Chapter 13 Malan Head Vegetable Cake

Yin Jiang Rong, Xia Meizhen felt happy when she thought about it.

Of course, she was not afraid that Jiang Rong would come to the door, since she had done so, she naturally thought of a later move.

Moreover, there are nothing that cannot be said to people in this world, Jiang Rong is not greedy enough, sooner or later she will be on top of this, and she doesn't care if it is planted in her own hands.

And the development of this matter, as expected, was as Xia Meizhen expected, and most of the villagers knew that Jiang Rong had taken away the secret technique from Xia Meizhen, and it was spread in less than half a day.

Jiang Rong also didn't bother them for four months because of the consequences of this incident. This is not to be said later.

The heavy snow has been falling all day and has not stopped, and the Cheng Mansion of the Lotus Workshop is wrapped in a white color.

"What can I do? When I went to Mrs. Jiang's house in the afternoon, I heard that Mrs. Jiang's secret technique of digging bamboo shoots was robbed, and Mrs. Xia was not ready to continue digging bamboo shoots, what should I do for this Chinese New Year's Eve dinner? "The scrivener who ran away in vain, and when he returned home, he spit out his bitterness to She'er with a sad face.

Originally, this was not a good errand, but now it has become a hot potato, and he will be punished by the young master, which is really unlucky.

The woman who spoke to him had sideburns like a knife, her face was like a peach petal, she wore a red gold ring around her neck, she was wearing a red brocade jacket, and a stone blue vest with white mouse hair on the outside.

And this woman is just Cheng Jinke's roommate, She'er. Although she is still a big maid now, all the food and clothing are almost the same as the concubines in the house.

She'er covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, and said: "In the past, I saw that you were as clever as a monkey, why are you so flustered today, I won't buy bamboo shoots if I don't buy them, and the young master won't eat you." ”

"Good sister, if the young master wants to eat, it's okay to say, this is what the master wants!" The scrivener couldn't go up the mountain with a hoe to dig bamboo shoots, and he couldn't care about She'er's words.

As he was talking, Cheng Jinke and Feng Jianniang came from the front yard one after the other, and the wind and snow outside blew the snow particles on the faces of the two of them. ”

The Feng Jianniang glanced at She'er, and when she got to the porch, she took a handkerchief from her waist and patted the snow on Cheng Jinke's body, "What should I do, I have me here." ”

She'er is the only person in Cheng Jinke's room, and whenever it is inconvenient for him, Cheng Jinke has to come to this woman's house. If this is a serious aunt, she will be a girl who can't be on the stage, because Feng Jianniang doesn't like She'er no matter how she looks at her, but She'er is also smart and will never disobey her.

"Yes." She'er answered, turned around and went to the house, and when Cheng Jinke entered the house, she had already made tea and served it.

The scrivener had something to say, so he followed.

Cheng Jinke sat down before asking, "What did you say outside just now?" ”

When the scrivener heard this, he hurriedly gave She'er a look on the side and asked her to say a few words for herself, but she saw that She'er's body twisted and went to the ear room on the side.

The scrivener had no choice but to say: "The scrivener is not good, I didn't buy bamboo shoots, and I asked the master to punish him." ”

This is strange, the first few times I went to buy it were full of loads, and now it looks like it's Chinese New Year's Eve, why not sell it?

Cheng Jinke didn't rush to punish and asked, "Why didn't you buy it this time?" ”

He still remembered the first time he bought bamboo shoots on behalf of the book, and felt that it should be the idea of the little lady again.

But he listened to the book: "When I went in the afternoon, I heard that in the morning, Aunt Jiang's mother's family was going to leave her family's secret technique of digging bamboo shoots, and the little lady let out a word in order not to conflict with the people of the Jiang family, saying that she would no longer dig bamboo shoots and sell bamboo shoots this year." ”

Cheng Jinke frowned, and he was in a good mood and didn't say anything about punishment, but said: "If you can't buy it here, go to other people's places to see, you can always buy it, the appetite is not very good after the master comes back, he finally has a food to worry about, no matter what you think, you can get it." ”

After speaking, he picked up the tea on the table and took a sip lightly, then let the scrivener go down, and talked to Feng Jianniang by himself.

The middle of winter has passed, and it is the beginning of February in the blink of an eye, and the weeds that compete for spring have quietly emerged in the cold.

Xia Meizhen collected the seeds of Ma Lantou in a corner of the kitchen and germinated first, afraid that the cold of early spring would hurt these young little ones, she built a greenhouse with thatch, and only opened the greenhouse for ventilation when the sun was best at noon every day.

