Lin slaughtered the old hen, added the spice of star anise mushrooms to the pot, and stewed it over low heat, she walked into the house, looked at Pan'er with a bunch of money in her hand, and asked, "Pan'er, do you want to pay back the old lady?" ”

Pan'er nodded.

"Don't be in a hurry to pay it back, in the eyes of the villagers, our mother's life is not easy, you go out to buy chicken cubs today, there must be a lot of people talking, wait until a few days later, the life of the two of us is slightly better, and it is not too late to return the silver......" Lin has lived a few years longer than Pan'er, and she really wants to be more thoughtful, for the peaceful life of the mother and daughter, she has to think more.

Hearing this, Pan'er honestly put away all the silver, and the two of them still hope to live a good life with this silver, and they must not make a mistake.

When the old hen was about to come out of the pot, Pan'er went to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot made of solid wood, the whole chicken was boiling in the big iron pot, put a lot of mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots, the taste was quite delicious, Pan'er got two drops of spring water into the cauldron, the spring water is a good thing, just a drop into it, the aroma of the chicken soup seems to be stimulated, rich and rich, the fresh fragrance is compelling, so that she swallowed saliva vigorously, and used up her self-control to cover the pot back.

After coming out of the kitchen, Pan'er released the chickens from the cage, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and the chicks changed places, at first they were a little timid, standing in place and not daring to move, one by one like dumplings wrapped in yellow fluff.

Pan'er didn't pay attention to them, and after an afternoon, these chickens were probably familiar with the place, and the fear gradually subsided, so they had fun at home, picking up the weeds in the yard everywhere, and chirping.

The chicken soup boiled for a whole day, and it was not until the evening that Lin Shi brought out the chicken soup, Pan'er picked up the bowl, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, and after blowing it cold a little, she took a bite into her mouth, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Pan'er knew that Lin's craftsmanship was good, but she didn't know that her craftsmanship had reached such a point, the chicken soup was filled with shiitake mushrooms and ordinary seasonings, and it was stewed so deliciously.

"Mother, this chicken soup is too delicious...... Pan'er didn't forget to pour out her mouth to praise, Lin also drank a lot, the mother and daughter didn't eat too much, they ate less on weekdays, today one person actually drank two bowls of chicken soup, Pan'er was a little overwhelmed, her belly was swollen and round, and the whole person couldn't sit down, and she had to walk back and forth to be a little comfortable.

"I've stewed a lot of chicken soup before, it's not so delicious, is this chicken so ......good, the taste is so fresh" Lin himself is not sure, these days pale face, now has completely recovered the ruddy, although still a little thin, but as long as he continues to raise, Lin's body will definitely become stronger day by day.

After listening to Lin's words, Pan'er remembered the two drops of spring water she added to the chicken soup, and she already guessed in her heart that it was the effect of the spring water, after all, the spring water itself is very sweet and clear, and after drinking it into the stomach, it is good for the body, and when it is added to the chicken soup, some changes are also natural.

If the spring water can make the food so delicious, Pan'er was still thinking about making a little pickle to make a living, how could this delicious thing not be sold?

Pan'er took Lin's hand, her face flushed, and she said hurriedly: "Mother, let's sell pickles, right?" You're so good at it, you can make a lot of money selling pickles......"

When Lin Shi heard this, she couldn't help but hesitate a little in her heart, her skills in making pickles are much stronger than boiling chicken soup, if she can really make pickles into excellent taste, not to mention in a small place like Shiqiao Village, even if she goes to the capital, there are few people whose skills can compare to her.

Before, the Lin family didn't want to show up, otherwise Pan'er's reputation would not be saved, but if you think about it carefully, both of them are widows, and they are almost too poor to open the pot, where can they care about being shameless? It's better to hurry up and earn a little silver, so that life is better, otherwise even if there is still a lot of money left in the money bag, but the silver is Chu Gongzi's, and the two of them can use a little to get through the difficulties, how can they squander it at will?

Lin agreed to make pickles, saying that it was pickles, but Lin would also make ordinary pickles, and now it is definitely impossible to make sauce, after all, it takes several months for soybeans to be fermented, and even if they are made, they can only be eaten after autumn, and she does not have the patience.

Pan'er didn't forget the man who stayed in the room, the rest of the chicken soup was put into a big bowl by her, and brought it into the West House, the chicken soup was delicious, the aroma was strong, this taste was not bad compared with the imperial food in the palace, Chu Liang was willing to drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl, and now he picked up the chicken soup and drank a whole bowl of it, and ate two steamed buns with it.

When the man finished eating, Pan'er was putting away the dishes, and while she was wrapped around her waist by an iron arm, she drank the spring water before she could leave the room.

