Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Are there any ginger sellers on Daji?

There was none on the street stall, and Zhou Lang saw them wandering around like flies without heads, so he grabbed Wu Zhou Lang by the back collar, made him turn half a circle, and pointed to the door of the old doctor's house: "His family has only one. Ginger for sale."

Ginger wards off cold and can also remove the smell of mutton, so during the Chinese New Year, if you want to boil mutton, many people will go to the pharmacy or the doctor's house to buy some ginger pieces.

Goro is not too young, so he should be sensible.

Wu Wulang looked at the door of the old doctor's house and had a bad premonition. He and Liulang led Man Bao there.

The old doctor had already opened the door, and was sitting on a rattan chair swaying to catch up on sleep. When he saw two teenagers and a child standing in front of him, he squinted and looked at Wuwu Lang and Saturday Lang carefully, and found some familiar eyes. , but I don't quite remember the name, so I looked at Man Bao.

Well, this is an acquaintance.

The old doctor waved to Man Bao, "Looking at your ruddy complexion, it doesn't look like you're sick. What, your mother is sick again?"

When Man Bao was younger, he was sick every three days, and the old doctor knew her very well. Several times, he was carried to the Zhou family by the Zhou brothers in the middle of the night.

Man Bao was also very impressed with the old doctor, because every time he saw her, he either gave her an injection or gave her medicine for suffering, so Man Bao was very afraid of him.

She matched her little finger and whispered, "I want to buy ginger."

"Oh, that's a good thing, how much do you want?"

"One pound!"

The old doctor's forehead jumped, looked at the little thing, and asked with a smile, "What do you want so much ginger for?"

"Make soup, my third brother is going to serve, and I want to make ginger soup for them."

The old doctor thought for a while and said, "It's a good idea to drive away the cold and warm up, but Jiang Kegui costs sixty cents a pound."

"Yeah, why is it more expensive than Privet?"

The old doctor froze for a moment and smiled: "You still know Privet."

He thought for a while and said: "The number of times that Ligustrum lucidum is used in the prescription is not as good as that of ginger slices, and rich people like to use ginger for cooking, and they have to be accompanied by ginger when drinking tea. The less it is, the more it is used, the more expensive it is of course.”

"But ginger is easy to grow."

"Huh?" The old doctor sat up slightly and asked with a smile, "You know how to plant?"

Man Bao said unconcernedly: "Jiangxi is fertile and moist soil, as long as you bury a piece, you can reap a large piece of it."

This is indicated on the entry, and Keke also said that ginger is easy to grow. In the future, due to the great migration of human beings, many species will disappear or decrease, but some species will not only not decrease, but will grow more and more. , Ginger is a kind of very easy to survive.

The old doctor was thoughtful, he got up, took out a piece of ginger and gave it to her, saying: "Ginger is divided into ginger and dried ginger, I only have dried ginger, and dried ginger has to be buried in the ground for three years, and the smell is strong. With moderation, what you want should be ginger, if you want it more, come back at the next big episode."

He added: "It's cold now, in addition to ginger, radishes can also be boiled more. In fact, ginger slices are better in summer, and radishes in winter are even better. You should make radish soup instead of ginger soup."

The old doctor smiled at Manbao, and winked at her mischievously: "Carrots and meat are also more compatible."

Man Bao swallowed, wiped the corner of her mouth, and asked in a low voice, "Apart from radishes, what else can I put?"

"It's a pity that it's winter, and there are no other dishes besides radishes. Otherwise, you can put some leaves, and the soup will be delicious after a while."

Goro and Rokuro were about to drool when they saw their sister, and felt that the old doctor was very unreliable. They came to buy ginger. How did he teach them how to make soup?

And did he mean soup?

That was a big dish. Wu Lang hurriedly dragged Man Bao to leave, for fear that the little girl would be persuaded to do so. Then they would not make money in this business, but lose money.

Wulang wanted to pay for the piece of ginger. The old doctor was very generous and waved his hand: "It's just a small piece of ginger, you can just give me two cents."

Friday Lang felt that the two cents were also very expensive, okay? They wanted to boil a large pot of water, and they planned to use a lot of ginger.

If there is only one piece of two cents, how much ginger will it take to boil a pot of water.

Friday was a little worried.

Seeing the two younger brothers come back with bitter faces, Zhou Lang was satisfied, but the expression on Man Bao's face did not match the truth, so he asked, "Have you bought ginger?"

Man Bao nodded again and again, still thinking about the stewed white radish soup, she asked with saliva, "Second brother, does white radish go well with meat?"

Zhou Zhou Lang looked down at Yaomei, always feeling that the corners of her mouth were a little bright, he nodded and said, "Yes, it's a good match."

Wu Wulang immediately said: "Man Bao, don't listen to the old doctor, a bowl of soup for a penny, and meat and carrots. That's not to lose money, it's to pay for the family."

"Then sell it for two cents."

"Two wen doesn't make any money," Wu Zhou Lang was not Man Bao, he knew how much meat was, and he could roughly calculate how much meat would be produced if a pot of soup had the aroma of meat, so he said: "There is ginger and meat in a bowl. The broth with radish, at least four or five cents to return to the original, if you want to make money, you have to sell it for at least six cents, who would be willing to spend six cents every day to drink a bowl of soup."

Friday Lang reiterated that "two cents do not make money."

Man Bao swallowed and said, "Let's go and see the meat first."

There are also meat sellers on the Daji, but there are only a few. There are basically two stalls, one selling mutton and the other selling pork.

Like most people, Manbao prefers mutton, which is more expensive than pork.

So Man Bao subconsciously looked at the mutton first, and after asking the price, he stood aside and counted the cost with his fingers, which seemed to be a bit high.

Keke reminded: "Host, bones can also make soup."

Man Bao said: "Bone is also expensive."

"It's not bones with meat, I'm talking about bones without meat." Keke directed Man Bao to look at the cleanly shaved bones on the pork stall next to him.

Man Bao came up to look, and the stall owner asked the three of them with a smile, "Buy meat?"

Man Bao asked, "How do you sell pork?"

The stall owner divided the meat into areas and pointed at it, "This pile is ten cents a pound, this pile is nine cents, this one is eight cents."

It is divided according to fat and thin, the fatter the more expensive.

Man Bao rarely eats pork and doesn't miss it very much. He points directly to the bone and asks, "What about this?"

"Six texts."

There is a lot of meat on the bones, but it is undeniable that the bones are also very heavy. A single bone is more than a pound, but there is not much meat to eat, so his price is relatively cheap.

The lamb on the side is much more expensive than pork.

Man Bao turned his fingers in half a circle, and asked the bones that he was laying beside him, "What about this?"

It was the bone that had been cut clean by the stall owner. The stall owner was stunned and said, "Little lady, do you want to stew bone soup?"