Yipin Farmer

Xiaodouzi's mother came to Meng's house one day to thank her. After eating five grains that nourish qi and blood, her health improved, her face began to turn red, and her spirit gradually improved.

She also understands that Ting Shuang is helping them. There is only one sheep in his family, and there is nothing to herd. The job of herding cattle is actually very easy. It is usually done by seven or eight-year-old children in the village, but he gave them such a mother and child. Lots of food.

But Ting Shuang said: "Little Douzi is very capable, he deserves it, and I will need him more in the future."

After hearing this, Xiaodouzi immediately raised her chest.

Ting Shuang chatted with the mother and son for a few more words, only to find out that Xiaodouzi was also surnamed Meng, a relative of the same family, and traced back to the same great ancestor. His mother, Li, was from the same village. Her husband died shortly after marrying into the Meng family. , Xiaodouzi is a posthumous child, she was scolded as Kefu's broom star, her husband's family couldn't tolerate it, so she brought the child to Sanhua Village, because of Kefu's reputation, Li Shi was very inferior and never looked for it again, the widow brought the child Life is difficult, women in their 30s are tortured by life like a 50-year-old woman.

Ting Shuang sympathized with them and said: "Speaking of which, we are considered a family, and we should take care of each other. Our brothers are busy with work, but we are too busy. We are short of someone to cook at home. When my sister-in-law recovers, Cooking at my house, meals for six or seven people, very easy. In addition, I bought [-] ducks, and the seller will deliver them tomorrow. In addition to herding cattle, Xiaodouzi will also put these ducks in the pond for a while. Let him go, and come back to the shed at night. Give him five hundred Wen a month."

Li Shi was moved with tears in his eyes, and said cautiously: "Too many."

Xiaodouzi immediately said: "I dare not ask for wages, I beg my master to teach me how to read and write."

Ting Shuang saw that he was eager to learn, and liked him more: "Okay, follow me and work hard, and I will teach you." Then he said: "Winter will come in a month or two, and you will not be able to survive the winter on the mountains. You move here." Well, it’s convenient to work.”

The mother and son moved down from the shack on the mountain that day, and settled in a room in the west wing.

At night, Baoqi lay on the kang with her eyes open and did not sleep, and suddenly said: "I understand, helping others is just giving money is not very useful, he will spend it all soon, teaching him to be self-reliant and finding a way for him to make a living is the most important thing." the most important."

"That's right." Ting Shuang said, "That's why the ancients said that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish."

After autumn, all kinds of fruits are very abundant. Many people in the market are carrying cattail bags full of fruits, and walking on the street smells fruity.

Baoqi followed Tingshuang into the city to deliver goods, looked left and right at the market, and asked the price, saying: "Many people in the village have fruit trees in front of and behind their houses, and they can earn a small sum of money when they are sold in the city."

"It's not as simple as you think." Ting Shuang shook her head, "It's not a problem to grow vegetables and fruits in the countryside, but the difficulty is to sell them. It's not easy for country people to go to the city to sell fruits once, and there is still farm work to do in the fields. When I have time to go to the city to sell fruit, I have to sell the fruit to fruit vendors who go to the countryside to collect fruit, but the price is kept very low, and I can’t earn much.”

As if to verify what he said, when he returned to the village, there was a peddler at the entrance of the village who came to buy fruit and asked the price. Fresh peaches cost three Wen a catty, pears cost two Wen a catty, and dates cost four Wen a catty.

Baoqi didn't know how difficult her livelihood was, so she did some calculations and found out that selling fruit really didn't make much money. If she sold it in the city, it would take a lot of work to get back and forth. Many villagers have already sold their fruit to Hawkers, they don't regard growing fruit as a real business, they don't take good care of it, and the quality of the fruit is not as good as that produced in large orchards that specialize in fruit growing.

Ping An also picked two baskets of peaches from his own yard to sell, and the price was still the same.Baoqi is not happy anymore, he has eaten this peach before, the skin is thin, juicy, fragrant and sweet, it must be worth more than this price.

The peddler was still very arrogant, saying: "Don't sell it and pull it down."

Just as Ting Shuang was about to speak, Baoqi said first, "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, safe, take the fruit back."

"Hey, four cents a catty." The peddler hurriedly called out from behind, and he could tell that the peaches were very good.

Baoqi said, "Ten essays."

Ting Shuang pulled him away, and said with a smile, "You can actually bargain."

The price of ten coins is probably not good, and the hawker will have to pay the freight to the city, and there will be bumps and losses on the road. If they don't have profits, they will naturally not do this business.In the end, it was said that it was four Wen a catty, and two baskets of peaches were sold, which was about four hundred Wen.

