It is suitable for making tamales...

The broken rice noodles were sun-dried, and the raw pork that was made to make tamales was cut again, and dozens of catties of meat were completely cut.

Since this time, the people in the village have been a little rumored about the Qin family, and the faces of the people passing by are different when they look at this door.

Some people always stick their heads in from time to time when they pass by to see what the people inside are busy with. Or maybe there's something in the house.

After cooking millet porridge for breakfast, Qin Mo soaked the last handful of ground fungus that had been placed there with water, and used it to put a pinch of salt to make cold dishes when he was ready to eat rice.

Now the small days are getting more and more moisturized, no longer the wild vegetables and white water at the beginning, every meal is white rice and white noodles, although the food is not as good as Qin Mo's previous life, but it is quite satisfying.

And the people outside, in the village, seem to have a little sign of wind and shadows, Qin Mo found that since yesterday he invited someone to carry the meat, and invited an old woman in the village to help cut the meat, the people in the village have a different view of the Qin family.

Passers-by always turn their heads from time to time to look, and want to peek inside from the open door, and even Qin Mo doesn't know this kind of hallucination from time to time, that is, it seems that some people who don't need to walk in front of her courtyard seem to come around the bend to see.

Cooked meat will not stink, raw meat should be marinated with condiments, in order not to let the meat stink, Qin Mo put the meat in cold water.

And I, undressing my apron, hurriedly, was thinking about another thing in my head.

These things will be shipped to the county seat early tomorrow morning, but these meats must be steamed and sold, and the taste of freshly steamed meat, the soft and melted taste in the mouth, can bring the whole delicacy to the extreme.

And for steaming, you need a stove, and it is absolutely impossible to transport a stove from home.

Since he chose to do this business, it is naturally tricky, all aspects must be considered, and the transportation in this ancient period is inconvenient, Qin Mo only feels that he is busy.

After lunch, I hurriedly walked towards the county, there was no fragrance, I walked faster by myself, and went to the city, just to find a restaurant with a better location...

Qin Mo had some calculations in his heart...

In the afternoon, the sunset came back, there was no fragrance, it took two hours to arrive.

Plus errands, the return is quite fast.

Sister. Xiangxiang is hungry and wants to eat....

When she came back, Xiangxiang squatted on the threshold alone, holding a pair of thin legs, estimated to have been bitten by mosquitoes, with a face, yellow and slightly fleshy, looking pitiful.

Qin Mo looked at her, seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, and he was so tired that he was about to collapse.

It was really too tired to walk, Qin Mo came back and put a small bench at the door, and sat on it to rest for a while.

After resting for half an hour, I was ready to cook dinner, wash the pot, add rice, add water, and put on the stove two white buns bought from the county town.

Sister. You should go to the county seat every day.

Qin Mo was scooping the cooked rice, Xiangxiang puffed out the cheeks that were filled with food, and looked at Qin Mo with two eyes shining.

The gruel was served with white buns, and when Xiangxiang saw this white bun, the whole person was very happy.

The sky gradually darkened, and dinner was almost over, Qin Mo hurriedly took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to clean up.

The sound of chopsticks colliding in the washing water.

I am busy in my hands, and I think about tomorrow, it is a big event, a tough battle to be fought.

I don't know if business can go as well as expected.

She hopes to be more comfortable, just like the last time she sold aloe vera cream, and it was not bad.

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The next day, Qin Mo got up early in the morning, the sky had not yet opened, and the soil in front of the door was covered with a shallow layer of wet mist.

Uncle Liu's ox cart has already rushed over.

Qin Mo only stood stupidly at the door for a moment, and immediately came to his senses, remembering to start moving things to the ox cart.

There are two large pots of meat, one is for steamed meat, and the other is for buckle meat.

The steamed pork is covered with rice noodles, and the button meat is smeared with soy sauce.

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