Shen Feiyang's words made Shen Qiaoqiao dismissive, there is a person who is not unusual, it is half a person, it is terrifying to think about.

Wait a minute......

The man didn't move, he shouldn't have lost his breath!

Shen Qiaoqiao got closer, and saw that his chest was slightly undulating, and his heart was a little quiet.

This body is muddy, and it should be a beggar. It's a pity that their sister and brother are now unable to protect themselves, and they are really unable to be saviors.

"Water ......"

"Sister, he wants to drink water." Shen Feiyang looked up at his sister.

Shen Qiaoqiao hesitated, but still took out the kettle containing the spiritual spring. Seeing that the beggar had been unconscious, he pried open his mouth and poured it directly.

Spiritual spring water can strengthen the system, and as for whether it can reduce fever, she doesn't know. When she was feeding the water just now, she noticed that the blood flowing from the man's arm was purple in color, and it should have been poisoned.

Obviously, this is not a beggar's injury. If you look closely, you can see that although the clothes are full of stains, the material is much better than that on your body.

Before Shen Qiaoqiao left the alley, she left a kettle and some silver, and prayed silently in her heart, she didn't see death without help, as for whether she could survive, it depended on his luck.

"Sister, he won't die, right?" Shen Feiyang turned his head and asked worriedly.

"Jiren has his own nature."

She's not God, how can she ......

Shen Qiaoqiao was stunned for a second, stopped, as if she suddenly remembered something, and said, "Feiyang, you go to the dim sum shop just now and wait for me first, and Sister Ah will come over to look for you later." ”

Seeing Xiao Feiyang walk into the pastry shop not far away, Shen Qiaoqiao immediately turned around and ran back to the alley just now, she saw that there was no one around, so she sat against the wall.

In a moment, the girl opened her eyes and took out a small iron box from her bosom. The patterns on the iron box are intricate, and the carvings are lifelike.

I saw that she took out the pill inside, stuffed it into the beggar's mouth, and got up and left with a sigh of relief, as if she had completed some important mission.

If she were alone, she might take him back and take care of him. But she wasn't, and she couldn't take that risk.

Maybe there is providence in the dark, she happened to find this pill in the iron box last night, and she used it today.

Picking up the little sheep from the dim sum shop, Shen Qiaoqiao didn't have the heart to continue shopping, and the two returned to the town. Lao Zhangtou was still playing chess with people, the sister and brother were sitting on the ox cart, Shen Qiaoqiao's thoughts were surging, she regretted her courage a little, what if the pill was a poison, wouldn't she be a bad person?

Shen Qiaoqiao sighed with a sad face, and looked at Shen Feiyang again, the little guy seemed to be much calmer than her.

Feeling the gaze of the gaze, Shen Feiyang said like a little adult, "Daddy once said that if you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world." Sister, don't worry anymore. ”

Shen Qiaoqiao was stunned in her heart, she was confused. He is in danger, and even if he is really brought back, he may not be safe.

"Hey, you little bunny is talking in a screpe." Old Zhang Tou got into the ox cart at some point, held a whip in one hand and said, "Sit tight, ready to go home." ”

Shen Qiaoqiao looked at the empty ox cart and asked in surprise, "What about the others?" ”

"Let's all go back." Lao Zhangtou let out a snort, and the ox cart slowly walked up the avenue.

After a while, Shen Qiaoqiao reacted. When they came, because they were in a hurry because of the abundance of things, the villagers chose to take an ox cart. When I go back, everything that should be sold has already been sold, and I am not in a hurry to go home, and I have time to walk slowly.

Shen Qiaoqiao looked at the sun in the sky and estimated that it was around the time of Shen, and it was still early before the time of the unitary. It seems that Lao Zhangtou is waiting for them on a special trip, and he sighs warmly in his heart, there are still many good people in this world.

Because the sister and brother had a lot of things, Lao Zhangtou simply drove the ox cart to the door of Shen's house, saving Shen Qiaoqiao a lot of trouble. In addition, before leaving, Lao Zhangtou specially instructed Shen Qiaoqiao: "If you want to buy something next time, say it in advance, and the old man will bring it back to you by the way." The little girl's family doesn't go out by the way, the most unpredictable thing is people's hearts. ”

Shen Qiaoqiao was shocked, but looking at the back of the old Zhang Tou gradually moving away, he thought that it was just the kind care of the elders.

When taking a bath at night, Shen Qiaoqiao looked at the blood stains on her clothes and fell into deep thought.

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Early in the morning of the second day, Shen Qiaoqiao made crispy scallion cakes, and then paired with two bowls of gnocchi soup and a plate of small pickles, the sisters and brothers ate with relish.

Shen Qiaoqiao washed the cherries and put them aside, and found a bamboo skewer to use to remove the core inside. Remove the stalk first, then aim the bamboo skewer at the bottom and poke it gently, and the small core will be squeezed out from the other end of the cherry.

