Daozi only then understood the logic inside, the tenant farmers could not pay the money, so they could only save money, and exchanged all the eggs accumulated for nearly a year to the Wu family on the day of collecting the tenant money.

When Liuqi heard this, he shouted: "Why didn't the lord tell the tenants on the day he collected the tenants' money that the Wu family no longer accepted eggs for tenant money?" ”

When Mei'er and Master Peng heard this, they said at the same time: "Because the master is a good man." ”

Six or seven were speechless, but Daozi agreed with his father's approach, if he was in charge of his family, he would follow his father's example.

Daozi asked how many eggs he could collect every year, how much he could eat at home every year, and how many would he probably spoil?

Master Peng's answer made Daozi stunned.

Soon, under the guidance of Master Peng, everyone came to a warehouse, and when the lock of the warehouse was opened by Master Peng, everyone pushed the door and walked in.

Baskets and baskets of eggs, all kinds of eggs: eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs, quail eggs, mandarin duck eggs......

Daozi said in his heart, even if they eat these eggs every day in the Wu Mansion, they have to eat them for half a year, right?

Master Peng looked at his little master's shocked appearance, quite proud, he flattered and said courteously, in fact, these eggs are still the good eggs he personally selected, even if they are thrown away, they are even worse.

Liuqi looked at the white eggs one by one and said, "Oh my God, if these eggs are sold, how much can they be exchanged for?" ”

Daozi was overjoyed when he heard this, and thought of the prosperous egg and poultry market in the future, and said secretly: Yes, why don't you sell these eggs?

But Master Peng's next words made him completely speechless, who doesn't raise some chickens and ducks now, and who does he sell eggs to?

Even if someone buys it, how much can they buy? And Wu Mansion is so, so much!

As he spoke, Master Peng gestured with his hands.

Daozi understood that what Master Peng said was the truth, and the biggest characteristic of an agrarian society was self-sufficiency.

After this hope was dashed, Daozi said no more, stepped forward, and went to check the eggs one by one, and when he touched a huge white goose egg, he suddenly had an idea, because he thought that his father always had nothing to do and loved to eat two bites of bitter rice and pickles.

He wondered why eggs couldn't be salted if vegetables could be salted to form pickles to maintain their long-term edibility.

Not to mention, Daozi seems to have really found the legend of eating salted eggs in his memory. Why is it a legend, because before Daozi came to this era, he heard in school that there were poor people who loved to eat salted eggs.

As for himself, he has never seen salted eggs, let alone eaten them, and he has eaten preserved eggs and lean porridge. But having eaten it does not mean that he knows what kind of egg it is or how it is made.

So he could only tell his chef Master Peng about this general idea, and then hoped to get Master Peng's opinion, but Master Peng was speechless for a long time at this time, eggs, salted? Still edible?

My little master, how can you come up with such a ridiculous way if you are romantic and naïve?

Although Master Peng thought so, he didn't dare to say this, he was busy boasting that this method was good, and he could give it a try.

Mei'er heard the wit hidden in Master Peng's words, what is the little master's idea is good, you can give it a try? This is to shirk the responsibility in case of failure in the future!

Mei Er was very disdainful of Master Peng's thoughts about the old fritters, and thought that after she went back, she would talk to the young master about it and let this guy remember it for a long time.

Daozi was very happy when he heard Master Peng's approval, and he asked Liuqi to call a few people to come, and then found a few large jars to prepare pickled eggs.

Pickling eggs is the first time for Daozi, and it is also the first time for the entire history of mankind and eggs, and he doesn't know if he can succeed, but Daozi is not stupid, in order to improve the probability of success of pickling eggs, he used three methods to pickle eggs.

The first, as directly as pickles, is to wash the eggs and put them in a jar filled with brine.

Second, the washed eggs are placed in a salt jar and salted with pure salt.

Third, marinate the washed eggs with a mixture of wine and salt.

There were about eleven or twelve men and women and servants who worked on them, and they quickly completed all this according to Daozi's instructions. Seeing this, Daozi asked the three strong servants to put the three sealed large jars in an inconspicuous corner of the warehouse, and seeing that the jars were placed there safely, he nodded with satisfaction, and then left with people.

The servants of the Wu family are divided into inner servants and outer servants. Female servants are generally internal servants, and strong male servants like that kind are generally external servants, that is, domestic servants. Of course, there are also men among the servants, like Uncle Wu and Master Peng.

