Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 1021 Xiaomin's happiness

   "That's because they are orphans. After they finish their studies, they will work for the general. Our children are not orphans."

"I still thought they were orphans. In the past, I wanted to throw the children at the gate of the school and pretend to be orphans, so that they could go to school and learn their skills." One person said: "That is the school opened by the general. Being able to serve the general is not better than us digging food in the soil and wandering around?"

  Following Zhao Hanzhang, even if there is another war, the chance of survival is better than following them.

  So as soon as the regulations came out, he was also the group of people who immediately sent their children to school.

   But more people want their children to work for the family, so they are not allowed to go to school.

Although the children are young, they can actually do a lot of things. Three-year-old children who can't even speak a word can be found everywhere, but they can be pulled into the field to pull weeds, and they can plant seedlings and sow wheat at the age of five. Seeds, vegetable seeds and catching insects...

  It can hold a **** if it is bigger.

  Farm work is very trivial, but it requires a lot of manpower.

  They have been allocated land, and they have to pay taxes every year, so they have to work hard.

  And six out of ten households in Luoyang City are orphans, widows, old people with children, and they are not young, which means that they need to spend more time in the fields.

  Zhao Hanzhang also knows this, she also has a headache, and currently there is no better way.

  For the problem of manpower, she can't get them a machine to share the labor.

  Zhao Hanzhang sighed again and again, and when he came out of the water mill and walked back, he slowed down the speed of the horse and swayed towards the capital.

   At this time, the sunset had already set, and a big fire began to be lit at the gate of the city, and everyone continued to line up for inspection and enter the city.

  Because they were divided into six groups, the speed was very fast, but they brought too much goods and needed to be counted and calculated, so there were still many people and convoys stuck outside.

Knowing that the gates of the city will not be closed tonight, the clever people made pancakes and steamed buns at home. After asking the gatekeepers and knowing that they can still come in after going out, they immediately went out with their things and walked along the line. Call down.

   Now all the stewards and guards are left, and their bosses have already gone to the city.

But the stewards and the guards also have appetites, and when they don’t have any, they are naturally willing to eat dry food. Now the salesman opened a corner of the cloth, and the steam from the bamboo basket rushed out, curling up in the afterglow of the evening, and then the fragrance followed. As the smoke spread, they scrambled towards their noses.

  The stomachs of the guys couldn't help but growl, and the steward who was filling out the entry information for the last bit of light couldn't help but follow the smell.

  He glanced at the team in front of him, and estimated that they would arrive at them in half an hour, so he took a roll of materials, put his hands behind his back, and walked over, asking, "How do you sell this bun?"

  The peddler bent over and said, "Two of these unfilled three-cents are worth two, and the ones with holes are one two-cent."

   "What filling?"

   "Mustard green pork stuffing and cabbage pork stuffing."

  The steward raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a lot of meat?"

  The salesman smiled and said: "Not much, but there is plenty of oil and water. The meat in our buns is all fat, and there is only a little bit of lean meat. Once you chop it, you will definitely not eat a morsel of lean meat."

   Upon hearing this, the steward immediately said, "Give us twenty-eight unstuffed buns, and another thirty stuffed buns."

  Including him in their family, there are twenty-eight people staying here.

  The steward turned his head and said to the guards: "Separate, two buns for each person, take them back to your place and guard them, take care of the things, wait for the master to take action, we will have a good life."

  Guys and guards responded happily, and came forward in groups to line up.

The shopkeeper happily lifted the cloth curtain to bring them buns. Of course, there was nothing to fill. Each person stuffed one unfilled bun and one stuffed bun. In the end, there was one unstuffed bun and three stuffed buns left. I took it myself.

  The shopkeeper wrapped it up with a leaf, and quietly put an extra meat bun inside.

  The steward was very satisfied with this, counted out two pennies to him, and then gave him another bunch of money, and said with a smile, "Can you check the number?"

  The peddler smiled, how could he figure it out? So he turned his head and shouted into the distance, and after a while, a half-grown boy ran over.

  The salesman said: "Xiaoliu, the manager ordered twenty-eight plain buns and thirty stuffed buns."

  The young man said before he finished speaking: "One hundred and two pieces."

  The shopkeeper showed him the string of money.

  The boy's fingers quickly grabbed the copper coins and slid them over, and handed them back to the shopkeeper after a while, "It's enough."

  The shopkeeper cheered up, and repeatedly said to the steward, "That's enough, that's enough, thank you for your patronage."

  The steward nodded, looked at the boy curiously, and asked, "Is this your son?"

   "Ah? No, no," the salesman quickly smiled and shook his hand and said, "This is a neighbor's child. He is good at reading, especially good at counting things."

   Not far away, someone called "Xiaoliu" again. After saluting with the steward and the shopkeeper, the boy immediately turned and ran to settle accounts for another person.

  The steward couldn't help sighing, "This is really amazing. In the past, who would have imagined that a scholar would run to settle accounts for a peddler?"

  The steward of the motorcade next door swayed over with a pancake, "Once upon a time? Did you ever see that the gate of the capital city will be opened all night for me to wait for business travelers?"

He swiped his hand in a circle and said: "Look, the only ones left outside the city are me and other bastards, so what if the city gate is closed? But the general opened the city gate all night so that we can enter the city." , and let the officials of the county government and the students of the Taixue check for me all night."

   "Let's say this happened in the past, it's a crime if the thought flashes across." Therefore, under the rule of the general, no matter what happened, he never doubted it.

  The shopkeeper who left quickly came back with his load, walking fast, he had already sold his stuff, and when he passed by them, he smiled at the steward, and trotted into the city.

  Ordinary people like them can enter and exit the city gate very quickly, without special checks, and just let the soldiers guarding the gate glance at the empty bamboo baskets when entering.

  As soon as the shopkeeper entered the city, his speed increased, and he almost ran all the way home.

   His house was full of fireworks. His mother, daughter-in-law, and two widows were leading a group of children making buns. His mother covered the kneaded dough with a cloth towel and placed it on the stove.

  The temperature here is high, and the speed of waking up is faster, about two quarters of an hour.

  Seeing him coming back with a bamboo basket, he was taken aback, "Didn't it sell?"

  The old lady's heart skipped a beat, it's over, they kneaded a lot of dough.

  The peddler grinned and said, "It's all sold out, Ma'am, there are still a lot of people out there who want to buy it. Is there any one out of the pot? I'll pick another load out."

  All the people in the kitchen cheered up, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, there are two pots just out, I'll pack them for you."

The shopkeeper took out the money he earned tonight to his mother, "Take it, so that I don't lose it on my body. Many people have picked up food and sold it. I guess I can sell it twice more. You can do it again." Four pots are enough."

  The old lady became sad when she heard it, "There is not so much wheat flour at home."

   These buns are made by mixing wheat flour and soybean flour. There is still a lot of soybean flour, but there is not much wheat flour.

  Who would grind so much wheat flour at home?

  The salesman thought for a while and said, "Make as many as you can. I'll pick and sell them first."

   "Be careful on the road."

   "Don't worry, the soldiers guarding the gate tonight are very talkative, and there are Zhao's troops patrolling outside, no one dares to bully us."

  If it was other soldiers, they would be really afraid, not only afraid of the bandits on the road robbing the buns, but also those soldiers robbing them, but the Zhao family army would not.

  The old lady also felt relieved and asked the fifth daughter-in-law to send the fifth child off.

See you tomorrow

  (end of this chapter)