A few days have passed, and Xipo Village seems to be getting busier and busier.
The heavy snow in winter has fallen and stopped, and steaming heat is floating in the yards of many houses in Xipo Village.
Those who have learned how to make tofu are so busy making and selling tofu every day that they wish they could send their children into child labor.
Most of those who have not learned how to make tofu carry tofu everywhere.
When you go to sell, you rarely sit around at home.
There are people coming and going every day at the entrance of the village.
There are people from the village and people from other villages.
There are people from nearby villagers who come to buy tofu together, and there are also many salesmen who come from other places.
On the contrary, the Luo family yard was idle, and they stopped making tofu.
If someone came to his house to buy tofu, he would point to the village and ask them to go to the village to buy it.
Luo Sanlang built a thatched shed next to the far gate of his house, placed a table and two shelves inside, and pasted a piece of paper outside the yard with four big characters written on it: "North and South Groceries."
The children in the village came over to watch the fun.
One child pointed at the big characters on it and asked him: "What is written on it?"
"Groceries from north to south."
Luo Yong said proudly.
He was quite satisfied with the big characters he wrote.
He didn't know how much paper he wasted to write like this.
Fortunately, when he practiced, he used all the elementary school students' homework books in the space.
Otherwise, Erniang and the others would look at that The consumption of paper is heartbreaking.
"Then what do you sell here?"
The children poked their heads into the thatched shed and saw that in addition to two courtyard walls and two straw curtains, there were two wooden shelves beside the wall.
There were a few things scattered on the shelves, which were not rich.
It was not neat and tidy, there was a long table in front of the window, and Luo Yong was sitting behind the table at the moment.
"There is fermented bean curd and bean dregs."
There was so much bean dregs left over from making tofu that Luo Yong couldn't use it up himself, so he planned to sell some.
The demand was not high, as long as he could get the price of fine chaff.
"With these two things, how dare you call them groceries from the north and the south?"
These children laughed at his loud tone.
"You think I plan to sell things from the south and the north before I call them north-south groceries?"
Luo Yong said with a look on his face, you are still too young.
"Isn't it?"
the children asked.
"No."
Luo Sanlang sat behind the table and said to the children outside the window: "I considered that in the future both southerners and northerners would have to come to me to buy goods, so I called it North-South Groceries." "" These children were stunned for a moment, and then immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha, bragging!"
When the children in the village get together to brag, they usually talk about how many cows I will raise in the future, how many acres of land I will buy, and how big a house I will build.
Those who mature earlier may even talk about marrying so-and-so as my wife.
This is the first time I have heard bragging like Luo Sanlang.
Otherwise, scholars are different.
Bragging is more creative than them.
Luo Sanlang smiled but said nothing.
Laugh, laugh enough now, and you will cry later.
Sure enough, just when these children were laughing happily, a strange fragrance suddenly floated in the courtyard.
It was rich and fragrant.
From the smell, you knew it must be something very sweet and delicious.
It seemed to smell like dates, and there were other things.
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They couldn't tell the difference.
They had never eaten or smelled anything like this.
"Dun'er, what are you cooking at home?"
one of the children asked Luo Wulang.
Wulang was weaker than other children when he first came out of the water, so Luo's father gave him such a nickname, hoping that he would grow strong and strong.
"Brown sugar chicken cake, it's delicious."
Wulang was also swallowing hard at this time.
Their family had made this kind of cake yesterday.
It contained brown sugar, eggs, and a lot of jujube paste.
It tasted very sweet.
However, he only ate one piece because he didn't make much work yesterday.
My brother said that when today's cake is made, he will cut it into a large piece for him.
He will often make it at home in the future.
"Do you sell this cake?"
Sniffing the aroma wafting from the room, these children were almost greedy to death, and the sounds of swallowing saliva kept coming and going.
"Two liters of corn for a piece of cake."
Luo Yong was waiting for them here.
What happened next was just as Luo Sanlang expected.
Each of these children went home and cried to their parents.
It was impossible not to cry.
How could they get cakes without crying?
That was two liters of corn, not two liters of beans.
These two kilograms of rice were cooked into porridge and rice, which was enough for the whole family to eat.
They even said they wanted to exchange it for chicken cakes
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"Ah ah ah, I want to eat, I want to eat Sanlang's brown sugar chicken cake."
"If you make any more noise, I'll slap you to death."
"I just want to eat chicken cakes, I just want to eat, I just want to eat."
"It actually costs two liters of rice.
How big is the cake?"
"I don't know how to suck it."
"You don't know anything and you just come back to make trouble with me."
"Suck it, grandma, that chicken cake smells so good, suck it, grandma, I want to eat the chicken cake oooooooooo" "" For a while, their village became lively, just like setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.
After one house rang the firecrackers, that house rang again, and sometimes there were several houses firing together.
Fortunately, the Luo family's yard was far away, so it didn't matter.
