin really dared to touch him after he tied up Xu Zilan.
However, he did not dare to challenge his brother's authority and silently swallowed the plan.
Just because his brother won't let him move now doesn't mean he won't have a chance in the future.
Jiang Miao didn't know that she had escaped temporarily. She was now helping Mrs. Zhang process the mung beans.
"We have planted too much this year. Once it is dried and sold in the town, our family won't be able to eat that much."
Mung beans are a good thing. They have the effects of clearing away heat, detoxifying, relieving heat, and diluting water. Generally, country people make soup and drink it. A handful of beans can cook a large pot.
Jiang Miao looked at the two bags of mung beans, and all she could think of were mung bean cakes, mung bean paste, and mung bean vermicelli.
She had an idea when she thought about fans. People nowadays eat rice noodles, like rice noodles, and rice noodles. Fans haven't appeared yet, and Jiang Miao doesn't know if there are sweet potatoes or potatoes at the moment. If you want to eat noodles, you have to rely on this bag of mung beans.
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"Mom, leave these mung beans to me. I'll make them into food and sell them at the stall."
"What can you do with mung beans? You can't make much money with mung bean soup."
Mrs. Zhang has always felt that mung beans are the most impractical, they are not very hungry, they will produce bugs after being stored for a long time, and they are sold at a cheap price. If a piece of land had not been left empty, she would not have planned to plant them.
"We can make mung bean cakes," Mrs. Zhang had never thought about mung bean cakes, but snacks cost sugar and oil, so she was reluctant to make them. When Jiang Miao said mung bean cakes, she looked heartbroken.
"Miaoya, if you want to eat mung bean cake, ask the third child to go to town and buy one for you. Our family can't afford to make this."
"Mom, I'm just saying, I don't want to eat it. These mung beans are best used as vermicelli. They taste good as a staple food."
"What are fans?" Mrs. Zhang asked curiously.
"It's the same thing as noodles, but it's transparent and very thin. It tastes soft and melts in your mouth. It's easier to taste than noodles."
Jiang Miao likes duck blood vermicelli soup and malatang the most. The vermicelli in the hot pot is full of soup and fragrant.
"Then what should we do?" Granny Zhang was also aroused, and there was nothing Jiang Miao cooked that was not delicious.
"You have to go to town first to get a colander for making vermicelli."
"Do you still need to spend money?"
Mrs. Zhang has some pain in her body. It must cost a lot of money to make iron objects.
"This colander can be used all the time, and the beans are home-grown and you don't have to spend any money. You can make money by selling a few bowls of vermicelli. We used to have to buy meat to make food, which is about the same as the cost of making a colander."
Jiang Miao calculated in her mind that it was quite cost-effective to make vermicelli, and she could use the colander to make rice noodles in the future.
"You're right, it's my mother's appearance." Madam Zhang said with a sneer on her face. She was used to being stingy.
"How come, my mother is also diligent and thrifty in running the house. If I do something wrong, I have to rely on my mother to help me."
Jiang Miao's sweet mouth made Mrs. Zhang feel moved, and her face became softer and softer.
"Then let your elder brother fight. Fifty cents is enough."
She was happy in her heart and generous with her hands. Jiang Miao could now earn three hundred cash a day, which was no less than what he earned at the dock. Why should she give him fifty cash?
"That's enough, thank you, mother."
Jiang Miao didn't say anything about the money she provided. It was for their old Shen family to do business.
I told Boss Shen what kind to make. The smaller the hole of the colander, the better. It should be about the same size as an embroidery needle and denser so that one spoon can do more. Boss Shen understood it and took the money.
town.
Jiang Miao, Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Wang cleaned the mung beans and ground them into powder, washed them with water to remove the starch, and one pound of beans produced half a pound of vermicelli. Jiang Miao let the separated starch stand.
Boil the water over high heat, and wait until Mr. Shen comes back with a colander to start making vermicelli. Put the powder slurry into the colander, beat it hard with your hands to hammer out slender and even vermicelli, fish it out as you go, and hang the formed vermicelli outside to dry.
In a short time, the Shen family's yard was filled with white fans.
"Is this done?" Mrs. Zhang looked surprised.
"Well, I'll make duck blood and vermicelli soup for my mother tomorrow."
