Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

She took the first bite.

First, the glutinous cake with the fragrance of persimmon is bitten open, and then the pulp of the persimmon turns into liquid and flows out from the gap. With a slight suction, it goes straight into the mouth.

Yan Xia simply stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.

"Oh, this tastes amazing, sweet but not greasy, soft and fragrant. I am really a talented cook."

Yan Xia boasted.

"It's really delicious. Mum, this is a persimmon. How do you make it? It's so beautiful. If you take the stem off the persimmon and put it on top, it will look real."

Osmanthus fragrans' words instantly awakened Yan Xia.

This is how modern desserts are made.

It’s called Persimmon Snow Mei Niang, but it’s made with cream inside. The color of the outer skin is exactly the same as that of a persimmon. The cream is mixed with persimmon pulp, which is also very delicious. You can then take off the persimmon stems and put them on the Snow Mei Niang. One can be sold. On twenty or thirty.

Exorbitantly expensive.

It is estimated that in 10 days, all the persimmons will be ripe. A small half will be left to be dried into persimmons, and the rest will be sold.

Persimmons can be stored. Once they are ripe, you just need to put them in a cool place and eat them within seven days. There will be no problem at all.

If it is still hard, it can be kept for at least half a month or even a month.

Resolved worries.

I ate some more delightful desserts.

Yan Xia's sleep will be much better tonight.

However, Cui Siniu’s house at this time.

Stayed up all night.

Because all the roses in her backyard were blooming during the day.

The whole family was excited to death.

When daybreak, Cui Siniu quickly took the last money from her family and went to the town to buy flour, sugar and lard.

Although I don’t know the secret recipe of flower cake, I have never eaten it.

But Cui Siniu felt that the pastries were all very different.

After returning home, she boiled the lard oil into a pot, then cooled it and kneaded it into flour, then asked her three sons to pick rose petals and use them now. After all, she did not know how to make rose jam.

Wash the roses, dry them, and pound them into a paste. Then put a large bowl of sugar in a pot of flower paste.

Cui Siniu's heart was bleeding when she was released.

This is the last life-saving money for the family.

"Dad, have you finished building the fire pit? The flower cake will be ready soon."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, damn it, I have to do a job, and I have urged it three or four times. If you have the ability, do it yourself!"

Luo Jingui was not good at building things. If he wasn't worried that the villagers would find out they were making flower cakes, he would have to hire someone to make them.

"Wan'er, go help your father. Just let your brothers chop the firewood."

"I know mother."

Cui Siniu was already used to the way he talked and didn't take it to heart at all. She quickly asked her eldest son Luo Wan to help his father. Luo Wan had worked as a casual worker and knew a little bit about it.

No, with his help, the Luo family's fire pit was built.

It's called a fire pit, but it actually has nothing to do with an oven.

It's like digging a shallow hole in the soil, then building a small square box with bricks and placing it in the hole.

Before use, fill it with firewood and burn it for half an hour. When the temperature reaches the highest, put the things that need to be baked in.

The residual heat of the fire pit will cook the food you put in it.

This is how farmers make it.

An hour later, all three plates of flower cakes were out of the pan.

A total of 35 yuan per plate.

Three sets is 105 yuan.

There are five members of the Luo family, and each of the five extra flower cakes can just try one piece.

But Cui Siniu was so picky, she only took a piece of flower cake and cut it into five parts.

Each person was given a small piece.

"The flower cakes are all made from lard, as well as flour and sugar. They are all precious things. Let's eat less and sell them to make money, so that we can get a wife for you three brothers as soon as possible."

That’s all for the sake of talking about it.

The three sons have nothing to say.

They stuffed flower cakes as big as their fingers into their mouths.

However, the next second, several people vomited out.

"Bah, it smells weird."

The three people's faces scrunched up.

Then Luo Jingui also vomited it out.

"Damn it, what the hell are you making? It tastes really bad. Even pig food tastes better than this thing. How can you sell it for money? I see you are just wasting money. You bitch, try it yourself. What is this?" Stuff.”

Cui Siniu's heart thumped.

She quickly put the flower cake into her mouth and chewed it.

The outer skin is not crispy or soft, and it is a bit hard when baked. Because there is no sugar or salt, it has no taste at all. Apart from the aroma of flour and lard, it is not as delicious as steamed buns.

And the stuffing inside.

Sweet and astringent.

It feels like taking a bite out of an unripe persimmon, and your mouth is still filled with the smell of rotten petals.

Too bad to eat.

What a waste of lard, flour and sugar.

But how could she bear to vomit such a good thing, so she swallowed it hard.

"Dad, what are we going to do with this? It tastes too bad and we can't sell it at all. But we have spent all the last money we have at home on flour, lard, and sugar. If we don't make money, winter will come soon." Now, let’s drink from the northwest wind. After deducting taxes and debt repayments from the newly harvested grain at home, what’s left is only enough for our family of five to chew for half a year.”

Luo Jingui was also very annoyed, how could Yan Xia be able to make such delicious flower cakes, open a shop, and look good-looking.

And her daughter-in-law is useless and looks like she was licked by a grizzly bear.

It's hard to say.

I don’t expect her to make flower cakes exactly the same, but at least they can fit into her mouth.

At least with the name of Yan's shop hanging on it, I can sell my own cakes at a cheaper price.

But this is too delicious.

To be honest, he wouldn’t even eat it if it was given to him for free.

"Mom, how about this, let's make all the flower cakes in the backyard, and then the five of us will sell them in batches. We will go to the town, the next county, or a more prosperous village to wrap the flower cakes tightly. Let them try the food, and when it’s sold out, we’ll run away, and they can’t find us even if they want to look for it.”

Luo Bai, Cui Siniu's third son, had an idea.

The method he proposed was unanimously agreed by the Luo family.

So, after a busy day of work, the Luo family, on the second day, all five people left the village in small and large bags before dawn.

Because they had no money, they didn’t even rent an oxcart and relied on walking.

Cui Siniu carried a bamboo basket and Luo Jingui carried a sack.

Brothers Luo Wanluo, Qianluo Baisan, each carried a large bamboo basket. The bamboo basket was full of things, but it was covered with a torn rag, making it difficult to see what was inside.

"Okay, we're at the fork in the road. Your mother and I will go to the next county. You three, two of you will go to the town, and one of you will go to the village on the edge of the town to sell. Don't go near Yan Xia's shop. A bag sells for 50. Wen, do you hear that? Go home after selling. Don't get caught. Run faster and don't let them try it. It's best to sell it in one place and change it later, so they just taste it and feel it doesn't taste right. I can’t find you either.”

Luo Jingui ordered in a low voice.

While talking, he looked around with a lewd look, as if he was a thief, for fear that others would know what he was going to do.