Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

"Oh." Su Ziling suddenly understood, "This is not for sale at the moment, but you can have it after another month. Then you can buy the dry powder directly and just soak it in hot water and eat it."

Lu Yan nodded, "Okay, if you have it, you can keep it for me, as much as you want!"

Su Ziling was stunned for a moment, "What are you..."

"We are grain merchants, we go to other places to sell." Lu Yan said nonsense.

Su Ziling: "..."

Grain merchants, are you like this?

She didn't expose it, just nodded. It's not her style to be a bastard if you have money. "Okay, remember to let me know in advance when you're going to pick it up, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to deliver it in a hurry." .”

"Well, you don't have to worry about that."

Lu Yan and the others did not stay too long. After eating the noodles, they set off. From beginning to end, Su Ziling knew nothing about him except that he knew his surname was Lu and that he was a grain merchant.

Looking at the shed gradually disappearing from sight, Lu Anyu looked at Lu Yan, "Brother Lu, can you guess what her name is?"

Lu Yan read in silence, his surname was Su, and he was named after the medicine, Ling'er means Curling Er...

Lu Yan raised the corners of his lips and softly uttered three words, "Su Ziling."

His voice was so soft that it dissipated in the air when the wind blew.

Lu Anyu didn't hear clearly, so he asked again at the top of his lungs, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly!"

Lu Yan glanced at him and rode forward without saying a word.

Thanks to Lu Anyu and the others, work ended unusually early that day. There were no steamed buns, and only noodles and tofu were left. Just after noon, everything was sold out.

In the remaining two days, Su Ziling and the others picked up mushrooms while picking tea. They still sold as much mushroom paste as they had and did not keep any.

Even some sun-dried mushrooms were sold. The dried mushrooms were sold at twenty cents per catty, so I could make a little profit.

It's the first day of June, Xiaoshu. Today is Su Zimu's tenth day off. Su Ziling got up early in the morning.

She took out the cornmeal that was being distributed on the side. She thought that it would not be easy to go to the county and it would be better to earn a little, so she wanted to make some cornmeal cakes and see if she could sell them.

If it is easy to sell, she can make more and sell it in the mountain col.

Corn is cheap, only five cents a pound, and I still have plenty at home. If I don’t have enough, I can buy it in the village or other villages.

Corn cakes are low-cost, easy to make, and very filling. She thought that if they were easy to sell, she could find someone to sell them directly in the county.

In this way, neither side of Shan'ao County will fall behind.

Hearing the noise in the kitchen, Su's mother also got up, "Qing'er? Why do you get up so early?"

"Are you making corn cakes?"

The pot was already boiling water. Su Ziling cut a bowl of wild date meat and put it aside. "Well, get up early. I'll make some corn cakes and go to the county to try it. I also have to pick up Er Niu. I don't know what he does. It’s time to come to school.”

"Okay, then you can make the rice too. Your father and the others have also gotten up and made the tofu. You happen to be with your fourth uncle and the others." Mother Su yawned and took the basin to the well to fetch water. Wash up.

People in the old Su family got up one after another, and there was a knock on the door over there. When they opened the door, they saw Liu Guilan and his wife coming to help make tofu.

Now they basically go home during meal time and help with the work the rest of the time.

"Aunt Liu, you are here." Su Ziling stood at the door and shouted, "Don't leave too fast tonight, let's pay the wages."

"Hey, okay."

When they heard that they were being paid, the couple looked at each other, their faces flushed with excitement, and they started working as if they had been given a shot of blood.

After the water boiled, Su Mu and the others pumped out the water to make tofu, and Su Ziling started cooking. She ate cornstarch as the staple food. There was no rice at home. She thought she would buy some brown rice today. Just eating sweet potato starch and cornstarch would be really good. no.

The tea leaves picked yesterday were relatively tender, so she took some out, blanched them and set them aside. Now they are just ready to be eaten cold.

The family was almost tired of eating tofu, so Su Ziling fried a bowl of dried mushrooms, soaked a handful of fungus, and mixed half of it with cold salad and the other half with stir-fried meat.

Last time, she used fried flour and pickled vegetables to make a big jar of sour pig blood. Everyone in the family liked it very much, especially when eating dry rice.

She cooked a big pot, but now only half of it is left, thinking that Su Zimu can have a taste when he comes back.

After the rice was cooked, she began to steam the corn cake. She planned to put it in a backpack and put banana leaves in the basket so that the corn cake would not steam and produce water vapor.

She made three pots, which weighed seven or eight kilograms. One kilogram was divided into ten pieces. She planned to sell them for five cents a piece. The eight kilograms of cakes cost four hundred pennies.

She only used six kilograms of cornmeal for these eight kilograms of cake. One kilogram of cornmeal requires about four taels of water. Adding six kilograms of cornmeal to water and wild jujube meat, the finished product is about eight kilograms.

Six kilograms of cornmeal cost thirty cents. The sugar she used was maltose, which cost one hundred and fifty cents per catty. Today she used half a catty, which is seventy-five cents. Including the cost of cornmeal, the total is one hundred and five cents. .

In other words, these eight pounds of corn cakes earned two hundred and ninety-five cents.

Based on this calculation, it seems that corn cakes are more profitable!

After she steamed the corn cake, she put it on the stove to dry. If it was not dried, there would be moisture in the basket, and if there was moisture, the cake would become sticky.

Because of the use of baking powder, this corn cake does not harden even if it cools down, but remains fluffy and soft.

Looking at the corn cakes on the stove, Mr. Su took a sip of corn paste and said, "Xiao Qing, why have you made so many corn cakes? Do you want to sell them in the mountain col?"

Su Ziling shook her head, "I'll pick up Erniu later. I want to try carrying him to the county."

Mr. Su nodded, "We have already made a pestle and mortar. We will go up the mountain to pick up the mushrooms later, and we will start making sweet potato flour when we come back at noon."

"Okay, you already know the process. You can do it slowly. I just happened to go to the county today and bought a few more pieces of gauze to filter the powder." Looking at the pile of sweet potatoes in the yard, Su Ziling was worried that they would go bad after being washed for a while. .

"Grandpa, why don't you stop going up the mountain and start cutting the pestle and mortar later. We need to hire a few more people to make the sweet potato flour as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be exposed to the wind and sun, and I'm afraid it will spoil."

"Okay." Mr. Su agreed. At this time, there was movement in the yard. Su Ziling stood up and took a look, "Fourth uncle, are you so early? Have you eaten? If not, it will be put here."

"I've eaten, I've eaten, you can eat quickly, we can just pretend." Wang Zhanghua smiled and waved his hand.

Su Ziling moved a few stools out, "Then you guys sit down for a while. The tofu needs to settle for a while. I just want to go to the city today to pick up Er Niu with you."