Jiang Sheng didn't know the answer.
At this moment, she was lying behind the crowd, and there was a stinging pain in her palms, and she realized that the skin had been broken.
I had no choice but to struggle to get up.
The third lady, who had just gotten off the sedan chair and was being supported by the maid, heard the noise and glanced at Jiang Sheng casually.
He happened to meet Jiang Sheng's inquiring gaze.
One is a pampered and pampered young lady from an aristocratic family.
One is a little beggar who is struggling to survive by stealing food and drink.
Although they are similar in age, their destinies are very different.
The third lady glanced at Jiang Sheng's too-large gray coat and entered Youran Residence indifferently.
The shopkeeper was waiting attentively behind her, "Miss Third, do you want to eat? When will the eldest son arrive? How many days do you plan to stay in Anshui County this time?"
From a distance, I could only hear the maid next to Miss Third scolding, "You can inquire about the girl's behavior? Today, the girl is just here to check on the property on behalf of the Jiang family, and there is nothing else to worry about."
As the sound disappeared, the maids standing at the door to clear the way quickly left.
Jiang Sheng rubbed his broken hands and jumped back to his brothers.
"What's wrong with the hand?" Zheng Ruqian saw the blood on it, and his expression suddenly changed, "Did they push it just now?"
Jiang Sheng quickly shook his head.
The Jiang family has a big business, and Zheng Ruqian wants to do business with them, so there can't be any resentment over this.
"I accidentally fell down just now." Xiao Jiang Sheng smiled, "Second brother, let's continue shopping. I want to see more."
Zheng Ruqian is not stupid.
On the contrary, he is getting smarter.
He could guess that Jiang Sheng was pushed by the group of people just now, and he could also understand why Jiang Sheng lied. As a smart person, he should not destroy the relationship that his sister had worked so hard to protect, but Zheng Ruqian still felt a sense of hatred in his heart.
Why should an eight-year-old girl from another family be able to wear shoes embroidered with Dongzhu and have several maids waiting on her wherever she goes?
His sister, Zheng Ruqian, was wearing a big dusty coat and had to defend them when someone pushed her down.
There is no such thing as this in the world!
Jiang Sheng is the best sister in the world and deserves the best treatment in the world.
Zheng Ruqian's heart clenched fiercely, and then spread out fiercely. He told himself that in the future, his sister must be more noble, richer, and prouder than the third lady just now.
"Let's go, second brother will take you to buy new clothes." He took Jiang Sheng's hand.
Fang Heng clenched his stick and followed closely.
Wen Zhiyun took small steps.
Chang Yan glanced at Youranju coldly and snorted from his nose.
Just the Jiang family, haha.
Xu Mo took the exam for three days, and Zheng Ruqian and his sister ran around the city for three days.
They observe prices, dig out fresh and cheap things, and wholesale items that people in the county may buy.
Finally, when the firewood shed was full, the gate of Gongyuan opened.
Countless students came out in droves.
The relatives waiting at the door all rushed over with tears in their eyes, holding the student in their arms and lamenting that he had lost weight, or taking out pastries for the student to take a bite, fearing that they would not have a good life these three days.
Jiang Sheng was also searching for Xu Mo in the crowd.
This time she didn't have to look for too long before a limping young man appeared carrying a bamboo basket.
"Brother!" Jiang Sheng shouted and rushed over, "How are you, how are you? Are you feeling well?"
Like all relatives, they care more about their loved ones' health than test results.
Xu Mo smiled, his face turned slightly pale, "It's okay."
Wen Zhiyun's sharp eyes saw the blood on his eldest brother's butt and rushed to check.
Fang Heng quickly stopped him and said, "Go back first."
When the brothers and sisters returned to the woodshed, Wen Zhiyun opened Xu Mo's pants, and sure enough, the wound was a little cracked.
He quickly applied the sore medicine and replaced it with new gauze, and finally let Xu Mo lie on the bed to rest.
Xu Mo wanted to take out the book and read it, but Jiang Sheng snatched it away.
"The exam is over, what's the use of looking at it?" The little girl put her hands on her hips, "Take good care of your butt first, otherwise it will be ugly with scars in the future."
Xu Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only lie down.
In an instant, when he saw the blood marks on Jiang Sheng's palm, his eyes darkened and he asked, "What have you done in the past three days?"
Zheng Ruqian lowered his head and said nothing.
