Lady forced to seek prince

Chapter 262 Too Much

Before noon, all the things Mrs. Yang and the others had brought were replaced, and there was enough milk on the ground. Mrs. Yang waved her hand.

"No charge."

"It won't be collected, and it won't be shipped," Mrs. Yang explained, "Don't put too much in the car, lest there will be a bump, it will take two trips."

"It's not bad for me." The woman in the village who was waiting at the front showed a hearty smile. She was tall and strong, and she firmly blocked the rest of the people behind her.

"My family has a lot of livestock. I have these today, and tomorrow they will come again. Although it is cold now, it won't last long. If it is made into cheese, we can eat it slowly."

Mrs. Yang looked troubled.

The woman lowered her voice, "I'll give you thirty Wen."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, someone started arguing: "Dong Zanniang, you are wrong."

Dong Zanniang waved to everyone: "Does my family raise more animals than you? Why are you so anxious, when my milk is ready, can I give it to you?"

The white woman said, "How much do they sell their cheese for?"

"Here, I'll give you five hundred Wen."

Dong Zanniang looked at Old Madam Yang again.

"Be careful," Mrs. Cao hurriedly said, "If you spill it, we won't be able to pay for it."

"And milk..."

Mrs. Cao gave some instructions, then turned and left.

However, the white woman thinks that the cheese is not only good for this, Fengxia village makes the cheese very dry, so it will not spoil if it is left for a few days.

……

Are you done with today's chores?
Zhao Xuejing raised his head and looked at the sun, how long have they been here?Has the sun not risen yet, or is it about to set?Why can't he figure it out?
……

Just mentioning it makes people hungry.

Mrs. Song began to think, aren't Mrs. Yang and the others going to sell shoe soles?Why did you take all these things back?
Seeing Mrs. Song, Mrs. Yang immediately nodded to Mrs. Song, as a good news to Mrs. Song, after all, Sister Luo got the recipe for this cheese from Mrs. Song.

Bai Yuwei's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

Dong Zanniang bent down and picked up the clay pots on the ground. The pots were bigger than the old lady Yang had collected before. I don't know how many there are.

"How much it costs depends on how much cheese you make. If you sell it alone, it will be expensive. The small piece just now cost ten yuan, which is still the price of selling it in a village. It's more than twenty yuan if you sell it outside."

It's a pity that too little is done.

There's something interesting about these people.

After half an hour, the East Village found out what the people in the West Village would eat. The milk was given to them by the people in the village.

Only then did Lao Lao Xiao Xiao regain their senses, and immediately reached out to carry it.

As soon as this was said, everyone laughed.

The white woman looked at Bai Yuwei: "They didn't accept the milk because it's not easy to take it back to the village?"

After a while, Mrs. Bai nodded first: "It's delicious." After making it like this, it tastes even more delicious. This taste is a bit familiar but I haven't eaten it before. Anyway, after eating one piece, I want to have another piece.

Because they are all made of milk, lest anyone think it is more appropriate to buy cheese than milk.

Anyway, that's what it means, you can call it whatever you want.

Bai went on to say: "No wonder Dun Zhu ran out just now, so he wanted to buy this."

……

This time Mrs. Bai didn't speak, and Bai smiled and said: "Why not, you just make arrangements."

The white woman nodded: "Let Fengxia Village do it first, let's see how the cheese is. If it's really good, don't send it back and forth, if you just find a place in the stockade for them."

The white woman said after a long while: "Milk is expensive, it's hard to find outside, and most of the ones that can be bought are sold in the stockade. They sell it like this, so it won't delay us from selling milk."

For those who have been together for so many years, even if Mrs. Bai hadn't thought of this just now, she can make a rough guess now when she sees Mrs. Bai's appearance.

Everyone was discussing, and if they didn't pay attention, several children gathered in front of the donkey cart to drool.

There were a lot of furs on the donkey cart, and when the furs were removed, they were all jars of milk.

Cao Chengdao: "Aunt Yang and my mother have collected a lot of milk to make cheese, and they can't be transported in one cart, so...they have to take the second trip, and...their work for today is finished."

After hearing this, Bai Yuwei happily walked out.

"Make a pot like this," Bai Yuwei clasped her hands together and roughly compared, "Just take the milk by yourself, just add [-] Wen."

