As for Liu Hu, just ask Aunt Tan to kill chickens for him to replenish his body.
Ning Laosan and Ning Laosi have long been used to this task of delivering and receiving goods.
Therefore, it only took three days to teach Ning Yongping, and he was almost ready.
Ning Pengpeng also taught Aunt Tan some of the pickled things. Since she was not at home anyway, Aunt Tan had nothing to do and just happened to do these things.
Of course, Wang is willing to help, and Ning Pengpeng has no objection.
Ning Pengpeng had already told Aunt Tan that Liu Hu should pay more attention to things in the shop and at home.
Aunt Tan and Liu Hu were very excited that the old lady had entrusted them with such important responsibilities.
Especially Liu Hu, he knew better who his master was.
It's a pity that he didn't get to go out this time.
However, Liu Hu also knew that the old lady originally wanted to take him with her.
It's a pity that the third wife's family didn't handle the work well, so it ended up like this.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
Ning Laosan stretched his neck and looked at his mother with a puzzled expression. After adding water and salt to the flour, he made a dough, then rolled it into a rectangular shape, then rolled it on a rolling pin to make it even thinner.
Sprinkle with thin flour to prevent sticking, cut into thin strips with a knife, then arrange these thin noodles in a staggered manner, and put them in a colander.
After the oil pan is heated, put the noodles into the oil pan and fry until it is set, then turn it over, continue to put it into the oil pan and fry again until both sides change color slightly, then take it out and set it aside.
He knew how to make noodles, but why did he put the rolled noodles into oil and fry them?
How much fuel does this cost?
Watching Ning Pengpeng fry the fried noodles one after another, Ning Laosan's heart ached.
However, he also knew that his own mother would definitely not do such useless things.
There must be a reason for such a waste of oil and flour.
Ning Laosan struggled to move his eyes away from the fried pancake in Ning Pengpeng's hand and comforted himself.
Ning Pengpeng didn't make too much, only making thirty pieces. After frying each piece of dough, after the oil was drained, he wrapped it in oil paper, put it in a big vat, and then sealed the big vat with yellow mud.
It is like sealing the mouth of a wine jar.
In ancient times, there were no sealed things, so it could only be like this.
Anyway, if you want to eat on the way, just open the mud seal, take out what you need, and seal it again with mud on the spot.
In this case, even if they eat one piece of this simple homemade instant noodles every day, the mother and son should be able to use it for half a month.
It's a pity. If the sealing problem can be solved, selling instant noodles would actually be an excellent business.
In addition to making the instant noodles, Ning Pengpeng also asked Aunt Tan to make some steamed buns and steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.
Although you can buy food on the road, when you go out, save when you can and don't spend money when you can.
After all, you don’t know how much money you will spend when you arrive at your destination?
Last night, Ning Pengpeng took care of the money he could move.
Although a lot of money has been distributed to her in the shop every month in the past few months, she spent a lot of money on buying sacrificial fields and building a school before.
Therefore, even if the dividends from the shop are added up, they are only worth a thousand taels of silver.
This money may seem like a lot, but if you actually go into business, I'm afraid you won't be able to get much.
However, Ning Pengpeng never thought about becoming fat in one go.
If she was so aggressive, she wouldn't sell the sugar recipe to Chunfeng Tower.
Ning Laosan drove the carriage and loaded the food that Ning Pengpeng had cooked these days into the carriage. After driving out of Dahuaishu Village, he turned back to ask as he was lost in the lake.
"Mom, where are we going?"
"Go south, to Nanyue Mansion."
"Uh...what? Mom, are you going to Nanyue Mansion?"
Hearing his mother's words, Ning Laosan almost dropped his jaw in shock.
“Mom, it’s a wild place over there, and I heard pirates often appear there.
The local area is very poor, are we sure we go to Nanyue Prefecture?"
What Ning Laosan didn't say was, what kind of business can be done in a place where people are so poor that they don't even have to wear pants?
Ning Pengpeng smiled, pointed in the south direction and said.
“Although there is poverty there, it’s just those people who hold their treasures and don’t know how to use them!
Let's go quietly this time and return quietly.
If this thing can be accomplished, let alone our family in Anzhen, even in Hu County, we will probably be on an equal footing with others."
Ning Pengpeng did not specify the state capital. After all, even if it was Hu County, it still made Ning Laosan's breath suffocate.
Lake County?
How many wealthy gentry and merchants are there in a large county?
The cake painted by his mother made him couldn't help but get excited.
"Okay, mother, my son will listen to you."
Ning Laosan gritted his teeth, felt cruel, and nodded in response.
Then he waved the whip in his hand and drove the carriage to the town first.
If you want to go to Nanyue Prefecture, you must pass through Mingzhou Prefecture.
Therefore, we must first go from Anzhen to Hu County, then from Hu County to Mingzhou Prefecture, and then from Mingzhou Prefecture to Nanyue Prefecture.
These city gates were passable, so the two of them had to go to the town's Yamen to get directions first.
Anzhen County Government.
"Brother Baolin, how did you get here?"
Pei Yan sat opposite Li Weishan, looking at the person in front of him, a trace of shock flashed across his face.
You know, Li Weishan was the number one scholar in Jinke last year.
He and Li Weishan once studied in the same mountain courtyard, although after he passed the Jinshi examination, he gave up writing and went into business.
For this reason, Li Weishan had a big quarrel with him at first, saying that he was not worthy of being a scholar, and even unilaterally broke off relations with him.
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However, for Pei Yan, Li Weishan was his friend and companion when he was young, so how could he take his angry words seriously?
After Li Weishan passed the imperial examination, he was personally appointed editor of the Hanlin Academy. As long as Li Weishan stays in the Hanlin Academy with peace of mind, the bright future can be imagined.
After all, the current Holy Emperor once said that the prime minister and assistant of this dynasty must be officials from the Hanlin Academy.
How could a man with such a bright future like him end up in such a remote place and become a small county magistrate?
"Brother Pei is joking, it's not like being an official."
Li Weishan seemed a little distant from Pei Yan's closeness.
There is no conflict between Tao and others. After all, he and Pei Yan's elder brother Pei Zhao have different political views.
The main reason why he was demoted this time was because of the handiwork of Pei Yan's brother, Pei Zhao and Pei Zaifu, who was only thirty-four years old.
At the age of thirty-four, at such an enviable age, Pei Zhao can be said to be the youngest prime minister in this dynasty, and is a person that all officials look up to.
But now that he is twenty-nine years old, he has been demoted to this poor county and town to be a seventh-grade sesame official.
"Li Weishan, do you really want to break off our relationship with me?"
Seeing his unwillingness to say anything, Pei Yan was such a smart person, and he immediately thought that his elder brother's handiwork must be involved.
Thinking of this, Pei Yan couldn't help but take a breath and his voice became sour.