Mrs. Cui opened her eyes wide and looked hard, but she still couldn't believe it.

She came to the yard and looked at the fine salt on her hands under the noon sun. She marveled over and over again, "My dear, it's so thin and white!"

The salt I used to eat in Beijing was not so fine and white.

After Mrs. Cui was shocked, she became excited and happy, with her mouth wide open.

She hurriedly ran into the kitchen room and whispered: "Zhiluo, this salt is really good. It's so fine and white, it's so pleasant to look at."

"I didn't expect that such low-quality coarse salt could be extracted into such good salt. The value of these salts must be at least more than one hundred coins.

Two pounds of refined salt yielded more than one pound of very good salt.

No matter how you look at it, it’s cost-effective.

It's much better than the salt sold in stores for 70 cents per pound.

Jiang Zhiluo said: "It will be more useful if you dry it and put it in the sun."

"This way, you can add more salt when cooking, and you can also save some."

"Yes, Zhiluo still has a way."

At this time, Mrs. Cui admired her daughter-in-law even more.

This is the fairy daughter-in-law.

There are so many things I know.

Fortunately, she didn't stop Zhi Luo at that time.

Mrs. Cui thought to herself that no matter what Zhiluo wanted to do in the future, she only needed support and she didn't need to worry about anything else.

After all, there is absolutely nothing wrong with listening to Zhi Luo.

Mrs. Cui was happy for a while and then said to Jiang Zhiluo: "Zhiluo, the pig's urine has been cleaned. I scrubbed it hard several times and cleaned it several times. It's clean."

Mrs. Cui loves to be clean herself.

Knowing that this thing is going to be eaten, it is natural to wash it carefully.

Jiang Zhiluo came to the yard, took a look, and said with a smile: "Mom, you are very clean and good."

"In this case, let's make meat buns for dinner tonight."

The cost of making Roujiamo with meat is too high.

Even if she wanted to eat it, Jiang Zhiluo would not be willing to use meat to eat it now.

A pound of meat costs about twenty cents, which can buy many pounds of grain.

If you make more money in the future, you can naturally cook braised pork to make Roujiamo.

But now if you want to eat Roujiamo, you can use braised pork meat to make Roujiamo, which is just as delicious when sandwiched in pancakes.

It's already noon now, and it's too late to make it now.

Stewing braised meat takes a long time.

Although Mrs. Cui was confused about how to make Roujiamo, they only bought one pound of meat.

But she didn't ask any more questions.

She can do whatever she thinks Zhiluo will do.

"Zhiluo, what should we have for lunch?"

Jiang Zhiluo asked: "Mom, do you want to eat anything?"

Mrs. Cui thought about it and found that she had a lot of things she wanted to eat.

It used to be commonplace to eat so much food in the capital, but after being exiled, I missed that food even more.

Especially meat has become a rare thing.

Mrs. Cui also knows that her family is poor now. It’s not about what they want to eat, but what they can eat.

Eating a full meal was something she never dared to think about before.

Since Zhi Luo came, the family has been able to eat well and eat almost every meal.

Because I had eaten a box of leeks in the morning, I was quite full and satiated my stomach, so I had been busy all morning and I didn’t feel very hungry at this time.

"I think I can eat whatever I want, Zhiluo, you just have to arrange it."

Jiang Zhiluo thought for a while, there were still a lot of things to do in the afternoon, and it was already noon now, so it would take a long time to make complicated meals.

It's better to make something simple and quick for lunch and have something good in the evening.

Jiang Zhiluo wants to make egg fried rice, and it’s time for egg fried rice.

But if you want to make egg fried rice, you need to steam the rice immediately, and then you can make egg fried rice only after the rice is steamed.

Jiang Zhiluo suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, Mom, there are still steamed buns at home, right?"

"Yes, there are two more steamed buns. I originally wanted to make some steamed buns."

Zhi Luo and He Jin got married before, so she steamed a pot of white flour steamed buns.

But white flour is always expensive. After eating it, Mrs. Cui was reluctant to make it again, so she decided to use cornmeal to make steamed buns.

When Jiang Zhiluo thought about Wo Wo Tou, she felt a little lumpy in her throat and indigestible.

She still likes to eat thin-noodle steamed buns.

"Mom, we can make money now, just eat some thin noodles."

Mrs. Cui thought the same thing. Now that they can make sweets, they can make money by making sweets. Life is no longer as tight as before, and they can indeed eat thin noodles.

Moreover, there are only three people in their family now, so they can't eat much even if they eat white flour.

She nodded and said, "Okay, Mom, I will listen to you."

"Mom, let's make fried steamed buns for lunch."

Mrs. Cui was a little confused. She had never heard of fried steamed buns.

However, Mrs. Cui nodded and said, "If you need my help, you can tell me."

"Mom, please help me wash a radish, wash some onions and garlic, and wash these peppers too."

Jiang Zhiluo bought some chili peppers at a market stall, one for making braised food.

Fried rice is delicious with a little seasoning, but it would be even better with a little spiciness.

Jiang Zhiluo also wants to plant some peppers in the yard. After buying the land, she will also plant some peppers in the ground.

Also plant some in the space.

If there were many fields in the space, she would like to grow some peppers in the space.

Mrs. Cui went to wash the vegetables as Jiang Zhiluo said.

Jiang Zhiluo took out two steamed buns from the cabinet and cut them into fine pieces.

While they were busy, Cui Hejin came back.

Mrs. Cui saw her son back and said happily: "You came back just in time, we are preparing to cook."

"By the way, let me tell you something happy."

At this time, Mrs. Cui was sitting on a small stool washing radishes and waved to Cui Hejin.

Cui Hejin squatted down gently so that his mother could talk to him.

Mrs. Cui looked around. There was no courtyard wall in this house, so she was afraid of being overheard.

Mrs. Cui lowered her voice and said: "I sold all the candies I made this morning and earned 82 cents. But I bought some things to use and Zhiluo posted some herself..."

"You don't know that everyone wants to buy it, and you also said that if we have it, we will buy it..."

"And that coarse salt, such large particles of inferior salt, Zhiluo has made fine white salt. You don't know how nice and fine the salt looks..."

Mrs. Cui said, her voice lowered, for fear of being heard.

"I'm telling you, this is a secret and cannot be told."

The imperial court did not allow the sale of private salt, and they could not make money by producing fine white salt, but it was very cost-effective for their own use.

Cui Hejin raised his eyebrows, showing a surprised look.

"Don't believe it, Zhi Luo knows a lot."

"Mom, I understand."

Looking at her son's eyes, Mrs. Cui always wondered why he was so calm?

Also, my son has a calm temperament and does not express his emotions or anger. It is difficult to tell what he is thinking.

When Jiang Zhiluo saw Cui Hejin coming back, she didn't say much.

However, Cui Hejin came to the stove entrance, stood in front of Jiang Zhiluo and said, "Want to light a fire to cook?"

Jiang Zhiluo was stunned for a moment. Was Cui Hejin taking the initiative to talk to her?
Chapter completed!