The shopkeeper came back to his senses, looked at Bai Zhi and asked.

Bai Zhi frowned: "Shopkeeper, you look at it, I believe you will not deceive me, so you will give me a price." ”

She really didn't know how much this dish was, she didn't even know how much the price here was, how could she know how much this recipe was worth.

As soon as Bai Zhi said this, the shopkeeper was silent, this recipe is priceless for the cook, and when he saw Bai Zhi asking her to make a price, he couldn't say it in his heart.

After a long time, the shopkeeper slowly stretched out a finger.

"One or two??"

Bai Zhi was puzzled.

When the shopkeeper heard that Bai Zhi thought he was giving out a tael, he hurriedly shook his head, and bought other people's recipes for a tael of silver, isn't that a loss of conscience?

"Ten taels."

Ten taels!!

After Xia Xueniang on the side heard the shopkeeper's words, the bowl in her hand almost fell to the ground unsteadily, looked at Bai Yu, and hurriedly motioned for her to nod.

Ten taels, these ten taels of silver are brought in, and the foreign debts owed by the family will be almost repaid.

Bai Zhi didn't know anything about the prices and money here, and seeing Xia Xueniang so excited, she thought that her cheap father was only two taels of silver a month as a husband, which should be a lot.

In thought, she nodded briskly.

"Okay, ten taels."

With these ten taels, she can be regarded as a person with money in her hands, and she will not be able to suffocate her to death for a penny.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he hurriedly took out ten taels of silver from the counter, and at the same time, Bai Zhi asked him to take a pen and paper, wanting to write down the dishes, but when he saw the brush and rice paper, he couldn't help it.

Modern cold window hard reading, this crossing, cold and blind will become blind, all these years of books have been read in vain, Xia Xueniang on the side saw this, put the soup bowl that had been holding on the table, and took the brush in his hand.

"Zhi'er, you say, my mother will write it."

Xia Xueniang's voice was a little choked, she Zhi'er was already so old, but she couldn't even write, if it weren't for her uselessness as a mother, how could she let her daughter live like this, thinking about it, Xia Xueniang's heart became more and more uncomfortable.

Bai Zhi never thought that her cheap mother could write, seeing her say this, she nodded, and slowly spit out the recipe, Xia Xueniang wrote unhurriedly on the side.

Xu hasn't taken a pen and paper for too long, at first Xia Xueniang's movements were still a little stiff, and the words were a little crooked, but with Bai Zhi's voice sounding, Xia Xueniang's movements became more and more smooth, and the words were written better and better.

Looking at the words written by Xia Xueniang, Bai Zhi even recognized a lot of guesses, and she was also a little puzzled, how could she write, looking at the neat and neat writing, it was not bad.

Bai Zhi couldn't recognize any font, but felt that Xia Xueniang's handwriting was very neat, and the shopkeeper on the side was shocked when he saw Xia Xueniang's words.

This woman who looks shabby, with yellow muscles and thin muscles, and is cowardly, has calluses on her hands.

Generally, people's daughters don't know words, even men can recognize and write, and it's good to write neatly, but you don't pay attention to what fonts, but all the fonts are big families.

The peasant woman in front of her actually knows how to make hairpins.

For a while, the shopkeeper's heart became more and more curious about the two of them, a little girl who didn't talk like a child, and a peasant woman who wrote a hairpin in one hand.