Mugui

Chapter 25 Why not eat minced meat? (big chapter)
Yang Mu sneered, and said, "So you promised so quickly just now, are you planning to go back to the village and then regret it?"

Yang Wen gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He was looking forward to those big guys waking up soon, so that he could hold Yang Mu back for a while.

Unfortunately, the five people on the donkey cart were as quiet as chickens.

Yang Mu took out a small ink cartridge from his pocket and said, "I'll do it dozens of times. If you don't press your fingerprint, I'll go to the county government."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Yang Wen didn't expect that Yang Mu even brought the ink cartridges, so he was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

I saw her counting down again, with the attitude of "if you don't press your fingerprints, I will really leave".

Yang Wen snatched the ink cartridge, angrily pressed his fingerprints on the two pieces of paper, and then handed the paper to Yang Mu angrily.

He didn't expect a mere village girl to be so difficult!

The corners of Yang Mu's mouth curled up slightly, and he took the two pieces of paper. After examining them carefully, he smiled and said to Zhou Dazhuang and Old Man Niu behind him: "Leave me behind, let's go back to the village."

Yang Wen kept watching Yang Mu and Zhou Dazhuang lift the five people out of the donkey cart again, his face looked a little better.

Yang Mu sat on the donkey cart, smiled at Yang Wen and said, "Tomorrow, I want to see my mother's silver bracelet."

Yang Wen snorted coldly, then walked away.

The silver bracelet was very exquisite in workmanship, originally his mother planned to give it to his daughter-in-law as a betrothal gift, so it looked like it had to be stolen.

Yang Mu shook the paper in his hand and said, "Otherwise, I'll come to ask for it."

Yang Wen staggered angrily, looking at Yang Mu with vicious eyes.

Yang Wu trotted a few steps, caught up with his elder brother, supported him and left.

Zhou Dazhuang scratched his head and asked, "Sister Mu, are we really not going to the county government?"

Yang Mu nodded, took out two silver coins from his bosom, gave one to Old Man Niu and one to Zhou Dazhuang, and said, "Thank you both for today."

The old man Niu hurriedly shook his head and said no, but took the money honestly.

Zhou Dazhuang really didn't want it.

But Yang Mu forced the money to Zhou Dazhuang, saying: "This is what it should be! Without you, I would not have the money today."

She came here to really thank the two, and on the other hand, she also hoped that if this incident would cause trouble in the future and witnesses were needed, the two of them would just keep silent for the sake of money.

In fact, she hasn't got Yang Wen's money yet, but she has Yang Wen's handle in her hand, so she is not afraid that he will not pay back the money.

Zhou Dazhuang couldn't evade it, and the family was really in trouble, so he finally took the money.

The three of them returned to the village in a donkey cart, and it was already dusk.

It was dinner time, and the village was very lively. Some chased the child to feed him, and some squatted at the door of the house with a bowl to eat. Occasionally, a dog barked once or twice.

The old man Niu got five taels of silver for nothing, and he was in a good mood, so he went to drink.

Yang Mu and Zhou Dazhuang went to Aunt Wang's house to pick up Yang Shitou.

Yang Shitou was sitting in the yard eating with Aunt Wang and Sister-in-law Zhu, while Blind Zhou was eating in the house by himself and did not come out.

Aunt Wang's family ate porridge and steamed buns today, one fried radish and one fried cabbage.

Yang Shitou was a small man sitting at a low table, holding a bowl bigger than his face, and buried himself in cooking.

But if you look closely, you will find that Xiao Douding only picks rice, but doesn't stuff much into his mouth.

Aunt Wang's family only knew that Yang Mu called Zhou Dazhuang to leave in a hurry, but they didn't know what happened.

Seeing the two of them come back now, Aunt Wang greeted them for dinner.

Yang Mu thought that there was a Mu Dalang at home, so he refused, and took Yang Shitou away.

After the two left, Aunt Wang found out that there was still half a bowl of porridge left in Yang Shitou's bowl.

"If his sister made it, he would have eaten it already!" Aunt Wang muttered.