Wen Zhiyun did not say anything at the Hengchang Banquet.
Because they knew that as long as Jiang Sheng was here, there would be no secrets.
Sure enough, the little girl spitted and told everything.
First, he mentioned Zheng Ruqian's regret about pork, then talked about the many pearls on the shoes of the third lady of the Jiang family, and finally showed off the treasures he found with his brothers.
"These handkerchiefs are pretty and cheap. I'm sure I can sell them for a lot of money when I take them back to the county. There's also this kind of wooden hairpin with really beautiful patterns. I heard it came from Fengjing, so I'm going to give it a thumbs up." A hundred or so roots will definitely be sold..."
She pointed at the hill in the woodshed and chirped.
Xu Mo listened with a smile all the time. When Jiang Sheng said he was tired and ran to drink water, he looked at Zheng Ruqian and said, "I saw it mentioned in books that there is a way to preserve pork in the central Sichuan area. It is said to be marinating the pork. After being dried and smoked with fruit wood, it can be preserved for a long time and has an excellent flavor.”
Zheng Ruqian's eyes immediately lit up.
In the past few days, he had already found out that ordinary pork with the essence cut off sold for only five or six cents per pound. It was a sure profit to transport it to Xieyang County, but the distance was too far to preserve it.
If one can really learn how people from Shu pickle pork, the pork can be sold for ten coins when shipped to Xieyang County.
"But I can't guarantee whether the people of Xieyang County will accept the taste of this product." Seeing his second brother eager to give it a try, Xu Mo reminded him softly, "No matter how good the product is, it is useless without a market."
Zheng Ruqian nodded to express his understanding.
But for the goal in his heart, he would try even if there was a glimmer of possibility.
It just so happened that there was still some time before the official announcement of the results, so Zheng Ruqian took Chang Yan to the landlady's place to batch a batch of twenty kilograms of pork, and asked Xu Mo to look through ancient books for guidance and start making bacon.
First wash the meat with high-strength white wine, then saute it with salt and Sichuan peppercorns and apply it on the meat. Marinate it until the water comes out of the meat, then take it out and hang it in the air outlet.
The salt used for serious marinating of meat is low-priced salt applied to the government. It can only be used to pickle items, not for cooking, nor for selling in private.
But they only tried a small amount and used expensive salt. Zheng Ruqian didn't know whether it was because he was too distressed or because he had no talent in cooking. Three pounds of pork even smelled bad.
Xu Mo couldn't bear it anymore and was about to carry the wound to help.
Pang Pangshan, who had been silent all this time, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it."
The young man, who is tall and thick, picks the bacon very carefully. In order to check whether the meat is salted well, he even tastes the blood of the raw meat.
Finally, all the bacon was hung up to dry until the skin was crispy, and then it was smoked.
This work is more delicate and inseparable from people. It requires burning fruit trees and repeatedly smoking the meat from white to dark brown before it can be hung and preserved.
During the tasting, several people had difficulties.
Eat it as it is, the pork is still raw, slice it for stir-fry, and it's salty and unpleasant.
Xu Mo had no choice but to look through ancient books, but they only recorded how to make it, not how to eat it.
Just when the brothers and sisters were at a loss what to do, Pang Pangshan said quietly, "Why don't you try boiling it in water?"
Cooking the dried bacon in hot water and then slicing it into slices turns out to be less salty, but it doesn’t taste like pork anymore, but has a different flavor.
Zheng Ruqian was surprised and delighted. He pinched the crystal clear meat and asked curiously, "How do you know this, Dashan?"
Pang Pangshan pursed his lips and said a little lonely, "I used to have a mother, and she was married from the central Sichuan area."
Later, his mother disappeared and his family disappeared. Pang Pangshan wandered for more than ten years and almost forgot all about the past.
He can only remember the bacon made by his mother.
"What we are doing is definitely not authentic enough. If you can go to the central Sichuan area one day, I will take you to try authentic bacon." Zheng Ruqian patted Pang Pangshan on the shoulder.
The two looked at each other and started tinkering with new pork.
Once the twenty kilograms of meat are all dried enough to be preserved for a long time, it will be time for the government examination results to be released.
This time, none of the brothers and sisters checked the promotion list.
Instead, they all huddled in the small woodshed, waiting patiently with piles of bacon.
Until, a gong sounds...
