So when I went back, Yingman was really a big bag, and he had spent almost all the money he had saved in the past few months, "Yo, Manman, what are you selling?"

"Something. Yingman replied.

"There's still meat, and what's you doing with such a small pot? How much did you spend on it!?" The village aunt couldn't help but be dumbfounded by Yingman's big hands and feet.

"It took a lot. Yingman was still smiling.

"I really can't live, I just earn a little and spend it all. ”

"Yes, such a girl really can't run a family. ”

"Not really. The aunts began to get together when they saw Yingman, muttering that she wouldn't live or something, and the things that were still in her mind before were all dispelled.

For these words, Yingman naturally heard them in her ears, but she didn't take them to heart, she didn't look down on her best, and after she went back, the things that Yingman was carrying also startled Zhao.

"What's wrong with you bringing so many things back?" Zhao looked at the big bags and small bags, what happened to the meat? Yesterday's wild boar meat hasn't been eaten yet.

Also, "What did you do when you bought such a small pot, how much did it cost?" Zhao took the small pot, and wanted to knock his favorite little daughter, the money for her to keep was for her to be used as a pressure box for silver in the future, not for spending it indiscriminately.

"Mother, I'm useful, don't worry. Yingman took the pot and put everything down, "By the way, mother, can you help me fry all this pork into oil?"

"Isn't there still oil at home? As a result, Zhao found that the meat was all pork fat, which was a strip of fat on the stomach, which was most suitable for boiling lard.

"It's all said that I'm useful, by the way, do you still have rice at home?" Yingman thought, if you want to make a deal, you must make your family believe it, so you must make it.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Yuliang walked out, saw his sister and mother who were deadlocked, and saw the things that Yingman bought, so he asked.

"Make food, I went into the city this time, I heard that the Queen Mother's 60th birthday will be celebrated around the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there will be officials from all over the country and envoys from all over the world to congratulate, and the capital will be very lively, I thought, sell some things in those days to make some money. Yingman did not hide his intentions.

"The Queen Mother's birthday, that ......" Wang Yulu's mind moved.

"Brother, do you want to?" Ying Man suddenly guessed what he wanted to do, and frowned, "I'm afraid it's not that easy." ”

"Always have to try. Wang Yuliang felt that this was an opportunity.

On the other side of the "Queen Mother's Birthday ......", Wang Yuting, who overheard it, also had some thoughts in her heart.

"Okay then, but I still have to do my business, we don't have any money. Yingman didn't stop it, Wang Yuliang was not stupid, he knew what to do.

"Absolutely. Although Wang Yucong is a talent, his family is not wealthy, and he also has to worry about money, but he is not as pedantic as ordinary sour scholars. "What do you want to do, I'll help you. ”

"Let's do it, let's talk, what are you going to do?" Zhao hurriedly said, she didn't know what dumb riddles her children were playing, but it was obvious that something was going on, probably related to sweet potatoes, so she didn't stop it, and actively cooperated.

"Mother, you get some rice first, soak it for two hours, forget it, soak it for a day, get it tomorrow, and shredded radish, and some of it will come out and soak it, let's boil the lard out today." After looking at the sky, Yingman finally changed his words.

"Good. Zhao didn't know what Yingman was doing, but the eldest son agreed, and she did it.

"By the way, big brother, who is the best at making stoves in the village? Who is the best carpenter?" Ying Man saw that Zhao was leaving, so he asked Wang Yucong.

"Stove, do you want to get this? Your second brother's carpentry work is good, and the stove can also be done. Wang Yuliang didn't know what the little sister wanted to do, but she still replied.

"Second brother will get it? That's great, by the way, big brother, you can lend me a piece of paper. When Yingman heard that Wang Erhu could do it, he was immediately happy and planned to draw the drawings first.

There are a lot of carts in Yingman's hometown to sell rice noodles, she has seen a lot, but there is a gas stove in modern times, but there is no gas stove now, so she can only do it separately.

Wang Yuliang looked at Yingman holding a pen and drawing a cart style, which is the kind of double-layered that can put down the stove, and some other bits and pieces, as well as foot supports.

Yingman told Wang Yucong his thoughts while drawing, that is, the role of the trolley, Wang Yucong nodded, "I didn't expect my sister to have this ability, but the lines are not straight, it's too ugly." ”

"Big brother, don't laugh at me, or you can draw a new one. "Yingman is deliberate, after all, although the original owner knows how to write, but he doesn't know how to write.

"Okay, leave it to me. Wang Yuliang did not refuse, and quickly redrew a drawing of the trolley, adding all the ideas one by one.

After Wang Erhu got off work, he was stopped by his sister and handed him a drawing for him to help do, Wang Erhu looked at the drawing, "Can the second brother do it?"

"No problem, it's not that hard. Wang Erhu nodded.

"Then the second brother will make it as soon as possible, it will be useful. "Yingman is very happy.

"Little sister, what are you doing here?" Wang Sanhu leaned over and asked.

"In order to make money, the third brother also has to help, and the money earned will be distributed to you when the time comes. Ying Man said with a smile.

"Really?" Although Wang Sanhu is a little cheating, he also loves money, and when he heard Yingman say this, he suddenly became energetic, "How do you want to make money?"

"Let's get this out first. Ying Man pointed to the drawing, "By the way, I also need such a large (compared to the size of a foot) double-sided flat bamboo round dustpan, two." ”

"I'll leave this to me. Wang Sanhu patted himself.

"Then please leave it to the third brother, the sooner this is done, the better. Yingman nodded, she found a problem, that is, the rice had been soaked, but there was no suitable dustpan at home, and one was also larger than her request with a diameter of 50 centimeters.

The nine-layer cake she said is not a dim sum, but a kind of food in her hometown, which can also be regarded as a dim sum, but actually more like a rice cake.

The method is also very simple, press water in the pot to boil, then spread a layer of clean cotton cloth on the dustpan, scoop a spoonful of rice milk (the big spoon of the big pot) and pour it on it, shake it evenly and spread it evenly, put it in the pot and start to top it, cover the lid and steam, open it after a few minutes and add another spoonful, and so on.

Until the rice noodle layer inside has the same height as the edge of the round dustpan, it is almost, at this time, the round dustpan and the nine-layer cake inside are fished out together, you can use chopsticks to cut the nine-layer cake into pieces, you can eat it directly while it is hot, this time to eat the easiest.

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