Granny Cao froze as she listened, and the penny in her hand fell to the ground.

Bai Yuwei nodded: "They are all packed in earthen jars. They have to take them home to make them. Don't put too much on the donkey cart. If they are not protected and damaged on the way, they will lose money."

While talking, everyone stopped making noise.

The small kitchen of the Zhao family was about to be filled.

Cao Cheng was stunned for a while before walking back.

The white lady raised her eyebrows slightly. The people in Fengxia Village probably didn't think of this. They only want to use this craft to make money, but they don't know that for Zhaizi, this thing may solve the problem that has been bothering her.

Mrs. Yang and Mrs. Cao returned to the village first.

Cao Cheng and the others were still busy, when they heard someone calling him, he turned his head and saw his old lady. He immediately put down his work and walked to her.

That is to say, the people of Fengxia Village have already thought of this and will not compete with them for the price of milk.

"Ah Yang said, it won't go bad after a long time," Bai Yuwei said, "Her grandma helped a rich family. The rich family knew they were coming to Taozhou and gave them a few yuan. They were reluctant to eat it on the way. , the cheese wasn't bad either."

"so much……"

In this way, more people saw the things pulled by the donkey carts in the West Village.

The Bai family also nodded: "The Feng family is here, we should also make more preparations, we can't be like before, without the slightest power to fight back."

As soon as these words came out, everyone hugged the clay pot even tighter.

There are a lot of livestock in the stockade, and there will be a lot of milk and goat milk every day, all of which can be stored as cheese.

"We are all afraid that they will be targeted," Bai Yuwei said, "Let Dongzan and Cha Shuo follow along."

Cao Cheng paused for a moment and said: "My mother said that she and Mrs. Yang's family are going back. The two of them will drive a car first, and when they get home, they will find some people to come again..."

Mr. Song wanted to ask, but when he saw this, he closed his mouth tightly.Looking at Mrs. Yang's appearance, it seems that he knows everything...

The white lady hasn't spoken yet.

Zhao Xuejing didn't understand: "What does it mean to come again?"

Over there in the East Village.

"It's not a problem," Bai Pozi looked at Bai Yuwei, "If there are still people in the village who want to do it, we can send them to the village with our animals."

Bai Yuwei handed the cheese in her hand to Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Bai: "This is made by Ah Yang and the others, it's called cheese."

If it weren't for Cha Shuo's gift, the milk of Cha Shuo's mother would not be able to make cheese.

He asked again, wouldn't you lose your share?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Mrs. Yang collected the five hundred wen, and didn't stay any longer, and left with a set of cars. She was right, so much milk, they had to transport it two or three times.

In the future, if there is an accident, it can be taken away at any time, and it can also be used to satisfy hunger on the road.

The middle-aged and half-children guarding the village helped their elders come out to watch.

There was no one else in the room, so Bai looked at Mrs. Bai: "You want to make all the milk in the village into cheese?"

Fengxia Village.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Old Madam Yang ordered, "Move all the milk to my kitchen, it's for making cheese for others."

"Okay, okay."

"With so much milk, it's delicious..."

The children also came out to watch the fun. This time, Gaoli was giving some houses to the Qianmin, and the Qianmin simply took the road at the gate of the East Village to go back.

This is what Zhao Luoyang and Mrs. Yang said.

The movement of the old ladies returning to the village was not small, which alarmed Mr. Song. Mr. Song asked Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanbao to help him out to see the situation. Standing there for a while, Mr. Song frowned.

The two put it in their mouths and tasted it.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xuejing asked.

The milk brought back this time is not only a little bit more than before.

Mrs. Yang said cruelly, "I can only accept three more clay pots."

Someone couldn't bear it and said, "Why don't we go buy some and have a taste?"

Mrs. Yang didn't care about that, she was afraid of losing the milk, so she counted carefully over and over again, and then sat in front of the stove like an old hen hatching chicks, guarding these things.

A pair of eyes looked out from time to time, and finally saw the figure of the little granddaughter. Mrs. Yang let out a long sigh of relief, stood up and grabbed the little granddaughter.

"Hurry up, go and have a look," Old Madam Yang said, "Can you handle so much milk?"

(End of this chapter)