The General’s Wife of the Buddhist Family

"What do you think?"

As the voice came, Chu Wei Leng also took a hit on the shoulder.

Chu Weileng has always been alert and keen. This was the first time that no one had come over. He was taken aback slightly and looked at the person coming.

The name of the visitor was Wang Qingjue, a young son from a certain Hou Mansion in Beijing. It is said that his father died and was arranged by the family's brother to come in.

Chu Weilian didn't know which mansion it was. When this man came, he was in a neighboring country.

Said it was experience, but it was actually expelled.

Also a poor man.

The two of them met two months ago.

At that time, he had just returned from a neighboring country, and he had been promoted from an inconspicuous soldier to the captain of a small squad of C-battalion.

Wang Qingjue was assigned to his hands.

Wang Qingjue didn't notice anything, every time he chased him to ask about going to neighboring countries.

This time he came back from home. Although Wang Qingjue no longer asked about neighboring countries, his enthusiasm for him remained undiminished, and he often surrounded him.

"No, Brother Chu, what are you thinking about? It's too fascinating." Wang Qingjue added another sentence, looking at the dazed expression on his face.

Chu Wei came back to his senses and said, "I didn't think about anything."

The things he just thought about were too outrageous and shocking to the outsiders.

"Brother Chu is really amazing today, and it shocked the group of counselors in the Y-word camp. I don't know what General Wang thought, but he assigned that kind of people to the Y-word camp, and people like Brother Chu are still in the C-word. Camp. Don’t say it’s the B-type camp, use the force of Brother Chu to go to the A-type camp."

The son of the Hou Mansion was really powerful, and he dared to say anything.

"You practice hard, and sooner or later you will be able to rise to the A-type camp and make contributions." Chu Wei said coldly.

The identity of this person is unusual, and his exile is only temporary, and he will return to the Vanity Fair in the capital sooner or later.

And if there is merit, it will be easier to go back.

Wang Qingjue didn't have any interest in being promoted to the Jia Ziying camp. He was about to say something. Suddenly, he saw what was in Chu Weileng's hands.

"Huh, what is this?"

Only then did Chu Wei Leng realize that he was too engrossed just now and forgot to put away the dried pork.

Since it has been discovered at this moment, it is not good to hide it again. Moreover, Wang Qingjue treats him well on weekdays, very generous, and will give him anything delicious.

"Dried pork, taste?" Chu Wei Leng handed him the dried pork in his hand.

"Oh, it turned out to be this kind of thing, pork jerky."

Although Wang Qingjue is the noble son of the Hou Mansion, he has been here for a few months, and he has already adapted to the environment here. Chu Wei is cold and dirty, so he took it and ate.

After eating, he immediately praised.

"This is different from what I eat in Beijing. The food in Beijing is not so chewy and tender. Where did Brother Chu buy this? I will buy some too."

Chu Wei said coldly: "My lady did it."

Hearing this, Wang Qingjue raised his eyebrows, looked at Chu Weilian, and said: "Oh~ It turns out that Brother Chu just missed the wife of the family."

Chu Wei Leng was startled slightly, his face rarely showed uncomfortable expression.

A piece of jerky is so small that Wang Qingjue can chew it in a few clicks.

After chewing, I want to eat again.

"Brother Chu, are there any more?"

Chu Weilian had few pieces left in total, and he didn't want to eat it on weekdays.

This person ate a piece and wanted to eat it again. If it was given to him, how would he eat it?

Even if the other party treats him well on weekdays, Chu Wei Leng hesitated at this moment.

Everything else is fine, but this pork breast is made by Roche. Will people find the difference if you eat too much?

Although there were some worries, the other party had already spoken, and Chu Weilian reluctantly took out a piece.

"This was made by my lady when I went home last time. It's been almost a month. Brother Wang shouldn't eat too much, so as not to eat too much."

Wang Qingjue had just noticed Chu Weileng's love for pork jerky, but the jerky taste was so good, he couldn't help but cheeky and asked for another piece.

After eating two yuan, although I still felt that it was not enough, I still held it back.

"Really delicious."

Seeing that Wang Qingjue liked it, Chu Wei pondered it for a while, and said, "This is the secret recipe my lady learned from ancient books. It is made with a secret recipe. After eating it, it makes people feel full of energy."

Rather than making people guess afterwards, it's better to speak generously now.

Wang Qingjue felt even more miraculous when he heard this, and immediately got up to shoot an arrow.

It's a pity that his strength is not as cold as Chu Wei's, and he eats less, so he didn't see anything special.

Chu Wei coldly saw that Wang Qingjue was not much stronger than before, and he was slightly relieved.

After an autumn rain, the weather turned cold.

I don't know when the cicadas that have disturbed people all summer are gone, but at a certain moment I suddenly feel that the world is silent, and then I realize that autumn is here.

It's been a month since Chu Wei left coldly. Luo Jianjia and Aunt Wang also sold Liangpi in the town for a month.

This month, selling Liangpi in the town made a total of four taels of silver.

In the first half of the month, they sold particularly well. When I was rushing to the big fair, one day I sold almost two hundred texts. Unfortunately, after the weather turned cooler, the sales of Liangpi gradually declined. Moreover, people's freshness of Liangpi seems not as strong as before.

In the past few days, it has been less than a hundred articles.

Not only the town, but also the sales of Liangpi on the wharf are not as good as before.

In the past, the dock and the town could sell up to more than three hundred wen in a day, but now it has slowly turned into two hundred wen.

If this continues, it is estimated that there will be less than two hundred articles.

