40. Chapter 40 Zheng’s pry

Author: Next door Lao Huang 007

After the failure of making scallion pancakes last time, Ms. Zheng realized that her skills were not as good as Song Yiren's, and it would be difficult to surpass her in eating. But who can't pick mountain products? That little bitch Song Yiren gave the two of the Qiu family every day.

The boy has several copper coins, so we can imagine that she must earn a lot!

She doesn’t know how to cook, so she can definitely earn the money for sending local goods! How can I be worse than her?

So Mrs. Zheng stood guard at the entrance of the village early this morning, waiting for her lover to come out so that she could follow her. Unexpectedly, she waited and saw the old immortal with a handlebar driving the car out by himself.

"Is that a bamboo basket on the car?" Zheng stretched her neck and finally saw clearly that the bamboo basket on the car was the one used by Song Yi people in the past, and hurried to follow.

Although the ox-cart was much slower than the horse-drawn carriage, Zheng relied on her feet and stumbled along for more than ten miles. She was so tired that she could only shout at the top of her voice from behind. Finally, she spent a copper coin and sat on it.

Uncle Qing's car arrived in front of the Desheng Restaurant by lying that he was going the same way as Uncle Qing. When the restaurant's receptionist came out to greet her, he thought Mrs. Zheng was someone sent by Yi Ren and did not stop her.

Until Uncle Qing left, Mrs. Zheng stepped forward and grabbed the cashier: "Master shopkeeper! Do you still accept mountain goods here?" Mrs. Zheng pinched her throat and blinked her eyes charmingly.

The accountant is nearly fifty years old. Although he is a bit old-fashioned, he is still decent. He has a daughter-in-law who is strong in everything, and the woman in front of him is young enough to be his daughter. How can he let her be in the lobby of this restaurant?

He was tugging at his sleeves.

He brushed Zheng away and scolded: "You woman, you are so rude!"

Zheng secretly cursed in her heart, "You old man, you look like that dried fish, how do you look so cool?", but she smiled flatteringly on her face: "Master, I also have mountain products here! The price is low and the quality is good.

Will our restaurant accept it?"

The accountant gentleman looked at the young woman up and down, but did not correct her that she was an accountant, not a shopkeeper. After a while, he asked: "Which village are you from?"

"Songjiazhuang, Songjiazhuang, Yiren and I are from the same place, and we all pick mountain products in the same forest! My price must be lower than hers!"

"Do you know the quality of Song Yiren's mountain goods and how much they cost?" The accountant has worked in this restaurant for decades, so he naturally thought it would be good to have some money left over.

"I don't know~" Mrs. Zheng imitated the daughter of a town official's wife, pretending to be shy and bowed her head.

Her move shocked the accountant to the spot. He didn't understand why she suddenly acted in such a pretentious and shy state, but after calming down his heart that was beating for half a hundred times, he still said: "If you can talk to Song Yiren,

The quality is the same, I'll give you...four cents per catty?"

Chef Zhou gave Yi Ren seven cents per catty. The cashier thought that since he was saving money, he should lower the price. However, when he opened his mouth, he felt that he had pressed too hard, so he asked with a slight guilt.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words "four cents" came out, Mrs. Zheng was so shocked that she couldn't care less about her shyness and suddenly raised her head: "Okay! Okay!" she responded.

Zheng did not expect that wild products are everywhere in the mountains. Although there has been little rain recently, if you look carefully, you can still find wild products. When you bring those things to the market, not many people are willing to buy them. After all, if you work hard, you can go up the mountain in an hour.

There is a lot to pick, so who would spend money to buy it? At most, a large basket can be sold for one or two cents.

Hum! Song Yiren is so picky, she sells it for four cents a pound, and can sell dozens of pounds a day, but she only gives a few coppers to Aunt Li and those two silly boys from the Qiu family! These heartless people still have to pay for it!

Thank you! Bah! What the hell! Zheng walked to the roadside and cursed.

After settling the matter of delivering mountain goods, Mrs. Zheng happily hummed a ditty and got on Uncle Qing's oxcart on the way back. Compared with when she came, she reluctantly took out a copper plate and rode in the cart. When she went back, Zheng

Ming was obviously more energetic and took the initiative to take out a copper plate and handed it to Uncle Qing.