The little guy was eager to try on the side, but was stopped by Shen Qiaoqiao, and only let him be responsible for removing Guodi. Xiao Feiyang is not happy, he can help his sister directly remove the kernel, why only let him pull the fruit.

Seeing this, Shen Qiaoqiao took him to make a game. First of all, one stick of incense is limited to two people to divide labor and cooperate, and then one stick of incense is done by two people, and finally the results are compared.

The little fat sheep classmate's mouth opened slightly, and he looked at the cherry in front of him a little blankly, although he also faintly felt the difference in speed between the two in the process, but he was still shocked. The same time, tools and people, just in a different way, the result is so much worse.

Shen Qiaoqiao explained with satisfaction: "This is called the division of labor theory, the same thing is divided into several steps, and then specialized people do it, and the efficiency will be improved a lot." ”

"Wow!"

In the admiring gaze of the little sheep, Shen Qiaoqiao sighed, fortunately, he didn't forget what he learned at the beginning, otherwise he would have to think about it for a long time in front of the children.

In the joke, two large baskets full of cherries were all cored and put aside for later use.

Shen Qiaoqiao first prepared five catties of cherries, with cherries, sucrose, vinegar, 10:6:2 ratio, according to the steps in turn put into the pot over low heat to boil, while boiling and stirring until viscous, until her arms were sore, her first jam today was completed.

Shen Qiaoqiao tasted it, the taste was a little worse, and this time it was sour. She scalded the porcelain vase she had bought several times with boiling water, waited for the jam to cool to 80% hot, poured it into the bottle, sealed it with kraft paper, and wrote the proportions and dates on it with a brush.

In her previous life, she used lemon juice to make jam, and if she didn't buy lemons, oranges could be substituted. It just so happens that now whether it is a lemon or an orange, it is a luxury that Shen Qiaoqiao can not reach.

For no other reason, this is the north. Lemons and oranges are both southern fruits, and even if they can be transported from the south, the price will increase dozens of times.

What only high-ranking officials and nobles can afford to eat, many people in Nanding Village and even Shuanglu Town have never seen it, let alone use it to make jam.

Shen Qiaoqiao adjusted the recipe and reduced the proportion of vinegar. This time, I used ten catties of cherries, and repeated the steps just now to start boiling.

Xiao Feiyang silently took the firewood stick and controlled the fire according to his sister's requirements, the fire should not be too big, otherwise it would be easy to paste, and it should not be too small, and the boiling time would affect the taste.

"Why does Sister know so much?"

Shen Qiaoqiao knew in her heart that the traverser must answer the question, and she understood this process.

"Sister fell ill some time ago and had a long dream, which was taught by the white-bearded old fairy." Shen Qiaoqiao opened his mouth and came.

Xiao Feiyang sighed, convinced of this, he often eats chicken legs in his dreams, which is called a fragrant.

"The old fairy said that this matter should be kept secret, and his identity must not be revealed. So Feiyang, if someone asks in the future......" Shen Qiaoqiao looked at him in embarrassment.

Shen Feiyang's eyes rolled slightly, and he said wittily: "My mother taught me." ”

Shen Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up, and the children could be taught, but they were just ......

"Why mother?"

"Daddy often praises my mother for being smart and understanding." Shen Feiyang's tone was mixed with thick longing, and soon his eyes were red, and the mountain rain was coming.

Shen Qiaoqiao hurried before the flash flood broke out: "Where was the story last night?" ”

"Havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"

"Want to know what happened to the monkey?" Shen Qiaoqiao's face pretended to be mysterious, and the child who was full of curiosity was the cutest.

The little guy nodded like pounded garlic, and looked at Sister A with expectant eyes.

"Watch the firewood and tell the story at night."

As soon as he heard this, Shen Feiyang immediately sat upright, paid twelve points of attention, and looked intently at the firewood in the stove.

As for why his face was wet, he seemed to have accidentally smoked it just now.

The taste of the second pot of jam is obviously much better but still poor. Whether the taste of memory can be reproduced or not, we have to work harder. Shen Qiaoqiao packed the jam as usual and marked it.

I concocted a few pots of jam in the same way, and the time soon came to the afternoon. The cherries that were originally full of two large baskets, with the efforts of the two sisters and brothers, turned into bottles of jam. After Shen Qiaoqiao adjusted the proportions many times, she finally made a taste that was almost the same as in her previous life.

It's a pity that only the last pot is perfect. Sweet and sour, it is suitable for all ages. The first few pots of jam tasted honestly okay, and if she was asked to give a score, it would be considered qualified.

It is more than wrong to take it out and sell it, which Shen Qiaoqiao is very sure of, after all, here jam is an unprecedented rarity.

To make a jam of fresh fruit, remove at least half the weight. The fruit plus cane sugar, vinegar, bottles, and most importantly, how to price the jam with her and Xiao Feiyang's labor force is a problem.