Mo Tingyu can understand it, but brothers Li Changfeng and Li Changyu don't understand it very well, but pig farmers know that lunch meat is made of pork, and pigs should be raised as well. Otherwise, they all buy it, and they don't give their money in vain. Should someone give it away? If you raise it yourself, you can save money on buying meat!
"It's good to raise pigs. You use so much meat every day. If you raise them yourself, you won't have to spend money to buy them again." Li Changfeng said.
After Li Changfeng's words, Li Changyu also said: "Yes, take care of it yourself. Anyway, we usually take care of it at home, so it's not difficult."
"Brother Changfeng, Brother Changyu is right. Our lunch meat business is long-lasting. We will definitely need more and more meat in the future. It is also good to raise some pigs ourselves, so that no one will notice that our business is good. The price starts from the ground up." Han Shuxian said, and then talked about red potato starch, "Making luncheon meat mainly uses the red potato starch filtered from the red potato. Only by adding the red potato starch to the minced meat can the luncheon meat be fixed and shaped. It tastes delicate and soft."
The two of them never knew that there was red sweet potato starch inside red sweet potato. “What kind of red sweet potato starch?”
Before Han Shuxian could explain, Mo Tingyu explained aloud, "It's the white pulp coming out of red sweet potato."
Mo Tingyu used the knowledge gained in life to tell the Li Changfeng brothers what red sweet potato noodles were.
If there was no lunch meat and Han Shuxian knew about the red potato starch noodles, he would definitely not be able to understand the white paste, but the two brothers Li Changfeng could understand it. They clearly knew the white paste in Mo Tingyu's mouth, "That white paste" Is it red sweet potato starch?" Li Changyu asked in order to make sure that was what he thought.
Every year when it's time to dig red potatoes in the fields, the two brothers dig out at least half of the red potatoes planted in the Li family's field. However, even though the two of them are careful every time they dig, they still inevitably hurt a few red potatoes. , some white pulp will come out of the dug red potato. It turns out that the white pulp is red potato powder.
Recalling the white paste, I thought that the white paste was a little sticky when it was applied to my hands, and I thought it was because the white paste was sticky that the meat stuck together and formed. "The white paste is very sticky, no wonder it can The handles are all stuck together, but it’s only thanks to Wanwan’s brains that she came up with this solution.”
Han Shuxian didn't expect that Li Changfeng could think of such a good reason for Mo Ziwan. This was much better than the dream theory. "I guess Wanwan came up with the idea after seeing the white liquid."
Seeing what Han Shuxian said, Mo Tingyu also knew that talking about dreams was not suitable to talk about everywhere, so he also said: "She thinks about everything she sees. A few days ago, she put the meat into the stove hole to roast it and ate it. I just think about making a barbecue thing every day so that I can eat it, and I have random thoughts all day long.”
Han Shuxian took over Mo Tingyu's words with a smile, "I really made her think of it again. I'll ask the master of the blacksmith shop tomorrow to see if he can do it." He then added, "I guess it can be done." It's made." It's not difficult, just a few pieces of iron sheets to surround it.
"Just spoil her. I think she will even want to pick the stars in the sky from now on." Mo Tingyu said.
"For a smart, well-behaved and obedient child like our Wanwan, let alone the stars in the sky, if I had the ability to pick them off, I would have already picked them off for her and hung them in her room to play with." Han Shuxian in Mo Ting Yu said after her words.
When he said this, Li Changfeng and Li Changyu agreed, "No, not only the stars, but also the moon were picked out for her to play with."
After a few jokes, they returned to the topic. Then Han Shuxian talked about the red potato starch again. After explaining how it came from, he went back to raising pigs and told the two of them not to let it go. People know that they buy red potatoes and grind them into powder. They only buy red potatoes because they want to feed pigs and prepare to raise more pigs to make luncheon meat.
After Han Shuxian left, brothers Li Changfeng and Li Changyu listened to Li Linsong and Li Linyu read for a while. Of course, Li Linsong really took the book and read it in his hand, while Li Linyu took the words written by Mo Ziwan and read them. Some words and two simple poems were memorized.
Seeing that the two children could read, the two brothers were very excited. Finally, someone in Lao Li's family could read! That night, the two brothers lay on the bed given by Li Moli and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Even when they fell asleep, the corners of their mouths were raised.
This rise lasted until the second day.
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They got up early and snatched away Murong Qingyuan's job of sweeping the yard and fetching water. Not only that, the restless two also snatched Mo Tingyu's job of cutting bamboo sticks, but they were accompanying Song Nanzhi to sell on the street. When it came to lunch meat, they didn't take the job of shouting from Mo Li and Li Linsong.
The two took over the job of carrying meat, and after arriving in the county town, they first delivered luncheon meat to the butcher shop. The butcher shop owner also stared longingly in the direction Song Nanzhi usually came from. After seeing the group of people, he breathed a sigh of relief and greeted them from afar.
After some greetings, Song Nanzhi asked Li Changyu to put the backpack on the ground, and then bent down to take out the lunch meat in the basket piece by piece, "There are forty yuan in total, each piece is half a catty, and I sell it for one yuan and twenty." I don’t care how you price the article, I’ll give you fifteen pieces a piece, do you like it?”
As soon as the butcher stall owner heard about the price, he mentally compared it with the money earned from the pork on the stall. Even based on the current selling price, for every dollar sold, I can earn five cents, which is not a small amount of money compared to the money I make from collecting pigs, killing them and selling the meat, but selling luncheon meat is very easy, overall. I think selling lunch meat is still very good.
So he agreed without saying the price, "Auntie is an honest person, it's only fifteen cents a piece." After saying that, he took out a cloth bag tied to his waist, "Auntie, wait a minute, I'll give it to you right now." The money will be counted to you first."
Song Nanzhi said: "You sell it first, don't worry, I will come back to sell the meat later."
After listening to Song Nanzhi's words, the butcher stall owner stopped counting the money and said, "That's fine, I'll just add the money to the meat later." Then he asked, "How much meat do you plan to order today?"
Song Nanzhi glanced at the meat on the display and thought that since Li Changfeng and Li Changyu were here today, they also needed to know how to make lunch meat. With their help, they could make more. He also thought that if they went back tomorrow, they could still make lunch meat. I took some more back to eat. After thinking about the Li Changfeng brothers, I also considered selling it at the meat stall. "Why don't you just keep half of the meat for me."
A pig was sold for half at once, which weighed almost eighty kilograms. If it takes a day or two, wouldn't it be possible to get the meat of a pig? "Okay, thanks to my aunt's good business, my business is getting better and better."
Song Nanzhi said with a smile: "I hope our business will always be good." Then he took out the small pieces of meat for everyone to try, and then talked about his business experience of selling luncheon meat these days. Walk.
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