The others are bowls, dozens of small ceramic bowls that have been burned back from the kiln.

Two large pots of meat, pots and pans, accompanied by the ox-pulled cart, limped on the car and went on the road, Qin Mo sat in the back of the ox cart.

Uncle Liu sat at the front of the cart, holding the soft whip in his hand and driving the cattle.

Before leaving, Xiangxiang cried and wanted to follow, and also wanted to be in the car and go to the county seat to catch the market.

In fact, Qin Mo also had this heart to bring her with him at the beginning, but then he thought that the little girl wanted to eat in addition to crying for a day.

But it can't help much, and today's business is different from usual, these dozens of catties of meat to be pickled, to put a bowl, there must be a lot of people in the county, but also to find the boss to borrow a bowl to make plates, set the stove, maintain consumer groups, but also to sell loudly.

There are many procedures and complicated things, so it is naturally different from the past. So, after thinking about it in the end, I still didn't bring it.

As a result, before leaving the ox cart and driving a few steps, the little girl was crying behind, stretching out a hand and crying to come, the hand was stretched too long, and two cages of snot were hung on the nose board, and the crying Qin Mo couldn't bear it anymore.

In the end, I could only promise to come back and buy her white buns, and then the little girl stopped crying.

Alas, Qin Mo sighed in his heart, and the wooden wheel of the ox cart gurgled over the wet mud.

The sound of ox hooves stepping on the yellow mud road and colliding on the stones.

The rice is ripe, and the sparrow's nest is flying... The river in Chishui Village~, when is the water flowing~.

Mrs. Liu stroked his white beard along the way, dragging his voice sentence by sentence, singing the Xintianyou of Chishui Village, that look, so pleasant...

In fact, the rice on both sides of the road is not ripe yet, the last time Qin Mo passed by here, the rice ears were still flowering, and this time, they were bearing ears.

There were green ears plucked out of the rice seedlings in the field.

Heavy pressure on the head of the rice.

When the wind came in, there was a dry smell, and Qin Mo felt that this should be autumn.

But he didn't know what to use as a calendar in this era, Qin Mo lived every day, as if he was endless, muddy, and just estimated time by feeling.

After a few hours, I arrived at today's destination, the county seat.

It's still lively and noisy, and it's not the same in counties with large populations.

It's so crowded every day.

When there are more people, the purchasing power is good...

Qin Mo found the owner of the restaurant he came here yesterday, and he had already signed a contract to borrow the boss's territory and stove.

The price was in place, and the boss was naturally happy to agree...

The place is selected at the crossroads of the county, where the south reaches the north, and the population and trade are very convenient and varied.

The owner of this Jun Shi Restaurant is a very capable businessman and is easy to talk to.

Qin Mo chose this place.

Qin girl, I will unload this thing, I will go to the teahouse at the entrance of the street to listen to the book, and you will come to me when you are done.

The ox cart was pulled directly in front of the restaurant, because he got up early and rushed over, Qin Mo calculated this time, he was afraid that it would be late, but no matter how early he got up, how to hurry, after all, it was two hours away, and after arriving at the door of the restaurant, he was still hanging three poles a day.

Medicine. Medicinal herbs.... Bean curd. Selling tofu...

People coming and going at the door of the restaurant, businessmen, officials, and civilians, shouting, pushing, and going back and forth.

Alright. Uncle, go ahead...

Qin Mo looked at the bustling surroundings, and said to Uncle Liu while turning around.

Knowing that he will go into the city, it is a good one.

A seven-year-old body that has not yet entered the eight-year-old, but bent over and struggled to carry two wooden basins.

Even with towing.

Qin Mo found the owner of the restaurant, and because of yesterday's discussion, he also got the stove smoothly, and moved a stove to the door of the restaurant with the help of the shopkeeper.

Why do you deliberately place a stall at the door of a restaurant, this is because a restaurant is a place to eat after all.