Baoqi was still a little dissatisfied, feeling that it was a cheap sale.

Ting Shuang gave him an analysis: "If you don't give some profits to others, they won't do business with you. No one will do things that don't benefit much."

"Then let's sell it ourselves." Baoqi suddenly had an idea, "The longevity peach buns you made are delicious and look good, and they can be sold in the city, rather than selling the fruit directly."

Ting Shuang was a little surprised, and praised him: "Xiaobao will live a good life."

Bao Qi was not happy when she was praised, Ting Hui, Ting Zhi, and even Ping An and Xiaodouzi would be pampered by Ting Shuang when they were praised, but he didn't get such treatment, it was unfair.

Ting Shuang took his suggestion, went home, washed her hands and made noodles, and asked Baoqi to pick a basket of peaches.

The Meng family's yard is not small, with about a dozen fruit trees, except for two peach trees and two jujube trees, the others are all pear trees.The pink peaches hang heavily on the branches, but they don't bring the joy of a good harvest.Baoqi stepped on a stool to pick peaches, feeling that country people are really bitter.

After picking the peaches, seeing that Ting Shuang had reconciled, she asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make a fruit pie."

"What? What kind of pie?" Baoqi was stunned, she had never heard of this name after eating so many delicacies.

Ting Shuang knew that the name with a foreign flavor was difficult to understand, so she didn't explain it, and kept busy.He has eaten fruit pie but has never made it. No matter what it is made of, he says it is a fruit pie, and that thing is a fruit pie. Anyway, no one here has eaten it.

Peel the peaches and slice them radially, place them on the pie crust, and smear caramel sauce on them. What if there is no oven?

Ting Shuang scratched her head for a long time, remembering how Brother Lu used the oven in "Robinson Crusoe", it seemed that he put a clay urn on the bread and covered it with charcoal.

This is the case in theory, but it is not easy to control the fire in actual operation.

For making food, Ting Shuang has always been very energetic, and after being defeated, she racked her brains to make the limited ingredients as delicious as possible. Later, with the guidance of Mr. Chu, her craftsmanship improved rapidly.After two experiments, something called "Peach Pie" was made. After it was finished, it was sent to the neighbors Aunt Zhou's house and Li Changfu's house for them to taste. They were all well received. Only Li Changfu said two words: "And If you don’t open a restaurant, what are you guys doing doing this at home?”

Ting Shuang also made cakes. In fact, he had never made cakes, and he didn’t know how to make them, but many women in the village knew how to make hair cakes, so he learned how to make hair cakes. When making them, he added eggs and skimmed milk, added sugar, and then Steam it in a pan, or bake it in a simple oven, and put beautiful dried fruits on top after it is done.

Facing the delicious and beautiful works, Ting Shuang was very proud. Isn't the fat cake with eggs a cake?Who said it wasn't that I was in a hurry with him.Who dares to say that it is not delicious, pinch him.

The diners all said it was delicious.

"Of course it's delicious." Ting Shuang was very confident, and searched for some pastry recipes from the book left by Mr. Chu, and improved the jam birthday peach bun, peach pie, and fruit cake, adding pine nuts and pecans to the pastry. Dried fruit, it tastes soft but chewable, with a hint of bitterness and astringency in the sweetness, sweet but not greasy, fragrant but not strong, with endless aftertaste.

After it is done, take it directly to Huiyuan Building in the city to ask the shopkeeper to taste it.

The shopkeeper tasted it and said it was delicious. I ordered the next day's delivery, and each of the dim sum required [-] copies for trial sale.

Ting Shuang happily took the money, bought Feibai noodles for high-end snacks at the grain store in the city, and went home. Before going to bed at night, she did her daily homework—counting money.

After counting and counting, the more I count, the more excited I am. After deducting the cost of selling chickens every day, I can have a net of [-] yuan a day, which is [-] taels of silver a month. I can repay the loan by this time next year.The installment payment for buying cattle, sheep and ducks can be topped off with the money from selling dim sum and fish.After counting, hide the money pot in the Kang cave, and then go to bed.

Baoqi laughed at him: "Aren't you unable to sleep without counting the money?"

"Yes." Ting Shuang was very happy, "My ideal is to sleep until I wake up naturally, and count the money until my hands cramp."

"Well, you ended up looking for a job at a money shop and counting money every day."

"Bah, what I'm talking about is counting my own money." Ting Shuang kicked him, "I'm going to sleep, you go and watch Zhizhi, see that he is sleepy and urge him to sleep."

In other words, it is really inconvenient to not have an alarm clock. In the countryside, there is no hourglass, so you can only rely on the rooster to get up.