On Yiren's side, Aunt Li came back soon with her eldest granddaughter Cuixi and her grandson Erniu, and greeted Sanmao Simao and Xiaotuanzi to go up the mountain.

"Auntie, if you have collected 30 kilograms today, come back early. Don't take too much. There are still some mountain products from the day before yesterday." Yiren warned. "Come back early and help me make this moxa dumpling."

"Okay!" Aunt Li responded cheerfully, picked up the little dumpling, and walked lightly into the woods.

Not long after Aunt Li left, Uncle Qing's voice came from the door: "Yiren, you asked me to buy the meat!"

When Yiren heard the shouting, she quickly wiped her hands on the rag and rushed out. "Thank you, Uncle Qing!"

"It's just a matter of time!" Uncle Qing said nonchalantly. "Besides, Chef Zhou from Desheng Restaurant has said that we'll settle the account together when you go."

"Okay! Uncle Qing, come pick me up and pick up the goods around midnight tomorrow."

"Okay!" Uncle Qing agreed, and already raised his whip and left. Yiren turned around and walked into the yard, not paying attention to Ms. Zheng behind the tree in front of the door. She got out of Uncle Qing's car early and looked at her with a stern look.

For a while, she thought about how Song Yiren would not be able to deliver the mountain products tomorrow and how they would rot in her hands. She felt better again and went home humming a little tune to start the whole family to pick mountain products.

After seeing Uncle Qing off, Yiren returned to the yard, set up a small pot, cut the tenderloin into pieces along the muscle fibers, and added wild green onions and a little bit of shochu into the boiling water pot to stew the meat that Uncle Qing helped to buy just now.

The piece of pork tenderloin that came back.

When the meat is stewed, Yiren is not idle, pours out the sesame seeds and peanuts, stir-fries and crushes them according to the previous steps of making moxa balls, and sets them aside for later use.

When the sesame filling was prepared, the meat was almost simmered. Yiren scooped out the meat and placed it on a bamboo screen to cool. She brushed it and put the washed red beans into the pot and simmered.

After the tenderloin has cooled slightly, she uses a rolling pin to crush the meat into pieces, then kneads it into fluffy cotton wool with the palm of her hand. Finally, she adds lard to the pot and stir-fries it.

After a while, the unique sweet but not greasy smell of meat floss and the refreshing and mellow red bean flavor came from the yard. Yiren cooked the salted duck eggs until only the yellow ones were left, put them into the meat floss, crushed them and stirred evenly.

Mix the rice flour and glutinous rice flour in proportion to make the dough, and set them aside for later use.

There was still a lot of green juice left from cooking the sage in the morning, which could be used to make noodles, so Yiren didn't cook it any more.

After preparing everything, Yiren rested for more than half an hour before Aunt Li came back with a few children.

"What is this? Sister Yiren!" Sanmao looked at the large pottery bowls placed on the stove, containing some...things he had never seen before, such as the pot of green soup...

Aunt Li put down the little grandson she was holding in her arms and came over to take a look. Before she could ask, she heard the little dumpling rushing to jump onto Yi Ren's lap.

"Mom! Erniu bullied me!" Xiaotuanzi hugged Yiren's thigh, complaining in a milky voice but with eyes wide open.

"Miscellaneous, Si Yinyin beat me!" Erniu was only one year older than Xiaotuanzi. Not to be outdone, the two children complained to their family members, their cries loud and clear.

Aunt Li was quite anxious. In the past, she taught several sons, quarreling to find out what was right and wrong, praising those who were right, and beating those who were wrong. If it didn't work, both of them were at fault, so they would apologize to each other. But now this grandson is her.

The little dumpling over there belonged to someone else's family. Although it was wrong to hit someone, it was true that the child was not to blame.

Yiren turned a deaf ear to the deafening cries of the two children. She pulled them over and saw a bit of broken skin on Erniu's head, and asked, "Si Yinyin, did you hit anyone?"

Ever since Yi Ren came in, she had never been so harsh to Xiao Tuanzi. At this time, she called Xiao Tuanzi's full name so seriously. Xiao Tuanzi was so frightened that he suddenly stopped crying.
Chapter completed!