If the guest officer wants to eat, he must have ordered it, slowly pacing in, and then there is a table, if he wants to eat the buckle meat, he will order a copy and put it on the table by the way, and settle the bill separately, Qin Mo promised to give the boss the sweetness of three layers of pure profit for each share.

The boss agreed, otherwise, who would want you to put your stall at the door to block your business?!

Took carbon from the owner, borrowed the pot, lit the fire, put water in the pot.

Then just wait for the hot button meat to be steamed.

In fact, this button meat was cooked at home until it was half-cooked and then pickled, there were no dried vegetables, Qin Mo found some dried bamboo shoots sold in the local market, and bought them when he entered the county seat in the morning, and only soaked them for an hour while he was on fire, in fact, Qin Mo was not afraid.

People just eat meat, and there are bamboo shoots, and the role of bamboo shoots is to absorb the oil stains on the meat.

Wash the bowls, marinate the meat, uncover the wooden basin of the meat, put eight slices in each bowl...

The firewood borrowed from the owner, the stove worked well, and the hot water in the iron pot was also very fast.

It was only half an hour before the steamer was emitting white hot smoke.

And then there was not enough time.

The water in the pot is halfway dry and then added.

Two steamers, one steamer puts nearly 20 bowls, most of them are buckle meat, and there are small half-steamed meat.

The taste of the tamales is greater than that of the button meat, and by the time it is medium-rare, the white smoke coming out of the lid of the steamer is already thick.

Hey. What a thing? So fragrant....

Some people passing by the steamer, doing business, and going out to buy things, passed by here in twos and threes, and saw people pausing one after another, looking around, saying something slightly surprised in their mouths, and then looking for the source of the fragrance.

Grandpa Qin Mo is best at making steamed pork, what is the most inseparable thing from steamed pork, the secret is to put a small poke of sugar?! White sugar, salt is the main seasoning, and then there is five-spice powder, of course, the seasoning here is not complete.

But Qin Mo was able to make the taste eight points.

It's been an hour or two.

It's time for lunch.

There are few people in the restaurant who enter the store.

Buckle the meat. Buckle the meat.

Button meat, tamales... I've never eaten it, I've never tasted it, so come and give it a try...

Qin Mo, who was fanning the fire in the stove, began to fan the fan while shouting.

In fact, the fragrance of the steamed pork, even if Qin Mo didn't shout loudly, a group of people had already gathered by the pot.

Girl, this fragrance seems to be coming out of your steamer... A man in his thirties, dressed in a white silk coat who looked like he had a good family, pointed to the steamer with a fan and said to Qin Mo.

Yes, this son, this is the ancestral secret recipe of the family, this button meat and steamed pork is famous in our place, and it is a meal for people with status.

Let's put it this way.

The man in front of him, with straight eyebrows and a leader, looked like he was quite interested.

This is very famous...

Yes, it's famous in our country.

Qin Mo said with a smile.

Hahaha.

The man didn't want to touch his nose, but he laughed and ridiculed, but I had never heard of any button meat, tamales, and the word was very awkward to read... The man teased, smiling at the crowd watching left and right.

If you don't buy it, you always ask, and you still pick on it, your feelings are here to smash the field, and Qin Mo immediately felt unhappy.

Half of the smile on his face disappeared.

In my heart, I only said with disdain, 'You haven't heard, you haven't heard, there are many things you haven't heard.' My mother knows more than you know in junior high school...'

But after thinking about it in my heart, I felt that why should I be like these people, I have to do business.

Big brother, do you want to buy it or not?!

Qin Mo had already urged himself to be patient.

This man is really right

How do you sell this?

In fact, Qin Mo felt that these people should have been fascinated by the fragrance of this meat for a long time.

Otherwise, how could he have been lingering here for a long time, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Therefore, she felt that the nature of this time would not be the same as the last time she sold aloe vera cream.

She felt that these customers actually wanted to buy it this time, and who didn't want to taste such a delicious taste that had never tasted it.