Counting down this month, the money was actually not less earned, with more than seven taels of silver, and Luo Jianjia was also divided into more than three taels.

Now Luo Jianjia has almost eight taels of silver in his hands.

But there are still three months to go before the New Year. She wants to establish a female household and open a shop and find a place to live alone, which is far from enough.

It's better for Luo Fusheng to get out of it quickly, it's too disgusting.

As the new year approaches, Luo Jianjia's heart becomes more eager.

Looking at the pattering Qiu Yu outside, Zhao sighed and said, "Hey, business is not doing well recently."

Chu Lao Dadao: "Yes, the weather is cold, Liangpi is really not very good for selling. There are no cucumbers at home, if you buy from outside, the price is very high."

Unable to sell, the cost is high.

It is not selling well, if the price increases, no one will buy it.

"Fortunately, our rice dishes sell well. As the weather turns cold, they sell better than before." Zhao said optimistically.

"This is true." Chu Lao Dadao.

"Why don't we charge money for our soup?" Zhao suddenly suggested, "I see that the soup that sells steamed buns next to him collects money. It costs a penny for a bowl. I heard that it's not as good as ours."

"What if no one buys it?" Chu Lao Dadao, "After all, we didn't charge money before."

Luo Jianjia took back his thoughts, took a look at Zhao, and said: "Mum, this method is feasible, and Dad has considered it reasonable."

"Then do we charge money?" Zhao asked eagerly.

"Come in." Luo Jianjia said affirmatively, "but we can improve it. For example, beat some eggs, put some vegetables, put some peanuts, etc.. In short, it is better than before, and it feels better than free. ."

Zhao said with a smile: "This is good, but there is still a way for Jianjia."

Luo Jianjia thought that soup alone could not solve the problem. There were so many people on the dock and not many people drank soup. And one penny for a bowl, to go to the cost, you may have to sell three or four bowls to make one penny, and you can earn more than ten or twenty penny a day.

"Oh, why did I forget to cover the oven." Zhao said while looking outside, "The rain is getting heavier and harder, but don't ruin that thing. You and Brother Leng managed to make it hard."

As he said, Zhao took the wooden board and went outside.

Luo Jianjia glanced at the oven that had been used once in the corner, and was slightly startled.

Why did she forget this thing?

This is a good thing, and you can make a lot of delicious things.

Luo Jianjia's mind quickly turned, thinking about which food is suitable for now.

For staple foods, there are already buns, steamed buns, rice, and noodles on the pier, but no one sells the cakes.

She might as well bake some cakes and sell scones.

When it comes to Liangpi, one can often think of Roujiamo. The cost is too high. I don't know how well the market accepts scones, so I might as well add something else.

For example, vegetables or eggs, there are a lot of these two things at home anyway.

As for the pickles added on Chu Wei Leng Road, it is not suitable, too cheap.

The scones are more practical and easy to carry. They can be sold to people who work nearby or to merchants.

In addition to the pier, the town can also sell them. She and Aunt Wang sell Liangpi and the other scones.

If you want to add some vegetables, add some vegetables, and if you don't want to add, just sell cakes.

It's a pity that dried pork is too expensive, otherwise you can make this thing and sell it.

If you put it in a larger town, you should be able to make a lot of money.

Just before going to bed that night, Luo Jianjia started making dough.

Now that the weather is cold, the noodles don't open so quickly, and it will take a few hours.

When she woke up the next day, with some light rain outside, Luo Jianjia began to knead the dough and prepare to make scones.

The oven was useless for a long time, so Luo Jianjia burned it for a while and preheated it.

When making the cake, she rolled it into a long strip, brushed it with a layer of oil, sprinkled some salt and spice powder, rolled it up, turned it over, and pressed it down from the middle.

The cakes made in this way have both taste and layering.

After the pancakes were kneaded, Luo Jianjia put them on the tray and put them in the oven.

You can bake six cakes at a time, and you can bake them in two quarters of an hour.

Luo Jianjia just turned it over once, and Zhao got up.

"Jianjia, why did you get up so early? Didn't you say you won't go to town today?" Zhao asked suspiciously.

It's been raining for two days, and I haven't been able to go to town in these two days.

Even if it doesn't rain today, the road is still muddy, and the car can't move, so you have to wait for the ground to dry.

It's raining again today, and it seems that I can't go tomorrow.

Since I can't go, I don't have to get up early because I don't have to do Liangpi.

Aunt Wang hasn't come to help in the past few days.

"Mother, I'm making scones." Luo Jianjia explained her confusion.

"Scones? Is it the kind you brought with Brother Leng when he left last time?" Zhao asked.

"Yes, mother." Luo Jianjia said.

"Oh, do you need help from my mother?" Zhao didn't realize what Luo Jianjia wanted to do.

"Need, I want to take it to the dock at noon today and try to sell it." Luo Jianjia said.

As soon as he heard that he was going to sell money, the Zhao clan immediately became energetic, and went to help after washing up.

Today, Luo Jianjia stewed the beans and eggplant, and made another pot of rib soup. Today, a few eggs were beaten in the ribs soup to make the ribs and egg soup. This is to collect money today.

Considering that some people like to drink water when eating, Luo Jianjia specially prepared some free warm water.

As for the dishes in the scones, Luo Jianjia fried two dishes, one shredded potato and one eggplant. There is no condition to add meat. She boiled ten eggs and prepared to add the eggs to the scones.

The rain was not too heavy, and the sun-proof shed before them could also block it. At noon, Luo Jianjia and the others wore ponchos and pushed the car to the pier.