It is impossible to sleep until you wake up naturally. You have to get up in the middle of the night to feed the cows twice, kill the chickens, pluck the feathers and marinate the meat. Xiaodouzi wants to help. Ting Shuang is afraid that he will not grow up if he does not get enough sleep. He is not allowed to get up. Meng Li wants to help. The health is not good.It was still necessary for Ting Hui to get up and help cook the chicken, and the dim sum was prepared the night before and hung under the beam in a basket.

After delivering the goods for a few days, the shopkeeper raised his opinion, saying that the dim sum is not hot enough, and the taste will be a little bit worse. He is willing to pay a few taels of silver to buy the recipe.

Ting Shuang thought for a while and had an idea in her mind, but deliberately made a somewhat embarrassed look, and said, "My family still thinks about opening a shop in the city in the future, and counting on this to support the family. If I teach you how to do it..."

The shopkeeper said: "Of course, I won't ask for your prescription for nothing."

Ting Shuang said again: "Actually, it's not difficult to make these pastries. I'll just show you the chefs in the back kitchen. The main reason for the good taste is the raw materials. The peach trees in my family bear different fruits from others, so the pastries we make are also different." Generally, if you want to make it, you have to use my family's honey peaches to have a good taste."

The shopkeeper heard that he was willing to transfer the recipe of dim sum and provide the raw materials, so he was very happy and immediately made a decision and said: "My brother is really a straightforward person, you teach my master how to make it, and I will eat your fruit. as evidence."

"That's unnecessary." Ting Shuang felt that it was unnecessary, because, judging from the restaurant's emphasis on food hygiene and their refusal to eat his roast chicken, they valued their reputation very much and would not break the contract.If the other party wants to break the contract, it is useless for you to hold the document. The government will not ask for compensation for such a trivial matter. Instead, it will offend the person and simply enlarge it.

"Business pays attention to reputation. Talking is money, and smashing it is a pit. I can trust the shopkeeper, so there is no need for documents." Ting Shuang said bluntly.

The shopkeeper gave a thumbs up: "My little brother is really beautiful in his work, and dealing with people like you is the most refreshing."

After returning home, Ting Hui was very dissatisfied when he heard that Ting Shuang taught Huiyuanlou how to make dim sum just like that: "Why do you just teach people how to make dim sum like this?"

Baoqi and Pingan, Tingzhi looked at him incomprehensibly.

Ting Shuang only asked back: "Do you think we are able to open a shop in the city under our current situation?"

"This... can't."

"Since we can't open a pastry shop now, why not teach this method to those who are capable of opening a shop?" Ting Shuang analyzed them, "The technical content of those pastries is very low...cough...I mean those few pastries It is not difficult to make such a thing, even I, who is not from a white case, can figure it out. It is not difficult for those adult masters who have worked on a white case to find out how to do it after eating a few times. Rather than others breaking up our supply later , why don’t I make it more beautiful first, and teach them how to do it, and they have received my favor, so they have the nerve to go around my house and order fruit from other people’s house?”

Ting Hui and others suddenly realized: "Oh, so it is like this."

Baoqi looked at him as if he was looking at someone he didn't know, and suddenly smiled and said: "I feel more and more interesting about you. The idea is not very clever, but others can't think of it."

Ting Shuang also said with a smile: "The reason why others can't think of such a simple method is because they only see the current interests. Of course, doing business pursues interests, but sometimes friendship is even more important. I don't have much interest to give others, so I might as well sell favors. Anyway, he does. You have to use fruit for snacks or entertaining guests, and it’s not good to use someone else’s, and if I sell him a favor, he will naturally consider using mine first.”

Ting Hui asked another question: "We only have two peach trees in our family. Although they bear a lot of fruit, it is enough to supply Huiyuan Building, but there are more than a dozen pear trees. After a season, each tree weighs about a thousand catties. It is impossible to make dim sum. It doesn't work, what should I do?"

"Of course I brought it to the city to sell." Ting Shuang is very confident that the pears from the pear tree in her yard may be nourished by spring water rich in minerals. I have never eaten such a delicious pear, and it will definitely sell for a good price.

Just do it, the whole family worked together, picked more than a dozen baskets of pears, put them on a bullock cart and went to the city to sell them.

The country road is rough and rough, and the bald-tailed one-horned ox unique to the Meng family is very strong, pulling a large cart of pears to the city with difficulty. It's all rotten. If I had known earlier, I would pull less pears and put more grass.

How to do?

Oh, Ting Shuang really wants to catch those omnipotent compatriots who have traveled to ancient times to make a fortune and become rich, and ask them: "How do you solve the transportation problem?"