During this time, she found that Yang Shitou had a big appetite, so she gave the child more porridge.

Unexpectedly, even children who are not picky eaters would not buy her dark dishes.

Zhu's sister-in-law served Zhou Dazhuang a bowl of gruel and called her husband to eat.

Zhou Dazhuang is a peony chewer, no matter how unpalatable the rice is, there will be no leftovers.

Aunt Wang watched her son "hululu" drink the porridge, and gorge on the steamed buns, and finally felt some comfort in her heart.

Yang Mu and Yang Shitou pushed open the gate of their house, and saw the panda biting the only table in the yard, demolishing the house.

Yang Mu hurriedly ran over, picked up this Erha's natural panda, and taught him a lesson.

Yang Shitou looked at the panda's chubby face being rubbed round and flattened by his sister, he kept laughing "giggle" and stood on tiptoe, wanting to move the panda too.

Yang Mu handed the panda to his younger brother and went into the Westinghouse by himself.

Mu Dalang has been lethargic after taking the medicine recently, and even when he is awake, he is still in a daze.

But when Yang Mu came in today, he found that he was writing at his desk.

"What are you writing?" She leaned over curiously.

Mu Dalang raised his eyes and glanced at her, and asked, "Writing a storybook, what do you have for dinner?"

Yang Mudao: "I bought a few sesame seed cakes, let's deal with them."

Mu Dalang buried his head in writing again.

Yang Mu looked at his handwriting, and it turned out to be The Legend of the White Snake.

She told him this story last night, but he didn't expect him to add more details and start writing it himself.

Yang Mu quietly withdrew, warming biscuits and porridge for the hard-working employees.

Dinner was eaten at the Westinghouse table.

Mu Dalang ate sesame seed cakes and drank porridge at the same time, and asked, "Has the book been sold?"

After she came back today, she was in a hurry to deal with Yang Wen, so the two of them haven't talked about it yet.

Yang Mu nodded, "40 taels!"

Mu Dalang pouted, as if he was not satisfied with the price.

Yang Mu stood up, found a silver key, gave it to Mu Dalang, and said, "Hey, I promised to share the labor fee with you."

Mu Dalang glanced at the little silver locket, and said calmly: "You keep it, it's the medicine fee."

Yang Mu put away the money unceremoniously, without any intention of giving in, and then asked cheekily: "Is it for me this time, or for me in the future?"

Mu Dalang looked up at her, the girl's beautiful big eyes were full of expectations and calculations.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "It's all for you."

It's just a few taels of silver, and Lin Dalang, who is a dignified man, really doesn't like it, he just thinks it's medicine and food expenses.

At this time, he didn't know that he would develop the habit of handing in "household" from then on.

After eating, Yang Mu boiled medicine for Mu Dalang and made butter at the same time.

Yang Mu got more than five catties of milk today, and divided half of it to make butter.

The butter needs to be whipped at a high speed. Although there is no electric mixer, Yang Mu has great strength. With continuous high-speed stirring, the butter separates in less than ten minutes.

Wash the butter in cold well water to remove excess milk, and the butter becomes doughy.

As for the separated skim milk, Yang Mu shared it with Yang Shitou and the panda.

It was the first time for Yang Shitou to drink milk, his big eyes were wide open, and when the milk was finished, he licked his lips with endless aftertaste.

Panda's milk is in a small pot.

The panda took a sip, then couldn't stop, its whole face was in the basin, and there was a lot of movement.

After Yang Shitou finished drinking the milk, he turned to look at the panda and started giggling.

"Ball, lick the pot!"

Yang Mu, who was busy, looked up and laughed.

The panda eats milk all over its face, but only cares about licking the pot, how cute it is.

Yang Mu stretched his waist, relieved his fatigue, and continued to make cream.

First heat the milk on the fire, then Yang Mu put a few egg yolks given by Aunt Wang into the basin and beat them well, then added starch and flour.

Pour the milk into the egg basin, heat and melt, add butter and a small amount of sugar.

Yang Mu took a deep breath, played his unicorn arm, and stirred wildly.

