Luo Yong refused to take the red dates brought by Wang Dang's wife in vain.
He measured the number of dates with square buckets, and took the corresponding corn from home and gave it to him.
It was such a long journey to help him bring jujubes here.
How could we let them pay for it themselves?
They were not from a wealthy family, and those Dinghu men earned hard-earned money.
Wang Dang's wife was a quick worker.
Within two days of arriving in Xipo Village, she had tidied up both the inside and outside of the courtyard.
When walking back and forth in the Luo family's yard, I saw that the Luo family brothers and sisters were dressed warmly, but their clothes still looked a little sloppy.
Needless to say, she could tell that the cashmere sweater pants he wore inside were a good thing, but the ones he wore outside were a mess.
When Si Niang and the others are in the house, they put on two or three layers of short brown cross-collared jackets of different sizes, old and new, over their woolen coats.
When they want to leave the house, they put on their sheepskin jackets.
Then Peng Er wants to go out to do some work.
Also ask her to wear that rabbit skin jacket.
What Wang Dang's wife couldn't stand the most was the loose, dusty cloth shoes.
On weekdays, she would see the four mothers and five young men running around the village swinging their feet.
The shoes were old and worn, and they couldn't be worn even after running a few steps.
I dropped it and had to go back to pick it up.
It looked like a child from a well-to-do family.
The socks worn inside those shoes are also good.
Although they are not dyed, they are still made of cashmere.
Wang Shao also has a pair of those socks.
He said they were given to him by his husband.
When he touched them with his hands, they were really soft and warm.
No wonder those socks were The nobles from Chang'an were all vying to buy it.
"Er Niang, if you have those old and unwanted clothes, bring some to me and I will make you some pairs of shoes."
On this day, Wang Shao's wife finished the work in the yard over there and came to the Luo family yard.
On the other side, he helped his brother and sister sweep away the snow in the yard, and then said this again.
"Why bother Ahe again?"
Er Niang declined.
At that time, in addition to so-and-so mother, A-mou was also a common form of address for women.
The Wang Dang's wife was named He, and everyone called her A He.
Only those who had worshiped Wang Dang had to call her A He. sister in law.
"No matter how troublesome it is, being idle is nothing but idleness."
Wang Dang's wife said with a smile.
"Then I'll go get some old clothes.
If I have time, I'll make a few of them.
If I don't have time, I'll leave them for now."
Luo Erniang also knew that Wang Dang's wife was a good needleworker, and the dolls in his family were well-dressed.
Although it's not very good, it's still very tidy, not as sloppy as the Luo family.
Wang Dang's wife took the old clothes and went back to the yard over there.
It wasn't that she didn't like sitting around in the Luo family's yard, it was just that the Luo family brothers and sisters had to eat three or four meals a day.
In her opinion, there is no break all day long.
After breakfast, have lunch, after lunch, have dinner.
After dinner, there is often a midnight snack.
Every time Wang Dang’s wife goes to their place Side, for fear of meeting them again while eating.
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Even Wang Shao didn't even ask him to run to the Luo family's yard.
The paperwork had been completed.
Now that Wang Shao was no longer a servant of the Luo family, how could he still eat at his house all day long.
Taking those old clothes, she returned to the courtyard and entered the house where her family was staying temporarily.
She saw her eldest son teaching his two younger siblings to count.
During the few days he was in the Luo family, he also learned some things from Luo Sanlang.
Although I'm not very good at it, I can barely count to a hundred.
Several children were staying on the kang for a while.
At the end of the kang, there was a row of cloth shoes and socks being baked.
They were the shoes of Wang Dang and his brothers.
Since Wang Dang's wife came, they could wear dry and warm clothes.
Shoes for feet.
Since December, the weather has become colder and colder, and everywhere is freezing.
The road is not so muddy anymore, but if you walk on the snow for a long time, your shoes will still get wet.
These days, Wang Dang's wife asked them to bring an extra pair of shoes and socks when they went out.
When their feet got wet when they walked into the city, they removed the wet shoes and wet socks and put on dry ones.
When they came back to Xipo Village, The two pairs of shoes and socks were given to Wang's wife.
She took them to the well the next day, sprinkled some plant ash with a hammer, washed them, and then took them home and baked them on the kang.
It only took one day.
Dry to the core.
After tidying up the shoes and socks on the kang and turning over a few eggs that were hatching next to them, Wang Dang's wife wiped her hands, took out the tools, sat on the kang and started cutting the soles.
The method of hatching chickens on the fire bed was learned from Siniang Wulang and the others, and they also have the feed for the chickens.
A few days ago, her head of house helped clean two pig pens, and the family gave him a bucket of bean dregs as wages.
Later, other villagers also asked them to help clean the pig pens, and they all paid the price of two pig pens and a bucket of bean dregs. .
For such a small job, he was willing to pay a bucketful of bean dregs.
For the Wang family's daughter-in-law, who had been accustomed to poverty since she was a child, this place was almost extremely rich.
So although they can only live in this courtyard until next spring, she is not ready to leave.
If this courtyard can no longer be lived in by then, she will find another place.
