"Master, can you say what you just said again?
I didn't understand it very well."
Mu Dalang suspected that he had heard wrongly, and he even couldn't believe it.
Since his uncle has come back and became a county magistrate, there is certainly no shortage of money in the family, but why is he still withholding the little money he gets from selling meat?
Mu Dalang's business has just started.
He works hard every day and can't make any money.
At most, it's just three meals for him and Bi Tao.
In addition, he imagined that Shuangshuang said that he should start the sign first.
Therefore, his pork is cheaper than that of ordinary butchers, and the quality is also the best.
Such hard work can only lead to a barely surviving life.
He can be hungry, but Bi Tao can't be hungry.
Mr.
Mu's face was a little ugly.
He felt that Da Lang didn't want to give him credit.
He said: "It's not that I won't give you money, it's just that your uncle just came back and he hasn't had enough rest yet.
If I ask him for money right away, how will things end if I make him feel bad?"
"Master, do you know that these ten pounds of meat will be the capital I will use to do business tomorrow?"
Mu Dalang was a little sad.
The old Mu family had been oppressed for too long when the family was divided.
Now that the family is divided, do they still have to endure oppression?
"It's not like I won't give you money.
Didn't I say that in a few days?"
The kindness on Mr.
Mu's face is no longer there, and he is even a bit sullen.
Coming from the second oldest family, he is too ignorant.
The boss is tired of traveling and traveling, and he will soon be appointed as a county magistrate.
Such hard work is highly rewarded, let alone credit, even if you give some meat to the boss, it is normal, isn't it?
Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t want to pay.
"Then I'll come back to buy meat in a few days," Mu Dalang said with determination.
"You are really going to make a big difference.
Who sent you to the town to be an apprentice?
Who asked you to marry Huang Bitao?"
It’s okay if you don’t know how to be grateful.
Now you have to quarrel with me over ten pounds of meat.
Is there any justice?”
After all, Mr.
Mu is not Mrs.
Mu.
He couldn't say such vulgar words as raising someone with a handful of shit or piss.
But he realizes where his kindness towards Dalang lies.
After all, Dalang shouldn't be at odds with him at this time.
Mu Dalang suddenly felt a little tired
He began to understand how his third uncle's family felt in their hearts when his family went to visit him again and again.
He must be very speechless.
It's obvious that the family is separated, and it's obvious that we can no longer eat from the same pot.
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But still being squeezed and controlled Mu Dalang fell into silence for a while, but Mr.
Mu, feeling that he had said everything he needed to say, stepped forward and took the meat away from Mu Dalang's hand when he wasn't paying attention.
When Mu Dalang came back to his senses, he realized that the meat was in the hands of Mr.
Mu, but he was empty-handed.
His face changed, "Master, what are you doing?
I haven't decided to sell this meat to you yet.
How can you steal the meat from me?"
"Okay, stop talking.
It won't make any sense if you keep talking.
Let's take these ten pounds of meat away for now.
I will send you the money in three days at the latest."
After saying that, Mr.
Mu stood up.
Mu Dalang wanted to reach out to stop him, but Mr.
Mu glared at him fiercely.
It seems that if he dares to say anything, he will be rude.
Just at this time, Huang Bitao's hot water was boiled.
She walked into the main room with the hot tea in hand: "Master, you have tea."
When Mr.
Mu heard the tea, he remembered the good things Mu Shuangshuang did in the hall of the old Mu family in the morning.
My mood suddenly deteriorated, and I no longer evaluated anyone's feelings when speaking.
"Da Lang, you are always a member of our old Mu family, and you must follow the rules of the old Mu family.
In addition, Bitao, you have to work harder.
Your wife, who got married later than you, has a baby for three months.
If you delay any longer, someone else will become your father and mother, and you two will still be alone and have nothing to gain."
Mr.
Mu's words were really hurtful.
After hearing this, Huang Bitao almost lost her balance with the tea cup in her hand and fell to the ground.
But she doesn't dare.
The old man is the elder.
As her granddaughter-in-law, if she offends the old man, how will she live her future life?
Carrying the meat, Mr.
Mu left the main room of Mu Dalang's house and walked straight to the front yard unhurriedly.
In the front yard, the little chicken ate the food happily, completely unaware of what kind of shock the owner in the backyard had experienced.
Mr.
Mu walked away, and the tea cup Huang Bitao was holding fell from his hand.
Water spread all over the floor, and Huang Bitao couldn't care less.
Because my man, Mu Dalang, was slumped in a chair at the moment, his face turned pale, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.
"Dalang, what's wrong with you?"
Huang Bitao stepped forward to help Mu Dalang and asked with concern.
"It's okay."
Mu Dalang waved his hand.
Then he looked at Huang Bitao with an apologetic look on his face: "Bitao, I'm sorry, the man who said the ten pounds of meat can only give you the money after three days."
"It's okay, it's not a big deal for us.
Let's sell the pigs in the past few days to get some money and save some money.
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Let's have a good meal in three days."
Huang Bitao opened her mouth and smiled at Mu Dalang.
Mu Dalang felt even more guilty when he looked at his wife who was still comforting him even though he had been wronged.
Mu Dalang made up his mind to go to Lao Mu's house in three days to get back the money for the ten kilograms of pork.
Mr.
Mu returned home carrying ten pounds of pork, which solved a big problem for the old Mu family.
Old Mrs.
Mu was lying on the kang with something to replenish her body.
Those who stayed in the village to eat also had delicious dishes for the tooth festival.
Of the ten kilograms of meat, Mr.
Liu marinated three kilograms with salt and cooked the rest.
Broth, meatloaf, meatballs, the whole meat feast.
Those who stayed in the village to eat all praised the old Mu family for making a fortune and not forgetting their roots.
For a time, the prestige of the old Mu family, Mr.
Mu, and Mu Dade all rose.
The unpleasant things in the past were gradually deleted from the minds of the villagers.
Everyone was only talking about the good things about the old Mu family, Mr.
Mu and Mu Dade.
After eating and drinking, Mu Dade went to rest, while Mr.
Mu smoked cigarettes alone in the yard.
Bata, Bata, I’m so happy Mrs.
Liu came over and shouted several times to tell Mr.
Mu that the hot water was ready, but Mr.
Mu only refused to go back later.
On the other side, none of the people in the third room had eaten yet.
Mu Shuangshuang is going to make delicious roast beef and vegetable salad tonight.
There was no salad dressing, so Mu Shuangshuang used fresh goat milk that Lu Yuanfeng and Xing Beichen found instead.
In short, it's all about freshness, and taste is secondary.
Everyone gathered around the table, eagerly waiting for Mu Shuangshuang to prepare the roast beef and then start eating.
In fact, there are not many things needed to roast beef, an iron frame board for roasting beef, and beef bought from the town.
Of all the ingredients, beef is probably expensive and difficult to obtain: