I haven't been back to Zhuangzi for a while, and as soon as Ye Zhiwei entered the gate this time, she felt that something was different in Zhuangzi.

The pond is covered with lotus leaves, and hundreds of mallards and grey shelducks mingle and swim in the pond.

Xiaolian's eyes widened in shock, "They won't eat all the fish, will they?" ”

"These fish have grown up, and they can't swallow them." From behind him came the voice of freesia.

Ye Zhiwei and Xiaolian turned their heads, only to see Canglan standing there with a smile, with her hair combed in a bun on her head, and although the clothes on her body were coarse cloth, they were neat.

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but say: "Why don't you choose better materials?" ”

"My brother said that I am not a daughter, I run in the wild in Zhuangzi all day long, why do I dress so well?" She learned Cangming's tone and amused Ye Zhiwei and Xiaolian.

"Where's your brother?" Ye Zhiwei asked.

"I'm in the fishpond with my father." Freesia stretched out her hand.

She looked in the direction of the other person's finger, and saw two people standing by the fish pond in the distance, bowing their heads and saying something.

Canglan Huan jumped and ran over, Cang Ming raised his head at this time, and when he saw Ye Zhiwei, his eyes lit up.

After a period of recuperation, Old Man Cang's condition has improved a lot, and he took the initiative to step forward and salute Ye Zhiwei, "East." ”

This title can't help but make her a little embarrassed.

Well, the owner is the owner, anyway, she's a farmer now.

"How do these fish look?" Ye Zhiwei asked.

"When it comes to autumn, you'll get a lot fatter, but if you want to grow bigger, you'll have to fish it again next year." Old Man Cang said.

Ye Zhiwei nodded, anyway, she was not in a hurry now, and followed Cang Ming to see the river crabs in the rice field, Xiaolian reached out and teased them curiously, but she was accidentally caught in her sleeve, which made her scream.

When Chen Huyuan and the others heard that she was back, they all rushed to the main hall.

The main hall, which had been deserted for a long time, was lively again.

Ye Zhiwei sat on the Taishi chair in the center, with a soft tiger skin under her feet, and on the left and right sides sat the nursing home and the big and small stewards of the village, and now Cang Ming is still gradually familiar with the affairs of the village, Ye Zhiwei estimates that in a few months, he will be able to stand alone.

The steward stepped forward, and Cang Ming sat aside and listened quietly, and could ask a few questions from time to time.

has been busy for more than an hour to deal with the backlog of affairs in the village, Ye Zhiwei asked Chen Huyuan and others again, talking about the matter of Honey Fang.

In order to ensure the safety over there, every day Chen Huyuan and others will send people to patrol in shifts between various shops, except for some crooked hair and naughty people in the city, and the ruffians who are not long-eyed occasionally come to make trouble, because of the relationship between Lord Yin Shao of Shuntian Mansion, all her shops have a good relationship with the government.

From time to time, she would also bring some of the latest dim sum developed by Honey Workshop, and those officials and wives liked to show off these new things to others during banquets, so the business of Honey Workshop was better than that of other shops.

"We have made the first batch of preserved eggs according to Miss's instructions." Cang Ming took her to the shady basement to see the preserved eggs he had made for the farmers.

They were packed in wooden barrels, layer upon layer, and there were hundreds of them.

"The second and third batches are still being fired, and they will be ready in less than a month." Cang Ming pointed out to her the stone jar where the preserved eggs were burned on one side.

All the duck eggs are wrapped in rice husks and neatly stacked in the jar.

"How is Mademoiselle going to sell them?" Cang Ming was curious, he was startled when he saw this thing for the first time, black eggs, and snowflakes on his face?

However, when he ate a few side dishes made by Ye Zhiwei himself, made from leather chicken, he was immediately impressed by its deliciousness.

"I'm going to pack eight of them into a box and sell them for a tael of silver."

Cang Ming was stunned.

One or two pieces of silver can already buy two stones of rice grain, enough for the poor to eat for a year and be rich, this kind of black whirring eggs can be sold for such a high price?

Cang Ming was stunned, but Ye Zhiwei was unusually calm, she hugged her shoulders and calculated, "You go to someone to customize a batch of wooden boxes, make them more beautifully, have the words "Honey Fang" on them, and attach a menu for making this kind of dishes in the box, and each preserved egg must be marked on it." "Although there is no such thing on the market at the moment, the nose of the merchant is very smart, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not come to steal the master or steal the method of making.

She wants to ensure her brand effect.

Because the method of making preserved eggs itself is not mysterious, this is what she learned from reading magazines in the modern world, as long as you have a little brain, there is a recipe for ingredients, anyone can try to make it.

"Remember, the recipe for making preserved eggs must not be known to others." Ye Zhiwei told Cang Ming.

"Don't worry." Cang Ming said, "I've burned the recipe since I learned it." He pointed to his head, "It's all here." ”

Ye Zhiwei laughed, she knew from the beginning that Cang Ming was reliable.

"Usually this place should be guarded." She was worried that someone would infiltrate Zhuangzi.

"The farmers on the village will gather here when they make it, and Chen Huyuan will arrange people to guard the front and back yards every time, and there are four wolf dogs in this courtyard at night, and even the jackals on the back mountain dare not come down easily."

Ye Zhiwei walked around the basement again, and finally asked Cang Ming to help her pack ten burned preserved eggs and bring them back, not because she was reluctant and refused to bring more, but because there were more of these things, they didn't look expensive.

When she returned to the Zhenguo Mansion, she found the errand boy in the yard and asked him to wrap the ten preserved eggs and send them to the Nanwang Mansion.

Princess Nan was also shocked when she received this thing, she had never seen duck eggs like this.

"Miss Ye San, do you have someone to bring a message over?" Staring at the basket with preserved eggs on the table, Princess Nan asked the housekeeper mother beside her.

"Miss Ye only said that the prince likes the rice porridge cooked by this thing...... By the way, she also asked people to bring a recipe for boiling porridge. The housekeeper's mother hurriedly pulled out a piece of brown paper from the bottom of the basket.

Princess Nan took it and looked at it and found that it was a recipe.

"Quick, command the kitchen...... Just follow this recipe. Princess Nan said happily.

Every day, in order to let her son eat a few more bites, she almost wanted to break her head.

In the evening, when the prince of Nanwang returned to Qingyue Residence, the maid outside happened to come in with dinner.

Feng Duhan frowned slightly, and said casually, "Let it go." ”

He didn't understand what was wrong with him, when the little fox was around, he ate like an ordinary person, but when she wasn't, that faint bloody aura would surround him again.

He was changing his clothes when he suddenly smelled a strong aroma that reminded him of the rice porridge she had fed him that night in the hunting grounds.

Turning out of the screen, I saw a large navy blue porcelain bowl on the table, a white jade spoon on the side, and no other side dishes.

He walked to the table in surprise and was stunned when he saw the contents of the bowl.

"Tsing Yi." He looked out the door and said, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

Tsing Yi didn't enter the door, but still stood at the door, "Back to the world, my subordinates heard that Miss Ye asked someone to send something over today, so the princess ordered the big kitchen to cook porridge according to the recipe given by Miss Ye." ”

Twilight raised an eyebrow and reached for the spoon.

The porridge still tasted the same, although the lingering smell of blood was still there, but he ignored it for the time being.

He remembered the handle of the spoon she held in her slender fingers that night, and she raised her little face and asked herself expectantly, "Will you try it too?" ”

Before I knew it, the bowl of porridge had bottomed out.