The rich cook: love you has a deep set of rules

"Brother Zhao is really filial. He bought a mountain for his parents' tombs."

"Yes, yes, it's a pity that uncle and aunt died early, otherwise they would be happy now."

Zhao Bin arched his hand and said again.

"I've said hello to the Yamen. I'm going to buy this wasteland at the foot of Nanshan.

I'll be free in a few days. I'll ask grandpa to go to the Yamen and sign the document. "

Rongli just didn't expect that he would buy this wasteland. If he bought it, it would be on the half slope of Nanshan Mountain.

After reclaiming wasteland, even the city is less than 40 or 50 mu, but it is equivalent to becoming a small farm.

However, buying and selling wasteland for reclamation will start to pay grain tax three years later and share corvee, which is good for the village.

Rongli Zheng wouldn't stop, so he smiled.

"Yes, go home and call me then.

It seems that you really intend to take root in the village. That's a good thing! "

When the villagers listened to the two people talking, there was no room to interrupt, only full of envy and surprise.

Nearly 50 mu of farms and new yards, including mountains and fields.

Looking at all the villages, the Zhao family is also a big family.

Even if someone else's family can compare, it is also a large family of dozens of people. There are not many children and grandchildren.

The Zhao family... Only Zhao Bin!

The banquet opened here, and the busy women over there came to an end, but they took over the work again. They talked about it in private.

"Zhao Bin was only a few years old when he left. Now he is really promising."

"Yes, who would have thought that he was so thin and looked like a poor child.

It's big and tall now. It looks like a good worker. "

"Oh, he built a yard and bought land. Of course, he had to hire short-time workers when he worked. How could he go to the field by himself?"

"If anyone had such a son, it would be a blessing."

"Without such a son, you can be a son-in-law."

"Are you trying to find a home for your daughter?"

"Why? No, my daughter is just sixteen. She is good-looking and skillful. She is a good match to marry Zhao Bin."

"Didn't you say you were going to marry your daughter into the county?"

Women with daughters at home were especially enthusiastic, which made those with sons jealous and began to pour cold water on them.

"Not to mention Zhao Bin's daughter in the village. No one knows what he has done outside for so many years and whether he has a wife and children."

Sure enough, everyone was a little sober and unwilling, so they arrested Liu Yufang for inquiry.

Liu Yufang also wants to marry her daughter to the Zhao family. How can she find some opponents for her daughter first.

So she said vaguely that she had never asked such a private matter.

And once again Zhao Bin left the root of the disease and moved out if he needed to adjust his body.

Believe it or not, it's not easy for women to ask questions.

Fortunately, no one really drinks at the baishier banquet.

The men soon finished eating, and the women were busy helping to remove the dishes and chopsticks.

After a simple arrangement in the yard, Zhao Bin offered incense again, and then took the memorial tablet to the wing room for worship.

At this point, the sacrifice is completed.

The fruits and snacks on the table were distributed to some old men in Lizheng and the village.

Several people all smiled and accepted, not to mention the fresh fruit and exquisite dessert.

Even if this offering is eaten, it also has the meaning of long life.

Instead, the lotus steamed bread was offered by Zhao Bin to the offering table in the wing room. Everyone thought he was filial and didn't say anything.

At this time, more outsiders gathered outside the hospital, mostly women, children and the elderly.

Seeing this, Zhao Bin took half of the steamed bread with various patterns and gave it to the villagers.

The other half was distributed to villagers outside the village.

There were almost two people in the village. There were many people from other villages, but everyone was assigned one. Finally, they all dispersed happily.

When women get steamed bread, it's afternoon again, so they don't have much mind to work.

Seeing this, Liu Yufang didn't force them to stay. She divided the leftovers and let them go home.

The two courtyards are in a mess, especially the Baijia courtyard, which is even more chaotic because of cooking and cooking.

Zhao Bin changed his half worn clothes and came out. Seeing Qian Qian busy brushing dishes and chopsticks by the well, he rolled up his sleeve to help.

Qianqian naturally refused and drove him to sweep the yard.

Liu Yufang waited on the half drunk boss Bai to sleep. When they went out, they could see that they were working while talking, and their mind was even more lively.

When it was dark, boss Bai woke up and the family was busy preparing fillings and dough for tomorrow morning.

The dead rest in peace, and the living should live well.

Bai Qianqian made a change. She processed the bean paste bag more and steamed it into hedgehogs, piglets, even pandas and rabbits.

Iron eggs and other boys are also smart. They sell them to rich ladies shopping.

Sure enough, they sold fast and many, and the copper money bag was also heavy.

As Bai Qianqian expected, her sacrificial steamed buns were soon known to almost everyone in the village.

There are two rituals that people value most in their life, one is marriage, and the other is the afterlife.

One for adults and one for the end.

It's just a matter of getting married. How to handle the future affairs, whether it's grand or not, is also related to the face and filial reputation of children.

Especially some old people have seen the sacrifice of the Zhao family.

All of them said to their children at home, "when I die, I will worship like this.

You can't do nine mountains and nine mountains, even one mountain and one mountain.

Otherwise, you are unfilial. Don't blame me for coming back to you! "

Children can't stand this. They are all full of promises.

And those who can live and are really filial are also planning the anniversary of their parents' burning, or when they make a confession during the new year, they also come to Bai's house to order some steamed buns.

In this way, slowly someone began to come to inquire.

Bai Qianqian specially wrote a price list and divided the steamed buns into six sets.

The highest level is a-brand, nine mountains and nine mountains, plus eight layers of lotus buns and eight plates of tribute snacks. It costs twenty Liang silver.

Followed by b-brand, Six Mountains and six ridges, plus four layers of lotus buns and four plates of snacks, priced at 15 Liang silver.

The third is the c-brand, three mountains and three mountains, with two layers of lotus buns and two plates of snacks. It costs ten Liang silver.

The fourth kind of T-shaped, no lotus buns, only one mountain and one ridge, costs five Liang silver.

There are only eight kinds of steamed buns, five of each, a total of 40.

Enough to fill the offering table and make a good scene.

Of course, the price is also cheap, three Liang silver.

The first and second are for rich families, the third and fourth are for rich families in each village, and the last is that ordinary farmers can bear it.

Generally, the people who come to the door are intentional, and there must be no reason to return empty handed.

As a result, one or two businesses can be received every day.

Although they are all e-brand, Xiaomei clapped her hands happily.

She is very handy. Almost Bai Qianqian can teach. She takes these lists. She is making plans.

Except that Bai Qianqian had to worry about the hair and new patterns, she was already on her own.