Chapter 77 Pork jerky

This girl Yun is also very promising, and she can remain calm when facing the county magistrate’s family!

The old lady Sai deals with only ordinary people who are not rich and poor all over the world, or those who work for short-term workers nearby. She has lived for most of her life without meeting the rich gentry. Now the daughter of the county magistrate's family is standing in front of her, and she suddenly becomes a little panicked.

She glanced at Meng Shaoqing in embarrassment, gave a big tribute in a hurry, and left Qiao Yun's shop as if she was running away.

Meng Shaoqing was quite puzzled. She scratched her chin and blinked: "What should I hide from me? Am I not good-looking?"

The maid Biyue smiled with a pursed lips and said, "Three Lady, these ordinary people have always been afraid of officials."

"What's scary?" Meng Shaoqing didn't understand even more, but she didn't want to delve into this issue. She stepped forward and grabbed Qiao Yun's hand and said, "Look at my outfit, I'll buy clothes in Jiangzhou City. I'll choose one for you, look!"

Meng Shaoqing asked Biyue to untie the burden in her hand for Qiao Yun to show her.

The bag was neatly folded, and the materials were the same as those on Meng Shaoqing's body. It was an ordinary cross-collar skirt, a red camellia top skirt, and a purple grape skirt in the dark green color. Because I didn't shake it open, Qiao Yun couldn't recognize any flowers embroidered on it. Anyway, it looked pretty, and compared with the set on Meng Shaoqing's body, it was steady and bright.

Qiao Yun gives Meng Shaoqing a very mature feeling on weekdays. She is calm in everything she does. She doesn't look like an eleven-year-old child at all, so she decided to choose such a color for her.

"It looks good." Qiao Yun praised repeatedly.

Who doesn’t like beautiful skirts?

"What if we wear these two clothes to the riverside to watch the lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?"

"Huh? Are there any activities in the fifteenth day of the first lunar month here?" Qiao Yun asked casually. Some ancient streets in their previous life had temple fairs on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. However, after traveling through time, she didn't find any memories of visiting the temple fair in the original owner's body. She thought she didn't have it!

Meng Shaoqing's eyes narrowed a slit with smiles and said, "Of course there is one! My mother took the lead in pulling the wives of a few gentry's wives to pay for money, find someone to build a light tree, and hire a opera troupe. The streets will be lively at that time! You won't be caught no matter how late you play."

"So that's it. There is no curfew on the three days of the Lantern Festival, right?"

She knew this.

After all, there is a curfew system in her game except Yangzhou. For example, in Chang'an, there is no prohibition on activities in the fang. However, if the player still wanders on the streets of Fangwai after the second update, he will be arrested by the Jinwu Guard and imprisoned in the Tang Dynasty Prison for two days.

However, the Shangyuan Festival event in Quwo County was actually served by Mrs. Lu, which is something worth looking forward to.

"Yes!" Meng Shaoqing explained happily, "But it's not bad in normal times. His Majesty the late emperor gave his grace and extended the curfew time to Zizheng. It's too late. You can have fun all night on the Lantern Festival."

Qiao Yun really wanted to experience the customs of the Tang Dynasty's Shangyuan Festival and devote herself to having fun. However, as a merchant, how could she miss such a good opportunity to make money!

Qiao Yun patted Meng Shaoqing's hand and said, "I really want to go with you! However, I want to take this opportunity to sell some delicious food and make a lot of money!"

"Ah? That's how..." Meng Shaoqing's face suddenly collapsed. She was already flirting with a slutty look, and her little face was aggrieved. She was as pitiful as she was.

Qiao Yun felt soft and was about to comfort her, but Meng Shaoqing cheered up again, squeezed out a smile, and looked at her with hope: "Then you can go to my house tomorrow!"

This gaze was like a cat, and he came over to rub your hands and beg for a hug.

Qiao Yun could not withstand this. She happened to want to meet Mrs. Lu. When she talked about establishing a female household, she immediately nodded and agreed.

Meng Shaoqing then regained her spirit, and she said frankly: "Okay, then I'll pick you up tomorrow, I'll go back first!"

She snatched the bag from Biyue's hand, stuffed it into Qiao Yun's arms, saluted, and then jumped away.