The cream is finally ready when the stirring arms start to sour.

Looking at the pot of cream, Yang Mu really felt that the era with mixers was really a good era!
Next, Yang Mu started to make small cakes.

The stove at home is a bit small, and I can't make many cakes, and it is very difficult to control the heat.

Fortunately, she was just experimenting tonight.

When Mu Dalang's medicine was ready, the eight small cakes were also ready.

Yang Shitou was tired from playing with the pandas, so he went back to the east room to sleep.

Yang Mu spread cream on the cake and sent it to Westinghouse together with the medicine bowl.

"Dalang, you've taken your medicine."

Mu Dalang is still writing hard.

He gritted his teeth and drank the bitter medicine, sighing slightly in his heart, wondering when his body would fully recover?
And Lu Shan and Mu Chen, why haven't they found him yet?

Seeing Mu Dalang in a daze, Yang Mu pushed the cream cake in the small plate towards him, and said, "Try it, is it delicious?"

Mu Dalang had never seen such a pastry, so he didn't know where to start.

Yang Mu smiled and handed over a small spoon, looking at him expectantly.

Due to Yang Mu's excellent cooking skills these days, Mu Dalang did not reject this strange dessert, he dug a piece with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

The soft and delicate cream, accompanied by the soft and sweet cake, made Mu Dalang want to eat more and more.

Yang Mu's eyes sparkled and he asked, "Is it delicious?"

Mu Dalang nodded reservedly and said, "That's right."

He intended to maintain his aloof image, but he didn't know that the cream on the corner of his mouth made his cold expression look funny.

Yang Mudao: "I'm going to sell cakes in the county, how much do you think is a good price?"

Neither she nor the original owner had much idea of ​​the price of pastries.

Mu Dalang quickly finished eating the cake, hesitantly said: "One tael of silver?"

The corners of Yang Mu's mouth twitched, one tael of silver is as good as the two modern Mao grandpas!
Apparently, Mu Dalang is not as good at money as she is, and she suddenly remembered the story of "why not eat minced meat".

Mu Dalang is not the young master of a rich family!
The kind that doesn't eat fireworks!
Yang Mu instantly became curious about Mu Dalang's identity, "You...were you rich before? The kind who don't know how much rice noodles can be bought with one tael of silver?"

Mu Dalang glanced at Yang Mu innocently, thought for a while, and said, "That's right."

The mansion took care of his food and drink, and if he wanted money, he went directly to the account to withdraw it. He really didn't know that one tael of money could buy the missing rice noodles.

Yang Mu licked his lips and looked at Mu Dalang as if looking at a fat sheep.

Mu Dalang felt uncomfortable being watched by him, so he changed the subject and said, "Why don't you ask Aunt Wang?"

Yang Mu blinked, gave up the fat sheep, and took the cake to find Aunt Wang and Mrs. Bao.

None of them had eaten such a delicious pastry, and Yang Mu received a lot of praise.

As for the price, the four members of Aunt Wang's family agreed very much. Such a delicious pastry would cost at least [-] renminbi.

Mrs. Bao's opinion is that if you set up a street stall, you can sell it for [-] yuan, and if you open a shop, you can sell it for [-] yuan.

Yang Mu summed up his opinions and decided to try setting up a street stall first, and if the business is good, open a small shop.

However, the most important thing right now is to build a new oven.

There was some red soil piled up at the back door of the yard, and Yang Mu took advantage of the moonlight to start making the oven that night.

The panda lazily accompanied her, showing its big belly, hugging Xiao Peng, looking full of food and drink.

Yang Mu took a look, the fresh bamboo in the corner had already been eaten, and tomorrow he had to go up the mountain to chop bamboo for the pandas.

The panda is a cub, if it was in the previous life, it would have had pots of milk to drink every day.

Yang Mu secretly decided that if he continued to sell cream cakes in the future, he would give the panda a pot of milk every day.

In the middle of the night, Yang Mu finally finished the oven, washed his hands and went back to sleep.

The panda hugged Yang Mu's leg, turned into a fleshy leg pendant, and went back to the east room to sleep together.

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