Not very audible either.
At this time, Luo Wulang was squatting at the entrance of the courtyard, eating chicken cake.
While eating, he looked at the dirt road into the village not far from his door.
There are people walking up and down this road every day.
In Luo Wulang's opinion, , this is already very lively.
Next to "Wangwu", a little puppy with blue-gray soft fur kept using its little paws to pick off Luo Wulang's sleeves.
He stood up and stretched his neck to get closer to the piece of chicken cake.
"You've just eaten."
Luo Wulang bit into the chicken cake in his hand, reluctant to give it to him.
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"Woo!"
The puppy looked at him with big wet eyes, hummed, and wagged its tail at him vigorously.
"Okay, let me give you a little more."
Wulang is a good boy with a soft heart.
"Woof" As a result, as soon as this one finished feeding, the other one came up again, tapped one paw on his knee, and the other paw touched the piece of chicken cake to say hello.
"Douli'er, you are not under my control.
I have told you so many times."
Wulang stretched out his arms, held the piece of chicken cake high, then twisted his neck and shouted into the yard: "Sister 4 "Mom" I shouted for a long time but no one answered.
The clay figurine "Luo Siniang" still has a certain amount of fire.
This puppy named Douli'er is clearly under Luo Siniang's care, but it always comes to Luo Wulang for food.
Luo Siniang just doesn't care and turns a blind eye.
One eye, pretend not to see it.
"If you don't come, I will tell my brother."
Luo Wulang shouted again.
"Brother is so busy, and you are still causing trouble."
Luo Siniang finally agreed to come out.
"Then I'll tell my sister."
Wulang said angrily.
"Sister, I don't have time to spare."
Although she said this, she still bent down and picked up the yellow-haired puppy on the ground.
The puppy was scratching and pulling on her body, obviously trying to find some chicken cakes.
When I ate it, there was no cake anywhere, not even a bit of dregs was left.
"Mai Qing, you are still the best."
Wulang reached out and touched the puppy beside him.
"Wow" Mai Qing said, let's have another bite of chicken cake.
It has been a few days since these two puppies were brought to the Luo family.
They are both sturdy puppies.
The green-gray one is slightly larger.
Luo Yong named it Mai Qing.
It's called Douli'er.
When the two puppies first arrived, Siniang and Wulang were so happy that Luo Yong simply asked them to take charge of one puppy each.
As for the money to buy the dog, the hunter who raised the dog happened to have a daughter getting married in the near future, so he didn't want money or food, so he asked Luo Yong to give him two jars of fermented bean curd, intending to add it to his daughter's dowry.
After Luo Yong heard this, he picked two slightly larger clay pots in his yard, filled them with two full pots of fermented bean curd, and asked someone to pass them over.
He heard from the villagers who sold tofu in the village that the hunter I'm quite happy to have these two jars of fermented bean curd.
Speaking of which, Orion was not at a loss.
A can of Luo family's fermented bean curd cost five cents.
These two cans of fermented bean curd were worth dozens of kilograms of corn.
Luo Yong also specially picked two larger clay pots for him.
Villagers are generally reluctant to eat the five cents a can of fermented bean curd.
In the past few days, Luo Yong has sold only four cans of fermented bean curd in the village.
I heard that one of the cans was given as a gift.
Gave it to someone.
There are some things in the county that are willing to eat, but those who can drive ox carts and horse-drawn carriages to Xipo Village will generally not be too stingy with the three to five cents.
But speaking of it, in their county, there are still very few families with horse-drawn carriages at home.
Most of them use ox-carts.
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The ox-carts are slow and it takes a long time to walk back and forth, so they usually send servants from the family.
After Luo Wulang squatted outside the yard and finished eating a piece of chicken cake, someone from the village came to them carrying food and leading children.
After all, I have made some money recently, so two liters of rice is two liters of rice.
If I don't get these two liters of rice today, I'm afraid the family won't be able to survive.
"Brother, they're here, they're here."
As soon as Luo Wulang saw the person, he immediately got up and ran to the yard.
The little puppy also followed behind with its short legs and it was so cold. , and puffs of hot air popped out of his mouth.
"Here we come!"
Luo Yong was putting several stoneware bowls he was holding on the table.
At this time, there were already many stoneware bowls on the table in the hut, and each stoneware bowl was filled with A piece of brown sugar chicken cake.
He looked outside the yard and saw more than one group of people coming from the dirt road not far away.
Sure enough, once the market foundation is laid, it will be much easier to make money.
Instead of taking advantage of the poor, it is better to pull a few straws from the rich.
As for whether Taluo Yong is the most prosperous and richest person in the village, So what does it matter?
Anyway, he just wants to raise the children at home better.
"Increase the fire and let the fragrance float out."
Luo Yong turned around and shouted to the children in the room.
"Hey," Erniang said happily, and quickly added fire to the stove. gd1806102: