Li Linsong and Mo Li still went home just before class. Song Nanzhi and Li Zhicui each carried dozens of kilograms of meat, but Song Nanzhi's basket had half a fan of spare ribs.
When she came, she carried a basket of meat, and when she returned, she carried even more. She was tired from morning to night, but Song Nanzhi felt more and more energetic. Especially today, the owner of the butcher shop wanted to sell lunch meat with her. , what does this mean, the luncheon meat business will get better, but she also didn't understand it, "The owner of the butcher shop said that he helped us sell luncheon meat, and he also said that we would make no less money than we should earn, so What does he earn?"
Li Zhicui used to work as a housekeeper in a wealthy family, so she knew everything about the shop. "It's a good thing to have his help. My sister-in-law's business is good now. If she sells at an extra stall, more people can come." Even if my sister-in-law wants to take a day off that day, she can still earn income with his help." The conversation changed later, "But when he helps sell, he must also want to make money, but we have to agree with him in advance about the money. , so as to avoid having to worry about it later.”
Of course Song Nanzhi also knew that he wouldn't sell it for free, and he definitely wanted to make money, but he still didn't understand how he wanted to make this money? Moreover, Li Zhicui's words also moved her heart. If anyone can make money even when they are resting, who wouldn't want such a good thing? "If I could make money even if I just rested, I would wake up laughing even in my dreams."
"Then if I want him to help me sell luncheon meat, I must give him money. Otherwise, how can he help me sell it? How should I give him the money? I'm afraid I can't afford it." Song Nanzhi still thought to himself Asked questions he didn’t understand.
"My sister-in-law can make a few cents less per dollar, and she can also make a few cents when she sells it." Li Zhicui added, "Although I make a few cents less per dollar, but with his help, I can make more money." If you do, you will earn more.”
Song Nanzhi hadn't said anything yet, but Murong Qingyuan started talking after hearing this, "Grandma, I think this is a good idea. With his help selling luncheon meat, although I made a few less pennies, grandma no longer goes out on the streets and makes luncheon meat." It’s more. Compared with earning a few pennies less, if you do more, you will earn more.”
After hearing Murong Qingyuan's words, Song Nanzhi also made a calculation in his mind. He felt that it was the same as what he said. If he didn't sell luncheon meat, he could make it at home. The more he made, the more he would sell. It was the same as selling it himself. , it is indeed more profitable to have someone help sell it, "Then let's try it first tomorrow and let him help us sell it."
"Granny Li just said that we have to decide on the price first." Murong Qingyuan reminded, but thinking that the price was set by Wan Wan, he might as well go back and talk to her and see what she said, "No. I’m anxious, I’ll go back and discuss it with Grandpa and Wanwan before we decide.”
"Okay, let's go back and talk to your father and sister Wanwan first." Then he added, "Your sister Wanwan has many ideas. Let's see if she has any other ideas."
When the three of them were talking about luncheon meat, Mo Ziwan was also talking to Han Shuxian and Yu Silian about it at home.
Han Shuxian was taking a bath at home today. While he was taking a bath, Mo Ziwan also gave the village children a day off. However, she had more leave than Han Shuxian. Han Shuxian took one day off every five days. Mo Ziwan initially thought of following the rules of the previous life. It was time to take a break, but when I thought about being at home every day, it didn't make much sense to take a break, so I just followed Han Shuxian's rest time.
Mo Ziwan came to Han's house after having breakfast, "Godfather, did you ask about the stove that can roast luncheon meat?"
Han Shuxian actually went to ask. On his way back from school yesterday, he stopped by a restaurant and asked if they had barbecue? I obviously went to ask, but the shopkeeper actually said that the smoky baked goods were not clean, and who would cook such rough meals if they were not away from home.
Han Shuxian was ridiculed and left the restaurant after being interrupted.
"I asked, I asked after school yesterday." Han Shuxian replied, but did not tell the result immediately.
"Daddy, did you ask about the stove for barbecue?" Mo Ziyuan looked at Han Shuxian with gleaming eyes.
Barbecue, just thinking about the sizzling barbecue grilled by the fire makes me drool.
However, Han Shuxian's words immediately extinguished the light in Mo Ziwan's eyes, "No, the shopkeeper has never heard of barbecue, and he asked me what barbecue is and how to bake it." Naturally, he was ridiculed by the restaurant owner. I won't say it out loud.
Mo Zi
After hearing this, Wan pursed her lips and said, "If we knew, why would we ask him?" Then she said angrily, "But I just want to eat grilled luncheon meat, and Brother Chunlin wants to eat it too!"
Han Shuxian had never heard Mo Ziwan mention what she wanted in front of him. Now when he heard her say that she wanted to eat grilled food, he immediately said: "When your grandma comes back to make luncheon meat, your godfather will bake it for you."
"How should my godfather bake it? My godmother said that it is easy to burn yourself if you bake it in the stove." Mo Ziyuan refused to let Yu Silian teach her.
"My godfather is an adult and will not burn himself." Han Shuxian said.
"Daddy, can we make a barbecue stove?" Mo Ziwan blinked at Han Shuxian.
"Make one?"
"Yeah." Mo Ziwan nodded heavily.
"Then have you thought of what to do?" Han Shuxian wondered if she had another idea.
"I don't know how to do it. I just thought that the stove hole is not easy to bake at all. I want a better stove." Mo Ziwan said coquettishly.
"Is grilled luncheon meat so delicious?" Han Shuxian really couldn't figure out why she was so entangled in this grilled luncheon meat?
Mo Ziyuan replied innocently: "The roasted ones are delicious! They taste better than the boiled ones."
"My godfather doesn't know how to make a stove either. Let's wait until he asks the people who know how to make a stove to see if they can do it." Han Shuxian didn't want to disappoint Mo Ziwan.
"Okay." Mo Ziyuan's eyes sparkled again, and then she added, "I think about it too. If I think of it, let my godfather know." She began to plan in her mind to find a suitable opportunity to make a clay oven.
While the two were talking, Chen Herong brought some snacks over, "Master, I brought some snacks for Miss Wanwan."
Han Shuxian nodded and said, "Just put it on the table."
Mo Ziwan looked at Chen Herong. Her godmother said that she could cook, and immediately greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Granny Chen."
"Hello, Miss Wanwan!" Looking at the polite Mo Ziwan, Chen Herong smiled shyly.
"Grandma Chen, can you cook barbecue?"
Han Shuxian supports his forehead!
"Do you want to grill the meat?" Chen Herong asked.
Mo Ziyuan nodded, "Well, the meat is delicious when grilled."
"I did grill it. I used bamboo skewers to skewer the meat and put it on the fire."
"Grandma Chen, let's have some barbecue later!" Mo Ziyuan said, just do it. With such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be natural to figure out the oven while baking?
Chen Herong couldn't decide. He looked at Han Shuxian. Han Shuxian raised his hand and tapped Mo Ziwan's head. "I think you want to eat barbecue and are obsessed with it."
Mo Ziwan nodded, "I just want to make this barbecue stove."
Han Shuxian knew Mo Ziwan's persistence very well. If it weren't for her persistence, she wouldn't be able to read and write at the age of four. "Okay, I'll ask your godmother to find out the unused charcoal from last year and roast it for you." ." The stove will definitely not be able to cook barbecue for the time being, but it can still cook a barbecue. Z.br>
There was still some charcoal left for heating last winter, and I thought that using charcoal fire would save her from the fireworks. With her current obsession with barbecue, she would definitely join in and play with it. Using charcoal to grill her would also prevent her from being smoked. With.
Charcoal fire is good, but it’s a pity that we can’t make an iron frame now, but it’s already good with charcoal. Then I heard Han Shuxian say to Chen Herong: "You have baked before, please think about how to bake well, you can see for yourself Just do it."
Thinking of the bricks stacked in the corner of the backyard, I immediately replied: "Don't worry, sir, I've done it before and I know how to do it. I'm going to build a stove in the backyard. Once it's built, I can bake." Speaking of cooking. Come on, Chen Herong is quite eloquent.
When Mo Ziwan heard about building the stove, she immediately jumped up and said, "I'll go too, godfather, I'll help Grandma Chen build the stove."
Han Shuxian picked up the snacks on the table and said, "Eat a snack before going."
Mo Ziwan opened her mouth and bit the snack that Han Shuxian had picked up. Then she took Chen Herong's hand and said vaguely, "Uncle Chen, we are angry now."
Seeing Mo Ziwan's excitement, Han Shuxian waved his hand, "Look at
That's her. "
Chen Herong nodded in agreement, "Yes."
Then the two of them came to the backyard. Chen Herong asked Mo Ziwan to stand aside obediently, "Miss Yuanwan, just stay here and I'll get the bricks to build the stove. You can come over and take a look when it's finished."
Of course, Mo Ziwan would not play with bricks just to show her innocence and ignorance. If she couldn't hold them firmly and fell, her tender little feet would be very injured. She responded obediently: "Well, I'm just watching here. Granny Chen." Then he urged: "Grandma Chen, go and build the stove quickly."
When Chen Herong saw her standing obediently under the eaves, he walked to the other end and stacked one piece on top of the other. After folding four pieces, Chen and Rong picked her up together.
Holding the zhuan, he walked to the backyard a little far away from the well before putting down the zhuan in his hand. Then he spread out the bricks one by one. After laying them out, he went to the place where the zhuan was placed. He stacked four more bricks and moved them over again. Spread out one by one.
After eight blocks were laid, the bricks were moved over to build the stove. The bricks were not moved until a long groove was built.
Mo Ziyuan looked at the grooves, which looked a bit like a modern charcoal grill. It only needed an iron frame on top, but this was already good. The grooves in the middle were not particularly far apart, just separated by a piece. The width is just right for a bamboo stick as long as a chopstick to be placed on it.
"Grandma Chen, this doesn't look like a stove at all, the pots can't even fit on it!" Mo Ziyuan asked with a completely ignorant look.
"Miss Wanwan, isn't this a place for pots?" Chen Herong said.
"How can we barbecue without a pot?" Could it be that she knows what a barbecue grill looks like? That’s why I made this groove-like barbecue table.