Qiao Yun came to the door, looked at Meng Shaoqing's back as he left, and looked down at the clothes in his arms, feeling a little amused.

If you want to ask someone for business tomorrow, you have to give me some gifts. Qiao Yun thought about it and decided to cook food.

After all, she had nothing else to show off except for food.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yun took the clothes in her hand back to the house, folded them again, and put them in the closet. She looked at Yun Xuemei, who was still gnawing on the table while reading a book while gnawing on the glutinous rice dumplings made of bean paste, and she gave a loud warning: "I'll buy some meat outside, and you can take a look at the house."

When Yun Xuemei heard this, she turned around with her cheeks and stared at Qiao Yun with resentment, as if she was accusing something.

"Oh..." Qiao Yun made a fuss in embarrassment and quickly added: "I'm trying to find a way for your wooden stake. Please wait a few more days."

Yun Xuemei twisted unhappily: "I'm not anxious, just don't forget it!"

Qiao Yun was sweating profusely on the back of her head. She almost forgot about Yun Xuemei's wooden stake.

No, I will go to the game tonight to make one for her!

While beating, Qiao Yun left home and headed straight to Liu Butuhu’s butcher’s butcher shop.

Liu Tuhu’s shop was different from last time. This time, the front door was wide open, and the table was pulled outside, and several people were picking meat around his stall.

"You cut a little bit of your hind leg meat, just one fist! The woman is greedy and wants to eat some meat."

"Cut two pounds of pork belly for me, and I'll take it back to make lard."

The stall of Butcher Liu was particularly lively. He cut the meat quickly, then wrapped the lotus leaves, and handed it to the customer. When he looked up, he saw Qiao Yun coming. Butcher Liu's eyes lit up and he quickly greeted him.

"Oh! The little lady of the Qiao family is here! You are so coincidental! This is the second pig today, just came out."

"That's good." Qiao Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It was already afternoon now, and she was afraid that she would be late and lose her meat! "Is there any pork tenderloin?"

"Oh, this is good meat! My wife of the Qiao family, you have a good attitude every time you pick meat!" Butcher Liu looked at the pork tenderloin left on the table, but he felt a little confused - could her meat cage cakes and wontons be used with pork tenderloin? Then will she still make money?

The tenderloin is tender, and usually only two tenderloin can be cut out on the inner side of a pig's spine! Even if you cut the shredded pork in the Dingshijiji, you will use the outer ridge instead, unless the customer calls out the tenderest and tenderest small tenderloin, but in this case, the price of this dish will also increase.

Because the amount of meat is small, tenderloin is particularly expensive. The hind leg meat and pork belly are usually thirty to fifty cents per pound, while pork tenderloin can be sold for 70 cents per pound! Its meat is very thin, and ordinary people just want to buy it for oil and water.

Every time Liu Butcher sells pigs, the tenderloin will be left.

His small stall is not that big restaurant, and he often comes to buy it from the high-ranking officials and noble families. There are ordinary families near this street that are neither poor nor hard, so he can only afford to sell such good meat until the end.

These days, restaurants nearby opened shops one after another, and the business was good. Today I collected three pigs and the six tenderloins I took were lying on the table, no one cared about it.

"There are so many left, how much do you want, Miss Qiao?" Liu Butcher pointed the tenderloin to her.

Qiao Yun plans to make pork jerky.

However, two pounds of pork can only produce one pound of jerky. If you want to take it out to give a gift, you must not have only a few slices in a pack like the snacks sold in supermarkets in the past! You have to give three or four pounds.

She looked at the fresh tenderloin. Half of the pork jerky roasted from the tenderloin was used as a gift, and half could be kept for Yun Xuemei to use as a snack when reading a book. The pork jerky was sweet, and her mouth that loved meat and sweet must like it.

So he waved his hand boldly: "You have to give it to me!"

Suddenly, the few people around her looked at her like a fool.

Butcher Liu was so happy that he grinned and responded quickly and weighed the six tenderloin. The three black soil pigs I collected today were all good, and they produced a lot of meat. This tenderloin weighed only two pounds, while the six were twelve pounds.

This little lady Qiao is simply the God of Wealth! Last time I bought nearly eight kilograms of pork belly, but this time I opened my mouth and then I had twelve kilograms of tenderloin!

"Eight hundred and forty texts!"

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