After half a month of careful care, the delicate seedlings also have tender green leaves, and it will not be long before they can be marketed for the first time.

Without the benefit of winter bamboo shoots, their quality of life has plummeted in the past month, so Xia Meizhen desperately hopes to come back to life with this Ma Lantou.

And after experiencing the sale of bamboo shoots, Jiang Yunxian also acquiesced to Xia Meizhen walking outside.

Half a month later, Xia Meizhen harvested the first crop of Ma Lantou, and flour to make a vegetable cake, although it looks inconspicuous, but it is better because this is the earliest green leafy vegetable this spring, coupled with her unique technology, the fragrance of this vegetable cake is much stronger.

The wharf has been a distribution center for people since ancient times, the goods are piled up like a mountain, the flow of people is like water, the people who do business on and off the ship are shouting goodbye, bustling, just at a glance, Xia Meizhen was shocked by the lively scene here.

After a brief observation, Xia Meizhen carried the vegetable basket and went straight to the big passenger ferry that ferried the passengers. As she walked, she called, "Vegetable cakes, sell fresh vegetable cakes!" ”

Near the big passenger ship, there are carriages and sedan chairs, and there are many people talking around each carriage and sedan chair, and some people say goodbye to the people under the ship on the passenger ship, and the long gangplank connecting the passenger ship and the wharf is crowded with all kinds of characters, including men who move goods, rich ladies and sons who wear gold and silver, and inferior characters who are coarse and messy.

Just called two or three times, and it attracted a lot of people who came to buy cakes, and Xia Meizhen stopped to introduce the guests.

At this moment, three luxury carriages approached, and a group of people got down from them, and without saying a word, they walked straight to the passenger ship.

The substitute secretary followed behind Cheng Jinke, because it was the first time to make a boat, he looked around in surprise, chattering non-stop, "Master, look, there are two servants over there, and there are many people over there, and I don't know what they are doing." ”

Looking from his line of sight, what caught his eye was a group of people around a little lady with a small body on her head and wearing a floral short dress, talking to everyone, while taking out something from the basket and handing it to others, because there were many people and they couldn't hear what they were talking about, but seeing that those people were all smiling on their faces, they suddenly felt itchy in their hearts, and they wanted to run closer to see.

So he said to Cheng Jinke: "Master, I didn't eat in the morning, there is a vegetable cake seller at the other end, you see ......" He touched his stomach pitifully and gave Cheng Jinke leave.

The scrivener has always been a foodie, and he can't walk when he sees food, so he is still some time away from sailing, and Cheng Jinke doesn't restrain him and lets him go.

The scrivener got the words, and the monkey ran off the boat as if it were a smoke, and when he got closer, he heard a crisp woman's voice say: "The vegetables in my cake are more expensive because they come out of the greenhouse, and you will understand that this is a fresh dish when you look at the emerald green color." ”

This voice is so familiar. The scrivener couldn't help but wonder, stretched out his head and looked in, but he was stunned at this look, it turned out to be her.

Suddenly surprised: "Why are you?" Have you switched to selling vegetable cakes now? He has reached the stage of voice change, and the male duck's voice can attract attention anywhere, and the people around Xia Meizhen have looked over, which just gives the scrivener a chance to run in front of Xia Meizhen as soon as he slips away.

As he spoke, he was about to lift the cloth towel covering the vegetable cake, but he was slapped on the back of his hand by Xia Meizhen.

Xia Meizhen said unceremoniously: "It turned out to be the scrivener brother, who am I!" She held a flat bamboo clip in her other hand, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, "Is the scrivener brother also here to buy vegetable cakes?" ”

"Hey, how much is a piece? Bring me five. The scrivener is familiar with Xia Meizhen, and he is of the same age, so he is not restrained, so he began to pay for it after speaking.

But I heard Xia Meizhen say: "I'll tell you first, this piece is going to be full, do you really want to buy five yuan?" You can't go back to me if you can't finish eating. ”

"The little lady really loves to laugh," the scrivener looked at the things in her hand, and subconsciously took a step back - although this little lady talks very funny, she is not a master to mess with, should she take that thing to prick herself?

However, I saw that the woman used the bamboo clip in her hand to sandwich five cakes, wrapped them in lotus leaves, and stretched out her hand, "Chenghui, twenty-five yuan." ”

The scrivener didn't dare to waste time here, took the cake and gave the money and turned around and ran, Xia Meizhen followed his anxious figure, and saw him get on a big passenger ship, so he turned around and continued to sell: "Fresh vegetable cakes, five cents a piece!" ”