Farmer's Favorite

The making of moon cakes is much more difficult than that of flower cakes, and the ingredients alone must be carefully prepared.

However, from the moment of preparing the materials, Zhuang Xinyan was very attentive and even excited.

He picked up a bunch of plump black particles and asked the people around him, "How about this one?"

Lin Qi glanced at it and nodded, "Yes."

After speaking, he lowered his head and continued to choose.

But before choosing two, the person next to him came over again, "Will this one be too dry?"

"Well done, if you really don't want it if it hasn't been dried, who knows if it will go bad after a long time." Lin Qi didn't even give him a look, and continued to choose. After all, dried lotus seeds are very expensive. He felt distressed if he chose a bad one to go back.

"Then this one is not good, it's still soft, look at it."

Lin Qi stopped what he was doing, and the two of them chose for a long time, but in the end they only chose half of the basket, which made the waiter in the shop impatient to stand beside them to entertain other customers, and he raised his eyebrows just to look at the basket. Looking at the person next to him making trouble.

Zhuang Xinyan gave him a smiling face, stretched out his hand and casually grabbed two handfuls of dried lotus seeds and put them in the small basket, then put another hand on Lin Qi's waist and took him to the other side, saying: "Choose some more." Red beans, pounded into sand in the same way."

Lin Qi: "Why did you get arrested without choosing?"

Zhuang Xinyan didn't take it seriously: "Such a big shop won't get some inferior goods mixed in, they want to smash their own brand name."

Lin Qi: "Didn't you just choose a bad one?"

Zhuang Xinyan pretended to be stupid: "Dizzy-eyed, let's buy it quickly and go to the cloth shop."

Lin Qi: "..."

The price of dried lotus seeds was really expensive, and when Xiao Er agreed on the price, Lin Qi almost stretched out his hand and asked Zhuang Xinyan to return it.

Zhuang Xinyan was not the case, he stretched out his hand to take out the money very quickly, twisted the things he was carrying, and headed towards the cloth village.

On the day when Lin Dong was overjoyed, he suddenly remembered the new clothes he and Lin Qi got married to.

A happy day that comes only once in a lifetime.

Naturally, he would not wrong Lin Qi.

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Lin Qi was a little dazed, until he came out of the cloth village again, he stopped, and said: "How can you spend money so well?"

It took half a tael of silver to go to the grocery store, and more than two taels of silver to go to the cloth shop without staying for half an hour.

"Your husband can earn money as well as spend money. What he loves the most is spending money for his little husband." Zhuang Xinyan smiled, making Lin Qi look away uncomfortably.

Lin Qi glanced at him, and walked forward first, Zhuang Xinyan followed closely, talking to him constantly, people passing by only saw a slight smile on the face of the person in front .

The two got into the donkey cart at the gate of the town and walked slowly towards home.

But after they walked for a while, one of them ran to the town gate, looked around but didn't see the person he wanted to see.

"Master, who are you looking for? Would you like someone from your subordinates to help you?" Another person followed closely behind this person, lowering his head and asking cautiously.

Shi Yu's face was serious, that person's face just flashed in front of his eyes, even now he couldn't confirm whether he had misread it, so he hurried to catch up, still holding a glimmer of hope.

But in the end, he still shook his head, ready to turn around and go back.

"Master Shi? I didn't expect it to be you. Yuan Yi, the steward of Xiabafang Pavilion, met you once in Shangjing." Yuan Yiben was sitting in the carriage and opened the curtain by accident. He didn't expect to see someone who made him absolutely unexpected person.

Shi Yu had no impression of the person in front of him, but he knew about the Bafang Pavilion. He nodded, but turned and left without talking too much.

Yuan Yi couldn't help but feel a little pity, if he could get on the big ship of Master Shi, the Patriarch would definitely treat him differently.

It's just that it's obvious that the owner of the pavilion has no interest in a small person like him, and he doesn't dare to rush forward to disturb him. If he is annoyed, he will suffer instead.

"Shopkeeper, should we go to Xishan Village now?" asked the groom driving the carriage.

Yuan Yi watched the man's back disappear, then sighed slightly, and said, "Go."

After walking for about an hour on the road, Yuan Yi never thought that he would be stopped by a bridge.

The groom sized it up for a while, and then said helplessly: "Shopkeeper, this bridge looks a bit narrow, and our carriage may not be able to pass it."

Yuan Yi looked at the smoke that could be vaguely seen in front of him, what else could he do but walk in?Is it possible that everyone will go back here?

Xishan Village is originally a remote village, and strangers rarely come here, let alone someone who is obviously not an ordinary elder. As soon as Yuan Yi entered the village, someone came up and asked, knowing that he was looking for Zhuang Xinyan. , the person who asked the question didn't think it was strange, and walked towards the new house with the road.

It just so happened that when Yuan Yi first arrived, Zhuang Xinyan returned to the village.

Although he left the town first, the donkey cart came slower than the horse-drawn carriage. If Yuan Yi's carriage drove a little longer, he might be able to meet the person he wanted to see on the road.

Zhuang Xinyan was not surprised by Yuan Yi's arrival.

He poured a pot of tea and said, "It's all rough tea, don't be disgusted by Shopkeeper Yuan."

"No matter how good the tea is, it's the same thing when I put it in my mouth." Yuan Yi took a sip from the teacup and looked around.

Not far from the stove, there is a new house built with blue bricks and red tiles, which looks very grand in the village.

Yuan Yi didn't beat around the bush, and directly explained why he came here: "In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm ashamed to say that I have thought about it for a long time and I haven't thought of what gift to send. It just happened to be your flower cake, no Do you know how little brother Zhuang plans to sell the flower cake recipe?"

Zhuang Xinyan picked up the teapot, filled the teacup, and said, "Selling is naturally selling, but I have a small request, and I don't know whether shopkeeper Yuan should respond."

Yuan Yi sat upright, and he said, "Talk about it."

"Professor Yuan must also know that not only I but the whole village make money by selling flower cakes. If you buy a Zizi, I am afraid that you will not only deliver it to your master, but also do business in flower cakes, right?" Wake up early, Zhuang Xinyan understands this truth very well, he underestimated Bafang Pavilion at first, he thought it was just a shop for collecting prey, but after meeting him in a grocery store, he discovered that Bafang Pavilion involved a lot of industries , there are more than a dozen shops in the town alone.

Among them, there are also food-related ones.

Yuan Yi didn't hide it, nodded: "Naturally."

Zhuang Xinyan said firmly: "I don't care about anywhere in the world, but Genshan Town and nearby villages, the business of flower cakes can only be done by me."

Yuan Yi frowned. The world is very big, but he is the only one who manages the property of Bafang Pavilion in Genshan Town. Making wedding dresses for others, even if they are sold outside, has nothing to do with Yuan Yi.

He said: "Brother Zhuang is for the people of Xishan Village, but you didn't grow up in the village, why do you think about them like this?"

Zhuang Xinyan smiled, turned his eyes to one side, and said, "Of course there is a reason for me to take care of it."

Yuan Yi followed his gaze, and there was a trace of understanding in his eyes.

The result of the final negotiation was that Yuan Yi left 20 taels of silver, and the people of Xishan Village continued to sell pastries in the surrounding area.

After the people left, Zhuang Xinyan picked up two silver ingots and stuffed them into Lin Qi's hands, as if waiting for a compliment, he raised his head and said, "Hey, does your husband make a lot of money?"