Even though we are in a foreign land, life is always better when we stay in a wealthy place.
The arrival of these people has also brought many conveniences to Xipo Village.
Did Luo Yong ask them to clean the pigsties now?
There were so many pigsties in his house.
After cleaning them, Wang Dang and the others were only willing to collect a bucket of bean dregs.
Luo Yong really didn't have such a big face and couldn't fight in person, so he had to Afterwards, he asked Wulang to fill them up with half a liter of soy sauce.
This batch of soy sauce was in season.
The sauce cubes made in the spring were fermented in the vat for more than half a year.
The vats were placed in the backyard of the Luo family, and they were stirred every morning and then dried in the sun.
It is necessary to cover the mouth of the tank all day long and at night to avoid being exposed to dew.
Luo Yong ordered a batch of lids from the pottery workshop.
The lids were placed on the jar like large upside-down plates.
Even on rainy days, there was no fear of rainwater flowing into the sauce jar.
People in the village wanted to eat soy sauce, bean paste, fermented bean curd and other foods, so they took the bean dregs from their homes to the Luo family yard to exchange them.
Since it was just some bean dregs that they could not use up at home, it was not a pity to exchange them.
Luo Yong can now earn a lot of bean dregs every day.
When cooking pig food and chicken food every day, he first uses the fresh bean dregs collected that day, and then breaks the unused bean dregs into small pieces and puts them on the kang to dry and put them away.
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After the spring begins, the villagers have to work in the fields again, and the weather gets hot and it is difficult to store tofu.
At that time, every household makes less tofu, and they have to feed chickens and pigs, so there is no extra bean dregs to take.
Come to Luo Yong to exchange things.
When the time comes, Luo Yong will take out the dried bean dregs stored in his warehouse to feed the pigs and chickens.
Due to the pressure brought by the payment for the 60,000 Eucommia seedlings, Luo Yong has been living more carefully recently.
In addition to working and settling accounts every day, he doesn't buy much meat from the city.
No matter how much he calculated, the money was still not enough.
In addition to paying for the saplings, he also had to buy cattle.
If he couldn't buy healthy cattle before spring, how would he carry out next year's spring plowing?
When Wang Dang, the head of the Goat Beard Think Tank, learned that Luo Yong was worried about money recently, he gave him an idea: "Since Mr.
Lang has no money, why not kill these pigs and sell them for cash first?"
Let’s talk about it after passing this level.”
"What you said makes sense."
This was the truth, but Luo Yong was reluctant to kill his pigs at the time when they were growing taller.
"If you want to slaughter them at this time, you should first select those with small bones and round shapes and slaughter them first."
The other party said again.
"Then tell me, which end is the right one to choose first?"
He was reluctant to give up, but when the matter came to a close, he had to make a decision.
This man looked like he could figure it out, so Luo Yong asked him for his opinion.
"Let's just choose this one."
The other party seemed to have already thought about it, and pointed at a pig pen next to them.
The pig was really round.
Upon closer inspection, Luo Yong also felt that the frame of this pig was a little smaller than the other pigs, so he decided to start with it.
"Yang Dalang knows how to kill pigs."
Luo Yong saw that the goatee could touch his pigs so clearly, so he guessed that he might have wanted to take over the pig-killing business.
This goatee's face is thicker than that of the king's, and he is also shrewder.
However, I heard that he is also very loyal to his brothers.
Among that group of people, he is like a military advisor.
"Of course I can."
Seeing Luo Yong ask about the idea, the other party replied with a smile.
"How do you calculate wages?"
Luo Yong is not a thin-skinned person.
"Take care of everything from beginning to end, just pay three liters for draining the water."
Naturally, he had already thought about this wage.
"Okay."
Luo Yong nodded readily.
Killing pigs was a troublesome thing for him.
If the villagers were invited to help, more things would be distributed.
Nayang Dalang didn't go to work today, so he took over the job.
He immediately drove the pig to the yard where he lived, asked Wang Dang's wife to help him prepare some boiling water, and then started working on his own in the yard.
Wang Shao ran out and said he wanted to help, but he sent him back.
It was better for the child not to see blood.
This Yang Dalang is a widower.
His mother-in-law had an accident when she gave birth, and neither the adults nor the children were saved.
He had always been kind to Wang Shao.
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He had heard earlier that this boy had sold him out, so he and Wang Dang went out to find someone without saying a word.
Yang Dalang was busy killing pigs over there, and Luo Yong was still making wool felt in his backyard.
After the other party had packed up the pig, he carried it to him on a load and shouted in the yard outside.
Luo Yong quickly ran out to inspect the goods.
"Look, this pig is well taken care of," Na Yang Dalang said with a smile.
"It's OK."
Luo Yong checked it briefly.
He did the work very carefully.
The pig's hair was shaved cleanly and the water was cleaned up.
After the pigs were killed, it was naturally time to pay wages.
Luo Yong took out a liter of rice from his grocery store.
First he put a kidney and a piece of large intestine into it.
After making up one liter, he asked again He said: "Is there anything you want?"
"Hey."
Yang Dalang looked directly at the pig's tail.
