When he came out of Bai Si's house, Bai Jin's heart was quite complicated.

She had already instructed Bai Shan not to spread the news about the salt, but Bai Si still received the news, and the news was extremely accurate.

Obviously, someone in this long-term work must have given Bai Si the news.

In fact, this is not surprising, these long-term workers were originally invited by Bai Si, and it is normal for people to have Bai Si.

Fortunately, there is not much news spread, if Bai Si had the intention to check more accurately, Bai Si would not have been deceived so easily.

She sighed, the silver was not so easy to take.

She still told Bai Shan about this matter, and she had to find a way to find out the people.

After hearing this, Bai Shan hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister, it's actually quite difficult. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Bai Baijin frowned.

Bai Shan explained to her: "You see, let's not say that we don't know how many uncles are among these people, and besides, there are now twenty long-term workers in the salt mill, so it is definitely not practical for us to investigate the past one by one, and it seems that the uncle has not received much news, indicating that the person may rarely contact the uncle." ”

In other words, this is not only cumbersome, but also has no clues at all to check.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Bai Jin said: "That's what I said, let's investigate first, go to the long-term workers who just added in and the previous long-term workers, just pay attention to the long-term workers sent by the uncle." ”

Bai Shan nodded and said, "Okay." One more thing, what to do with the remaining salt, could it be that we just pile it up? ”

Bai Jin thought for a while: "How big is the warehouse you asked Changgong to build to store salt?" ”

"There's not enough silver, so it's only the size of our house."

Bai Jin took out the silver he took back from Bai Si from his pocket and said, "Take it, let's make it bigger." ”

Bai Shan looked at the silver tattoo that Bai Jin threw to her, wasn't it what he gave to his uncle?

"Sister." Bai Shan looked at her with some tears and laughter, "How did you get it back from your uncle?" ”

"You don't care about that," Bai Jin felt that it was better not to say it well, "You just have to take it, and in a few days we will send this salt to other places in Jingnan." ”

"Sent somewhere else?" Bai Shan was surprised, "Are you saying that we will give other salt shops?" ”

Bai Jinying said: "Didn't you say that many places in Jingnan have their own salt shops? Then he will pour it out to them. ”

Although the road is a little farther away, the price of salt in other places will be slightly higher, and it is possible to hire a horse-drawn carriage to send it there.

Lunch was still very simple, but at least I was full, and at noon Baishan ate three rice bowls on this cabbage.

Bai Jin wondered if he was going to buy some meat.

In the afternoon, Bai Jin went to the butcher's house on the west side of Huangyan Village to cut some pork.

Bai Ling was good friends with Butcher Li before his death, so Butcher Li was polite, drew two catties of pork ribs for Bai Jin, and wrapped some of the minced meat he had just chopped for her.

After going back, she personally cooked the winter melon pork rib soup with the winter melon that had just been picked in the vegetable field, and Bai Shan had just arrived at the door of the house in the evening and had already smelled the aroma of the pork ribs.

I hadn't smelled the aroma of meat for a long time, and suddenly I smelled Baishan and thought I had gone to the wrong door.

Meat is a thing that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

After looking at his thatched hut three times, he stepped into it and saw a casserole on the table, which contained steaming winter melon pork rib soup.

Bai Jin lifted the curtain at the entrance of the kitchen and said, "It seems that I pinched the time accurately, and I just cooked the soup when you came back." ”

Bai Shan smiled: "What day is my sister today?" Also bought meat back. ”

"It's not a special day," Bai Jin said with his fingers crossed, "It's just that there is still some silver left, so I suddenly thought of buying some ribs and coming back, so I thought that my uncle invited us." ”

Bai Shan remembered that Bai Jin had already taken the silver from Bai Si twice in a row, and he had already felt a little strange, but Bai Jin didn't say it, and he couldn't speak.

"Try it, I'll cook it myself."

Bai Jin used to cook rice for Luo's family, and she hadn't cooked for a long time, thinking about it, it seemed that the Yun family had always had a cook, she had almost never cooked rice, and she didn't know if it was good or not this time.

With the experience of embroidery, Bai Jin didn't dare to pack the ticket anymore, and even the ribs he bought were only half burned.

Bai Shan didn't know that his sister could cook, so he took a spoon from the closet very carefully and scooped a little soup into his mouth.

"How's it taste?" Bai Jin asked expectantly.

Bai Shan calmly put the spoon in his hand and said, "It's okay." ”

"Really?" Bai Jin didn't believe it, she hadn't cooked for too long, she was afraid that her salt would not be good enough.

She took the spoon beside her and said, "I'll taste it too." ”

"Wait!" Bai Shan hurriedly stopped him, "My sister specially burned it for me." ”

Bai Jin nodded and said, "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

Bai Shan brought the bowl of pork rib soup to himself and said, "Then thank you, sister, I'll drink all this bowl of pork rib soup, let my mother cook it again tomorrow." ”

Bai Shan's words were a little clueless, and even Bai Jin still didn't understand it, she took the spoon and said, "Could it be that it's not delicious?" ”

"It's delicious!" Bai Shan hurriedly spoke, "It's so delicious, I even want to finish it alone!" ”

"Okay." Bai Jin nodded, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and bring the rice." ”

Bai Shan hurriedly responded, Luo Shi was also a little curious about what was going on with this bowl of pork rib soup, before Bai Shan could speak, Luo Shi had already sandwiched a piece of winter melon and put it in his mouth, and Luo Shi's face was going green.

Recently, the salt mill has indeed made a lot of salt, but is it serious for Jin Yatou to put so much salt in the soup?

Bai Jin came out with the rice and saw that the two of them didn't say a word, and his doubts became even more serious, and Luo Shi said, "Jin girl, how much salt do you put in the soup?" ”

Bai Jin thought for a while and said, "Just a spoonful?" ”

"Which spoon?"

"Cooking."

A cooking spoon is the size of a fist.

Rock: "......"

Baishan: "......"

"What's the matter, don't you eat it?" Bai Jin scratched his head.

"No ......," Bai Shan said, "Sister's soup...... It's delicious. ”

Bai Jin smiled and said, "If you like to drink, drink more." ”

Bai Shan: "...... which pot is he not mentioning which pot is open?" What kind of boasting about your sister?

So, under Bai Jin's gaze, Bai Shan ate all the ribs and drank a lot of soup.

That night, Baishan drank an incomparably large amount of water.

That night, Bai Shan got up at night and went to the hut many times.

That night, Bai Jin felt that his cooking skills might be okay, and he could try to cook for the Bai family more next time.

If Bai Shan and Luo knew that she was thinking so, they would probably faint.