Mrs. Bai's voice was sharp, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, which made people's ears uncomfortable.
"If you think so, then just take the prescription and go. We will never stop you."
Bai Ling shrugged his shoulders, rubbed his ears, and said nonchalantly:
"Anyway, my family knows how to make preserved eggs without reading the recipe. When the workshop is opened, some steps will be taught to the villagers, so that they can make preserved eggs in large quantities. As for the recipe in the grandmother's hand,
I really don’t care if I can make preserved eggs.”
"The prescription belongs to us, why should you use it? You have to teach the villagers how to make it, are you worthy of your master? I don't agree. This is the prescription of our Lao Bai family, no one can take it!"
Pushing Bai Yuanshi away, Mrs. Bai immediately rushed out, pointed at Bai Ling's nose and cursed: "You prodigal thing, who let you make the decision? The recipe has been found, the workshop must be returned to me, you guys
Don’t think about occupying this home.”
"I made it very clear just now. If you come to search for prescriptions, you have to prove in public that the prescriptions are genuine. Otherwise, uncle will have to do what he promised to my father and sign a document promising not to make concessions again in the future.
It's something that bothers the third room. I'm old and have a bad memory. Isn't it possible that my uncle will be as confused as Nai?" Bai Ling blinked his big watery eyes and looked at Bai Dashu with a half-smile.
Seeing that Bai Ling was still laughing, Bai Dashu had a bad feeling in his heart. He just stared at Bai Ling coldly but refused to talk to her.
"You dare to call me stupid? Bai Ling, you unworthy descendant, I must beat you to death today!" Mrs. Bai raised her hand and was about to hit Bai Ling.
Bai Ling would not be beaten stupidly, so after dodging, he hid behind the clan leader.
"Grandpa Patriarch, my uncle used to say that I have a bad memory, but it's not me who scolded me. Doesn't this bad memory mean that I am confused?" Bai Ling asked with a confused look.
"That's right, having a bad memory means being confused." The patriarch is an elder, so he doesn't have to worry about what he says. He knows Bai Ling's intentions, but still cooperates with her.
Mrs. Bai did not dare to contradict the patriarch, so she opened up the matter, raised the paper in her hand and shouted: "Patriarch, you are not going to help Sanfang without any favor. The recipe has been found. Sanfang and his family can get out now!"
The patriarch was silent for a moment, looking at the faces of several people in the old house with excitement or a faint glint of greed in their eyes, he couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment.
"Bai Dashu, when you were in the east room, you promised Bai Ling that if you really found the prescription, you have to let us old guys verify it. Now your mother is hiding it, and no one knows the prescription.
True or false, what do you think?" The patriarch was still concerned about Bai Dashu's two sons studying, so he gave him some face.
The ornaments that the Sanfang family had just brought out made the clan leader understand that Sanfang was really prosperous.
Especially the table of guests from the third room today, even the mayor wanted to give them face, which shows that the third room is really getting up.
If it weren't for Bai Dashu's house, it would still be possible for the Bai family to shine on the lintel, and the clan leader would want to drive him away directly.
"This..." Bai Dashu hesitated, unable to make a decision.
"Clan leader, this recipe must be passed down. If it is verified in public, wouldn't it mean that others should learn it?" Bai Yuanshi stood up with Bai Xue's help. She had just straightened her clothes and came to Bai Dashu's rescue.
"Hmph, why should others listen to our family's recipes? How can my family make money after we've learned it?" Bai Xue raised her head and hummed dissatisfied.
"I heard my uncle talking about my father before, and I thought that men were in charge of the family. Now it seems that it is no different from my family." Bai Ling curled his lips, looked at Bai Xue with disdain, and muttered: "Who do you think you are?
If you are as brainless as you, you will yell at the patriarch, this is the real lack of respect."
Bai Dashu's face hurt, and he glared at the dumb Bai Xue fiercely. Even Bai Yuanshi was blamed by him.
"Shut up, you don't have the right to speak here!" Bai Dashu shouted at his beloved daughter, then turned to the patriarch and said, "Patriarch, what my wife said makes sense, this recipe is really not easy to make public."
"Uncle, just don't worry, just let the patriarch and the others read the first two lines of the recipe. As long as the recipe is decent and has something to do with making preserved eggs, I will treat it as genuine.
"Bai Ling took over the conversation, covered his mouth and chuckled: "But in the first two sentences, please don't say that preserved eggs are made of eggs and need to be washed, or other such nonsense.
But you have to look at the third and fourth lines, otherwise I won’t recognize it.”
Bai Dashu's face became a little more ugly, and the palms behind his back gradually clenched into fists, wishing he could knock the talkative Bai Ling unconscious.
"Nai, our new house and workshop, as well as so many fields and jewelry, whether Nai can take it away depends on the authenticity of this recipe. Do you dare to let the patriarch and the others take a look? Only two
It's just a matter of words. If you hold this recipe in your hand, I will never touch it." Bai Ling looked at Old Madam Bai with a smile and deliberately said seductively.
Mrs. Bai thought for a while, looked at her son and daughter-in-law who were silent, and thought about what Bai Ling said, and then she made a decision in her heart.
"Okay, just read two lines of words." Mrs. Bai nodded, opened the paper, and saw that there were many words written on it. She felt even more confident, so she folded two lines of words outside and showed them to the clan leader and others.
Old Mrs. Bai is illiterate, so she doesn't know what the words in her hand are.
After the patriarch and the others looked at them one by one, they all had very wonderful expressions on their faces, but no one said anything.
However, both Bai Ling sisters were covering their mouths and laughing, which made Bai Liushu curious.
Before Mrs. Bai could take it back, Bai Liushu stepped forward to take a look, and immediately laughed out loud.
"Haha! It's so fun. What kind of recipe is this? Break eggs, dog shit, cat shit, two pounds each, soak in horse urine, donkey urine, three cents each... My mother, this must be real
Who dares to eat the recipe for preserved eggs! Haha, I’m laughing so hard, haha..." Bai Liushu couldn’t help but burst into laughter, holding his stomach and walked towards the door, holding on to the door panel and unable to straighten his back.
Bai Wei couldn't help but snorted, and looked at Bai Ling and asked silently: Did you write it?
"Am I that disgusting?" Bai Ling rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Why are you all laughing?" Mrs. Bai was a little confused. She glared at Bai Ling and Sister Bai, but she felt unsure.
Bai Liushu's voice was not quiet, and Old Mrs. Bai naturally heard it, but she was not sure why Bai Yuanshi wrote such a paragraph, so she looked back.
At this moment, Bai Yuanshi's face turned pale. If she didn't understand that Bai Ling had tricked her, she would be really stupid.
"It's impossible, my mother didn't write like that..." Bai Xue shouted subconsciously, but before she could finish her words, Bai Yuanshi covered her mouth.
"Oh!" Sister Bai Ling nodded exaggeratedly, pointed to the piece of paper in Old Mrs. Bai's hand, and said meaningfully: "It turns out that the prescription left by my father was written by my eldest uncle! I think the eldest uncle has been there for a long time.
Tell me, it also saves me money and my uncle even came here specifically to ask for the prescription, what a hassle!"
"This is nonsense!" The clan leader blew his beard angrily, not wanting to look at Bai Dashu again, and shouted to Bai Ling: "Girl Bai Ling, hurry up and prepare the paper grinder, so that your uncle can quickly write down the documents."
The patriarch was afraid that if he waited a little longer, he would act according to the rules, so he hurriedly said this to the front. (To be continued)