After Master Peng personally sent Daozi away, he returned to the warehouse, looked at the three big jars, and said with pity: "Good girl, the little master had a good time this time, but it's a pity that there are two jars of salt!" That's twenty taels of silver from snowflakes! ”

During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, official salt was very expensive, almost the price of one tael of silver and five taels of salt. Although illegal salt is cheaper, Wu Dashan is cautious and has always avoided smuggling on the salt road.

Therefore, a big family like the Wu family can squander a small seedling like Daozi at will.

The story of Daozi wasting two full cylinders of official salt to pickle eggs quickly spread in the Wu Mansion, after all, there are no spiritual entertainment activities for the people of large families, and if there is anything, it is the gossip and private affairs of the master's family. Now Daozi has such a place of fun, which naturally quickly spreads through people with fast mouths.

Many people say that the little master is smart, such a whimsical idea of fun, dare to ask how many scholars can reach? Then he sighed again: He is worthy of being a young master who was born with a vision!

Some people also say that although the little master is delicate, he is too foolish, and it is shameful to waste family property, so he should let the master take care of it, otherwise the huge family business of the old man's family will be lost by him one day! Pickled eggs? Have you heard of it? Even if it's marinated, can I eat it? Who can guarantee that after eating, you will not be poisoned?

Of course, it's more that the little master pickles eggs and plays with nothing, but you don't see many children playing with mud on the street and in the village! The young master of our family is a natural Linghan person, and he can't be the same as a country child, but it's a pity that there are so many white flowers and official salt!

In short, the servants either praise the Tao or depreciate the Tao, and in a nutshell, they just treat the pickled eggs as the children of the big family.

Hiding in the house to avoid the catkins flying in the maid Xing'er happened to hear the maids outside the house with broken mouths, talking about this excitement when they couldn't help but leak out of their own little master's ridicule, which made Xing'er very angry, she hid her feet, lying on the door, looked at it, there was no catkins flying outside the house, and then strode to find the broken mouths of the maids, pinched their waists with both hands, and scolded.

Daozi also heard about the gossip of the next people, but he didn't say much, he still went to do his own thing every day, or stood under the flower tree, studied why the flowers are mostly five-petaled, and thought about why the Shandandan flower represents a year, or took a walk with rhubarb to step on the spring, watched the sunset together, lay on the grass together, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, or went to fly a kite with Mei'er, or listened to her tell the story of her father and the big locust tree on her mother's lap.

Rhubarb is a little yellow milk dog given to him by a villager when he was four years old when he followed his father in the countryside to collect rent.

Later, the little yellow milk dog grew very strong under the feeding of Daozi's feast. Now it's just a head lower than Daozi.

The reason why Michiko does these seemingly childish things is actually for his own purpose. For example, when he listened to his mother's stories, he actually wanted to understand this era through the stories told by his mother, and see how this era differed from the Ming Dynasty recorded in the memory history books, so that he could make reference for his future action choices.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, this morning. The early morning sun is warm, the morning dew has not yet dissipated, under the delicate and beautiful corridor, the white orchids are blooming just right, Daozi sits on a comfortable cushion, and writes and draws on the blank ground with a bamboo stick.

At this time, someone walked over slowly, the sound of the foot was not small, but Daozi didn't notice it, because at this time, his energy was all on his writing and painting.

Michiko looked at the busy people in the courtyard, and traced them one by one with a bamboo stick. It's as if his bamboo stick can record all people's movements.

Well?

The visitors couldn't help but wonder, they looked at each other, and then looked down at what Daozi had drawn.

On the ground is a courtyard courtyard, in front of the main house there are two large water tanks, two housekeepers are holding wooden buckets and seem to be pouring water into it, and not far from the housekeeper there are two female maids holding feather dusters to sweep the dust on the windows and corridors.

The whole ground is painted with the busy people in the courtyard in front of you.

One of them saw Michiko's drawing, his excited eyes, the corners of his mouth, and his beard trembled, while the other had no smiling eyes.

After Michiko finished painting, he looked at the situation in the courtyard, and then looked at what he had drawn, and was quite satisfied, and after destroying the body of the thing he had drawn with a bamboo stick, he stood up. He stretched his waist and turned around to leave with the mat, when he saw that there were already two people standing behind him, one was Liu Xiucai and the other was his father.