"Okay."
Luo Yong smiled, gave him the pig's tail, and then cut a piece of fat on the pig's butt as big as a child's hand: "I'm afraid it's not enough for three liters, let's get some more pig blood to make up the amount. ” "Enough, enough," Yang Dalang said quickly.
He didn't expect that Luo Sanlang could cut such a good piece of meat for him.
"Get some.
It's good to cook the pig's blood with pickles."
It's not easy to kill a pig.
Luo Yong felt that the things were a bit missing.
There were a lot of people in their yard, so this was not enough to stuff their teeth. sewn.
"That's enough, that's enough.
If you can't finish those pig blood, I'll help you go to the village and ask them to bring the bean dregs in exchange."
Yang Dalang helped Luo Yong put the things away and carried the basket and pole.
Then he left the Luo family's yard.
In the basket was the wages he got from killing pigs this time.
Killing a pig to get these things was much easier than helping people deliver goods.
"That's troublesome."
Luo Yong shouted from behind.
There is so much pig blood that they really can’t finish it themselves.
"No trouble, no trouble."
Yang Dalang can now see that the people in Xipo Village are the most generous when exchanging bean dregs for things.
Returning to the courtyard over there, he gave the reward from the pig killing to Wang Dang's wife, and then went to wander around the village.
Their group of brothers now all ate in a big pot, and Wang Dang's wife was The one who holds the spoon.
After Yang Dalang left the yard, Luo Yong took a closer look at his pig and saw that the fat was only two fingers thick.
Due to the cold weather, in just a short time, the fat had frozen into milk.
The white color contrasts with the lean meat, which is very attractive.
At first glance, it looks like good local pork, but when you smell it carefully, there is not much fishy smell.
When he was working as a salesman in the 21st century, he had seen many kinds of pork.
He only saw local pork like this once when he stayed at a farmer's house, and he bought it from the owner.
If you eat a little bit, you can keep it for yourself and try it out, but you won’t be willing to sell it.
Luo Yong cut off a piece of rib pork belly with a kitchen knife, took it to the kitchen, cut it into small cubes, soaked it in cold water with the ginger slices for half an hour, blanched it in boiling water, and then mixed it with ginger and onions.
Put the wine, soy sauce, and salt into the pottery cauldron and simmer it slowly over low heat.
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Because the turbid wine itself has a sweet taste, he didn't add any more sugar.
To make Dongpo Pork, you need to add more wine and less water, and simmer it slowly over low heat for an hour or two, and the aroma will be very strong.
The few children who came here to exchange bean dregs for pig blood under the orders of the adults at home couldn't walk as soon as they smelled the smell.
"What, you want to eat?"
Seeing the girls and boys poking their heads outside the kitchen, Luo Yong asked with a smile.
It goes without saying that "I want to eat".
"If you want to eat it, ask your mother-in-law to come over with ten cents."
Luo Yong was packaging the pot of Dongpo pork at this time.
He used the same clay pot he used to store fermented bean curd at home.
Each pot only contained five cubes.
Add half a spoonful of thick soup to the meat, let it cool, then seal it with oil paper and tie it with string.
He would sell such a jar of Dongpo meat for ten cents, so naturally he would not be targeting the market in the village, but the merchants and nobles in the county.
Tomorrow, let Wang Dang and others help him send this batch of Dongpo meat to Xu Erlang, and ask him to send one to each supplier of Eucommia seedlings, and try to promote it first.
If it works, this deal You should also be able to ask him to earn some money and food back.
In just one or two days, the reputation of Dongpo Pork spread in Lishi County.
When it comes to Dongpo Pork in Xipo Village, everyone praises it regardless of whether they have eaten it or not.
Someone with quick hands took his slave to Xipo Village and grabbed a jar of Dongpo meat.
He shared it with friends in the wine shop, and then put the meat jar on the charcoal fire and slowly roasted it until the meat in the jar was cooked.
The incense will float out from the edge of the filling mouth tied with oil paper, and you can open the can and share it.
Naluo Sanlang is really unique in raising pigs and cooking meat.
His Dongpo pork is really delicious, the meat is sweet, soft and waxy, fat but not greasy.
Those who didn't like pork and said it was fishy, after eating Dongpo Pork, they all rushed to advertise for Naluo Sanlang.
As for why this thing from Xipo Village is called Dongpo Pork, no one knows.
A few days later, Du Qilang from Chang'an City was upset by his cousins at home.
After much thought, he realized that there seemed to be nothing interesting elsewhere, so he rode to Lishi County again.
At noon that day, Du Xi and his servant Xie Kui had just entered Lishi County when they heard someone calling him Du Qilang.
When he turned around, he saw an unfamiliar face and thought that everywhere he goes, there are those people who love him.
This is what troubles him about being a romantic person.
"Could it be that Shichiro doesn't remember me?"
the man cupped his hands and smiled.
There is quite a bit of grace in the way he moves his hands and feet. "" This voice sounded familiar.
Du Qilang took a closer look and burst into laughter: "Who is it?
It's Yan Liulang.
How come you are so plump after I haven't seen you for more than a month?"
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