Dressed as the heroine of the farming novel and the best relative

Chapter 35: Examination of Scholars and Poor Three Generations
Dad Gao immediately thought of the God of Cooking iron pot, which is used to make fish meatball puree. The taste is absolutely fine, but there is only one Iron Pot of God of Cooking!

Xiang Xi understood his concerns and said, "Dad, I'm a good cook. I can help with seasoning and boiling water. The fish balls will definitely be delicious."

Dad Gao's eyes lit up. Yes, the process of making fish meatballs also requires water. Use a Kitchen God iron pot to boil water and add it to it. Wouldn't it taste the same?

At that time, they only need to put the boiled water in buckets and let the villagers carry it for use, and the problem will be solved.

Father Gao nodded.

"Really, really? Can I try the taste of fish meatballs?" The village chief rubbed his palms, shy and expectant, and looked at Xiang Xi with eyes filled with anticipation.

It’s no wonder that the village chief is so arrogant. He really wants to be an official at this time. Even if he is a township chief, a scholar cannot become one. What’s more, if a scholar can read, it will cost a huge amount of money. It usually requires the efforts of the whole family. Ordinary farming and reading families Only then can a scholar with a good reputation be born.

If a scholar fails to pass the exam, all the initial expenses will be in vain, and the scholar will be poor for three generations. This is no joke.

And if the village chief becomes the township chief, the scholars in the village will also have some confidence, and the villagers will not be afraid of being bullied in the county. Even the officials working in front of the county government have to be given some face, and they will not be able to do anything in their work. Difficult people.

Not only that, after becoming the mayor of the township, he can also recommend students to study in county schools. The worst teachers in county schools are all from Juren background, and Gao Yun’s wife who is studying in the town at the moment is a scholar and is good at books. In the great Chu Dynasty, where all were controlled by aristocratic families, and the ranking in the imperial examinations depended on prestige and the examiner's preference, it was understandable that students from poor families had difficulty in getting ahead.

What's more, the Gao family only has the name of being a poor family, but is actually a peasant family. If the ancestor of the Gao family hadn't been a medical doctor, I'm afraid Father Gao wouldn't have sent Gao Yun to study.

"Brother Gao, don't worry. As long as I become the mayor of the township, I will definitely recommend Gao Yun to study in the county." The village chief said with assurance, patting his chest.

He is not stupid. Gao Yun is one of his own and the only scholar in the village. He does not recommend anyone, not to mention that there are no scholars among his relatives and friends, so there is no need to worry about embarrassment in the future.

Father Gao was very moved after hearing this. He looked at Xiang Xi for advice.

Xiang Xi happily made friends with the village chief and stood up proactively, "Don't worry, village chief. I'll go to the kitchen to find my mother to make meatballs. The village chief will stay to have dinner together tonight and taste it."

"Okay, okay." The village chief scratched his beard happily and stayed to exchange glasses with Gao Gao.

Xiang Xi returned to the kitchen, passed Liu Yuanyuan directly, and told Gao Mu about this.

Gao Mu went to get the flour, and Xiang Xi found Gao Sachs and asked him to catch some fish. Although it was winter, the rivers in the south did not freeze, and the fish inside became plump in winter.

Goldman Sachs went out with the harpoon, and within a quarter of an hour, he walked into the kitchen with two big fish.

Xiang Xi and Gao Mu have prepared the seasonings.

As soon as Xiang Xi touched the fish, she shivered with cold. Goldman hurriedly took the fish from her hand, slapped it on the head with a knife and the fish fainted. He said, "How do you need to kill it? I can do it."

He glanced at her bandaged head, with concern hidden in his helpless eyes.

Kill the fish, remove the bones and spines.

Following Xiang Xi's instructions, Goldman Sachs moved very quickly, and the fish meat was processed beautifully and neatly, with the bones and flesh separated.

"My husband, you are great. You are indeed a good hunter. If I had your skills, I would have no worries about food and clothing." Xiang Xi's mouth was full of admiration and praise.

Goldman subconsciously thought that she was trying to coax him. He looked up and saw her admiring eyes. For some reason, his chest was bulging. This was not the first time that he was praised. Why was it Xiang Xi's turn to say this? It actually feels sweeter than eating honey.

Realizing that something was wrong with him and his emotions were seriously affected by Xiang Xi, Goldman couldn't help but avoid her sight, stepped aside, and doubted his life.

Xiang Xi and Gao Mu couldn't wait to start making fish meatballs.Normal fish meatballs are cooked first and then drained.

Xiang Xi wanted to increase the shelf life, so she tried to make several portions, one portion was dried directly, another portion was dried after cooking, and the latter prepared a few more portions, refrigerated them in a well, and placed them outdoors.

Of course, drying them would keep them longer, but in order to collect data and determine the shelf life more comprehensively, she tried them all, and it wasn't a waste anyway.

It's not dark yet.

The Gao family has dinner.

Xiang Xi put the bowls of boiled fish meatballs, fried fish meatballs, soy sauce fish meatballs and other dishes that she and Gao Mu had made together on the table.

As soon as Gao Lao Gao and the village chief were put down, they smelled a strong fragrance.

The village chief couldn't wait and looked at Xiang Xi and the others and said, "Everyone, come and sit down and eat. I really want to taste it."

Xiang Xi pulled Goldman Sachs to sit down.

Gao's mother also walked to Gao's side.

Father Gao used his chopsticks first and picked up a fish ball for Gao's mother. Then the village chief couldn't wait to pick up a fish ball and taste it.

As soon as he entered, the village chief's eyes lit up.

As if he hadn't eaten meat for hundreds of years, he picked up several fish balls in succession, chewed them in his mouth, slapped the table and said excitedly, "Okay, it's really delicious!"

"Brothers and sisters, Gao Sachs, you are so awesome." The village chief started to flatter him, "With your cooking skills, it's no wonder that the business of the meat pie stall is so good. Now I finally understand why those who have a lot of money go to buy it. If I had money, I would buy it too!”

The village chief was so moved that he almost cried.

"You are truly the heroes of my Dahe Village!"

"If anyone says bad things about you in the future, who am I to worry about?"

"With this craft, you can live a good life even if you don't tell me. You are so kind to me." The village chief was so excited.

Gao Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Xiang Xi coughed softly and teased him, "Village chief, aren't you worried that the fish balls won't last long? If the fish balls are kept for too short, the business won't be able to grow and they won't be sold in the county."

"What? Do we want to sell the county seat?" The village chief opened his innocent eyes and said that he just wanted to sell it in towns and villages across ten miles and eight towns, which would be enough for the villagers to continuously earn dozens of dollars a day. Wen.

Don't be dissatisfied with dozens of cash. Go to the county dock to carry a bag. It's only [-] cash a day. You have to bring your own rations and have no place to rest.

The corner of Xiang Xi's mouth twitched slightly, "..." Should she say that the village chief is down-to-earth, or should she praise him for not being greedy?

"Then... how long can the meatballs be kept?" the village chief asked cautiously, wishing he could hide his stupidity in the soil underground, so that no one would know that he had been embarrassed!
"According to my estimation, dried fish meatballs can be stored for ten days in winter, and fresh fish meatballs can be stored for three days in winter." Xiang Xi said conservatively.

(End of this chapter)