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With a few pennies from the villager's house to buy an old hen and a lot of small cucumbers, these cucumbers have not yet grown, only the middle finger is as long, slightly thicker, the cucumber on the top of the salt, with a clean soft cloth to wrap the cucumber, put into the tank, with a big stone pressed up, the salt is water, and then pressed, the water in the cucumber is squeezed out, the taste will become tougher and more brittle, salty and umami is a little stronger.

There are still a lot of shiitake mushrooms left at home, Lin Shi used shiitake mushrooms and an old hen, and added pepper, star anise, sugar, tender ginger, perilla and other spices to boil the soup, and sprinkled a lot of salt in it, this pot of soup has been simmered on the stove, stewed for a whole day, used as an old soup, only need to scoop out a bowl of soup from the pot when making pickles, pour it into the jar of pickled cucumbers after cooling, simmer overnight, and the umami will seep into it.

When boiling the old soup, Pan'er was not stingy, added five drops of spring water to the soup, and when the old soup boiled, the aroma went straight to the nose, if it weren't for the fact that half a catty of salt was added to the soup, it was specially used to make pickles, and Pan'er could eat several bowls of rice on this pot of soup.

After half a month, counting the days, the cucumbers should be pickled, Pan'er lifted the big stone in the jar, took out the cloth bag wrapped in the cucumber, put it in the porcelain jar, stretched out his little hand to open the cloth bag layer by layer, and the aroma went straight to the nose.

She picked up a thumb-length cucumber with chopsticks, which was originally the thickness of her fingers, but now it has become a little thinner, like chopsticks, but the color is shiny, deep blue and shiny, just like a good jadeite, and there is a fresh aroma.

Pan'er stared at the pickled cucumber, couldn't help but salivate, and her eyes didn't move, Lin chuckled, cut the pickled cucumber into thin slices, and put it on the porcelain plate, Pan'er tasted it, it was really as she imagined, tough and crisp, the cucumber had a smell of chicken soup, like meat but not meat, she had never eaten this kind of food.

Seeing that Pan'er ate a bowl of rice with pickled cucumbers, and her stomach rose, Lin hurriedly advised: "Don't eat so much, beware of hurting your stomach......" She also tasted pickled cucumbers herself, which was several times better than she remembered.

Pan'er rubbed her stomach, obviously thinking of this, she looked at Lin Shi and asked, "Mother, are we going to set up a stall to sell pickles, or sell them directly to the restaurant?" ”

Lin frowned slightly, and couldn't help thinking, if such pickles are brought to the town, they will definitely be able to sell a lot, and the two of them are now short of silver, and they can sell it to the restaurant to make money quickly, but they can't be famous, and they don't make a long-term living, but if they set up their own stalls, the two weak women have nothing to rely on, and it must be very difficult in the kind of unfamiliar place in the town, plus Pan'er ruined her appearance, I'm afraid she will be bullied.

"Let's take a look first, if we can sell it in a restaurant, we will sell it in a restaurant."

Pan'er nodded.

Shiqiao Village is not far from the town, and it takes about half a day to sit on a donkey cart. The Lin family was at home, and Pan'er wore a hat on her head and a pickle jar, and went directly to Nianhe Town.

There is only one big restaurant in the town, and the chefs in the restaurant are good, and rich people come here to eat.

Pan'er walked into Rongfu Building, although the clothes on her body were clean, but they were patched several times, and she still had a hat on her head, and the little second child in Rongfu Building saw Pan'er like this, she knew that she was not here to eat, this kind of poor and sour person, maybe she was a beggar.

Xiao Er pondered in his heart, walked directly to Pan'er, and said unceremoniously: "Hurry up and go away, this is not the place you should come!" Come on! ”

While speaking, Xiao Er was about to kick Pan'er, Pan'er was startled, carefully protected the pickle jar, took a few steps back, and stood opposite Rongfu Building.

Can't sell it in the restaurant, Pan'er can't go back with pickles, although their mother and daughter have a lot of silver in their hands, but if they sit and eat empty, they can't last long, Pan'er wants to live a good life, and she doesn't want her mother to suffer anymore.

She gritted her teeth and sat outside Rongfu Building waiting, she was outside the door, Xiao Er was not easy to beat her, the guests around looked at Pan'er, many people still muttered, and even asked Xiao Er what was going on, Xiao Er had no choice, and finally invited the shopkeeper over.

The shopkeeper of Rongfu Building has a big waist and a round waist, and his face is a smile, after all, the restaurant business is very kind and wealthy, seeing Pan'er sitting on the stone steps, although he covers his face, but he is estimated to be a tender little girl, the shopkeeper of Rongfu Building's face softened slightly, and asked: "Why don't you leave at the door of Rongfu Building?" ”

Hearing the movement, Pan'er raised her head, she recognized the shopkeeper of Rongfulou, her eyes lit up a lot in an instant, she stood up from the ground with a bang, and sent the pickle jar in her hand forward like a treasure, and opened the lid with her little hand and said: "The pickled cucumbers made by my family taste very good, and I want to sell them to Rongfulou ......."