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

Everyone's breathing began to quicken.

They opened the bags in their hands one after another.

It was wrapped tightly, with one layer on the left and one on the right.

It took a long time to take it apart.

Yan's flower cake is light yellow in color, baked to a crispy texture, and falls apart when you take a bite. The rose filling inside is tangled together, making it soft, waxy and sweet.

The flower cake in my hand has a white-grey outer skin.

Bang hard.

When you break it apart hard, the rose filling inside is scattered. When you put it to the tip of your nose and smell it, you feel like the rose is about to rot.

It's hard to put it in your mouth, and some of the flower cakes were even burnt.

How dare you sell this thing for 80 cents?

Any steamed buns worth a penny are more delicious than this one.

"Everyone, hurry up and give chase. Call your family members and pick up the guy. How many years have I lived, and I have never been deceived like this? If you catch this little beast, I will beat him to death and then send him to the Yamen. "

The aunts and ladies in the village were so angry that they all went home, called the men and children, and chased him out of the village.

Some held machetes in their hands, and some held dung ladles.

With this posture, those who didn’t know better thought it was a militia uprising.

However, Luo Bai had already disappeared.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Go straight around the path and rush home.

The villagers chased him to the city gate, but saw no one, so they had to go back. They planned to report to the official in the afternoon.

The county government office has to take a rest for an hour at noon.

After all, the magistrate is not a spinning top, he will also get tired.

The situation of the two brothers in the town was a little worse.

When they sold the first portion, the customer hadn't paid yet. He picked up a package and opened it to try on the spot. The two brothers were so frightened that they grabbed the flower cake and ran away. They ran two blocks away before they dared to sell it again. .

This time I learned a lesson and paid the money first and then delivered the goods.

Fortunately for them, none of these customers planned to eat on the street.

Until it was sold out, it was just noon.

The aroma of rice wafts from everywhere, and the smell goes straight into your nostrils.

They swallowed their saliva and were reluctant to buy even a steamed bun.

Went home with a pile of copper coins.

Cui Siniu and his wife from the next county have just arrived.

They chose a busy area, sat on the ground and started selling.

"Flower cakes, the most popular flower cakes sold in Shuangqiao Town, the neighboring county, only cost 50 yuan a bag. Everyone has heard of such famous flower cakes. They are the flower cakes of Yan's Pastry Shop in Shuangqiao Town. They are sold every day. The queue in the shop will last for several hours. We have ready-made flower cakes at a low price, only 50 yuan a bag, and they will last while supplies last."

Cui Siniu just finished speaking.

A man who looked like a scholar stopped.

He asked politely while standing in front of the stall.

"Auntie, is this the flower cake from Yan's pastry shop in Shuangqiao Town? Seriously? It's exactly the same?"

Some time ago, he went to visit relatives and friends in Shuangqiao Town, the next county. He happened to taste it once at his relatives and friends' house. It tasted very good, but when he asked about the price, it was only half a tael of silver for a small bag, and there were only five yuan in it. In order to take the imperial examination, he let his mother's eyes I was almost blind from exhaustion, so naturally I couldn’t bear to buy it and eat it.

I wanted to go to the shop today to find some copying work, but I happened to meet this aunt.

He was hooked.

If it was really the flower cake from Yan's pastry shop, he had to buy a bag and take it home for his mother to try.

My mother worked so hard, doing embroidery day and night for him.

"Sir, they are exactly the same! We have the same chef as Yan's pastry shop, so the taste is naturally the same, but her prices are really expensive, and she always hires people to queue up, which makes the shop particularly famous. In fact, our flower cakes are better than It's delicious and cheaper, it only costs 50 yuan a bag, and it's gone when it's sold out, and I won't sell it here anymore."

Cui Siniu brags without blushing.

She used the wording that the family had agreed upon last night.

I tricked the scholar into buying two bags and leaving.

Scholars generally want to save face, so naturally they will not open the package and eat it on the street.

So the two of them waited until they sold and changed places before leaving the town.

No scholar was found.

Yan Xia was unaware of the immoral things the Luo family did.

She was busy at the shop all day. She first picked all the persimmons, and then packed them into pieces. The raw ones were taken home to make persimmon cakes, while the ripe ones were kept in the shop to sell.

Previously she had picked as many as she wanted to use.

But those birds didn't give her a chance.

There were not many fruits in total, and she was heartbroken when seven or eight of them were pecked to pieces every day.

Just pick them all.

New products are on the shelves and are sold in limited quantities.

Because there were so few ripe persimmons, Yan Xia bought several batches, but they were not enough. One persimmon dumpling required two persimmons.

There are not many persimmon trees planted in the town. After all, every inch of land is precious, and those who plant them only do it for the sweet taste all year round.

Of course it won't be sold.

So when Yan Xia met a persimmon seller, he bought them all.

Almost all of them are picked and sold from the villages below the town.

One penny per pound, very cheap.

She specially customized a wooden box for the persimmon dumplings.

It is similar to the modern box containing Snow Maiden.

One box holds four.

Four large characters are engraved on it.

【Persimmon Ruyi】

As well as anti-counterfeiting engravings, the words Yan's Pastry Shop are engraved everywhere.

It's just so small that you can only see it if you get close.

A box costs one tael of silver.

It can be called the most expensive pastry in the shop.

But this pleasing appearance and auspicious name still caused many wealthy households in the town to rush to buy it.

Limited to 50 servings per day.

Osmanthus was busy making flower cakes and peach cakes, while Jin Fu looked at the shop. There were not enough manpower at all, and the ice powder had not yet been taken off the shelves. Yan Xia simply brought Xiao He and Wintersweet to help.

It’s just that the backyard, which was not big at all, is becoming more and more crowded.

Yan Xia has a lot of money on hand, and she plans to buy a shop again.

I just looked around and didn't find anything suitable.

Either the location is too remote or there is no backyard.

Or the house is too old.

The matter of buying a shop can only be put aside for the time being.

"Are you still happy with your work? I just bought a box this morning. My family said it was delicious. Give me five more boxes. I want to give them away."

"Master, I'm sorry. Shishi Ruyi is limited to purchase. One person can only buy two boxes a day."

Jinfu is very calm. Since it was put on the shelves yesterday, Shishi Ruyi has become extremely popular.

It can be said that demand exceeds supply.

"Then let's get another box. I'll buy it again tomorrow, but the queue is too long."

"Sorry, sir, it's sold out today. You can come early tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, okay, please ask shopkeeper Yan to make more. What's the quantity limit for such delicious food? It's harmful -"

The rich old man was a little unhappy, but since he had been shopping at Yan's pastry shop for a long time, he couldn't show off his work, so he threw up his sleeves and left.

When the shop is closed at noon.

Jin Fu talked about this phenomenon.

"Mom, there are many people lining up all morning just to buy persimmons. Why don't you increase the quantity? We have so many persimmons piled in the yard. Isn't it enough?"

Jin Fu was a little curious. After the persimmons were ripe, they wouldn't last long.

Why don't you sell the persimmons quickly before they rot?