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In the first lunar month, the mushroom shed of Lao Zhou’s family also started to make money. The supermarket sells all kinds of grown mushrooms and various fungus bags. In the area of ​​Yongqing Town, Buffalo Town, many people buy mushroom bags and grow them themselves. In this way, the sales of mature mushrooms are still in short supply.

Yang Cunbo even pulled a cart of mushrooms from them at one time. I heard that their clubhouse designated Thursday as Mushroom Day.In order to ensure the freshness of the ingredients to the greatest extent, in addition to the various dishes they serve every day, their clubhouse also has a theme every day. Of course, doing so has indeed greatly reduced the work intensity of the kitchen. Recently, In the past few months, the business volume of their club's catering business has increased sharply, and the pressure on the kitchen side is really not small.

On this day, Guanshi Chen suddenly received an order from Hong Kong, and there were all kinds of things on it, from custard-wrapped milk steamed buns, corn flour steamed buns, to all kinds of vegetables, pickled vegetables and dried vegetables, and even offered to buy two Big fat pigs bred in Niuwangzhuang.

"It's hard to say about other things. As for live pigs, they must be gone now." Lao Zhou had already said that their pigs would not be sold, and when Manager Chen saw the order, he called Yang Cunbo.

"Why not? According to reliable sources, Lao Zhou has six big fat pigs weighing more than 100 catties, and we don't want too many. We need two. Hey, I heard that you were going to buy pigs before. Have you ever sold Chengjiweilou?" Yang Cunbo is now [-]% sure that their boss must have been to Niuwangzhuang, and he has stayed longer than him, otherwise how could he have investigated so deeply?

"Who did you hear from?" The news is too well-informed!Does it have eyeliner?Chen Guanshi looked around the entire courtyard, no one looked alike...

"Hey, I can't tell you about this." Yang Cunbo glanced at his boss Duan who was sitting on the bar in a suit and leather shoes, shaking his wine glass. This guy disappeared for a long time and came back after the Chinese New Year. The thing about it is Menerqing, but Niuwangzhuang doesn't know his name yet.

Yang Cunbo really can't think of any other possibility except private visits on Weibo. If he wants to sneak into Niuwangzhuang, it's not difficult to say, but it's not easy to say. As long as he honestly works as a cheap labor force for Lao Zhou, that's not it. Love stays as long as you want.Thinking about it, Yang Cunbo couldn't help admiring the hard-working spirit of their boss. This cheap labor can last for several months.

"The owner wants to keep those pigs for himself to eat." The owner wants to kill the pigs, so they have to get some oil on the side of the courtyard. If they are sold, what else can they get?So Manager Chen didn't support Lao Zhou's sale of pigs.

"Isn't that still a lot? We don't want too much, just the two ends. We are old friends now. Otherwise, you can talk to Lao Zhou? In a few days, it will be the third anniversary of our clubhouse. Our boss But take it seriously, you see, if I don’t do my job well, I won’t be able to explain it.” Yang Cunbo began to sing bitter tricks.

"Then why don't I ask him again?" Since the other party already knew that Lao Zhou had pigs in his hands, and also knew that he had sold them to Jiweilou, and it was time for the third anniversary of their clubhouse, if he refused now, That would be a bit hurtful. Regardless of whether the pig will be sold in the end, Manager Chen still has to put on an attitude of being willing to negotiate.

"Hey, that's a good relationship, I'm sorry to trouble you." Yang Cunbo was happy, and his hometown accent came out.

"I'll just ask, I don't know if it will succeed or not."

"Whether it is successful or not, thank you, it is necessary."

Look at the sun, it's still early, Lao Zhou and his family Xiao Shulin probably haven't gone up the mountain yet, Manager Chen thought about it, got up and went to their hut, this conversation has to be said face to face Clear in place.

Old man Luo and the others should be baking biscuits at this moment. I heard that Lao Zhou has been fine for the past two days. He even made some black tea leaves from their house and made milk tea with buffalo milk. The milk tea is biscuits. It has also been many years since I had a serious afternoon tea.

"How does he know that we still have pigs?" This really can't be blamed on Lao Zhou's bad brain, and most people don't think about it, and it's not about making movies and playing Infernal Affairs. Wang Zhuang dived for so long.

"I also know that you sold it at the Jiwei Building." Guanshi Chen missed the milk tea and so on. The old man Luo and Liu Chunlan are not here at the moment, so he probably went to the village.But there is still food. The old Zhou’s family has changed their style today. The lotus seeds, peanuts and walnuts produced in Niuwangzhuang are served with longan from the south and red dates from the north. They cook a pot of thick sweet soup in a casserole. This winter, Eating a hot bowl is really refreshing.

"Tsk, then it's not easy to push anymore." Lao Zhou watched helplessly as the housekeeper finished eating a bowl and then brought the soup bowl into the kitchen. It took only a few words, their soup bowl was so big .

"Well, it's not easy to push, just in time for their third anniversary." Chen Jianhua said, and soon came out of the kitchen with a soup bowl, and moved his mouth to the side of the bowl to take a sip as he walked. , There are a lot of delicious food in Niuwangzhuang, and you can't die if you eat two pieces of pork less. At worst, go here a few more times.

"Then give it to them, but remember to make it clear, just this time." The piglets on Luo Hanliang's side are getting more and more, and the planting scale on Niuwangzhuang is also getting bigger and bigger. The number of fat pigs is also increasing, but now that his family has a big business, that little pork is not enough to look at.

"Sure, I'll tell them. By the way, there are buffalo grandma steamed buns and custard buns on the order." Steward Chen took out a fax paper from his jacket pocket, shook it out and handed it to Lao Zhou.

Speaking of which, Lao Zhou's current Niuwangzhuang started his business with buffalo milk at first, but until now, his family's buffalo milk has actually not earned much profit for him.

At the beginning, Ma Congrong also had the idea of ​​buffalo milk. After some weighing, Lao Zhou finally rejected it. At present, the supply to Jiweilou is some milk steamed buns and milk yellow buns. The fresh milk is only a small supply, as some Ingredients for special dishes.

Lao Zhou’s refusal was due to various considerations. For one thing, buffalo milk is not like the goji berry nectar that was sold well at that time.

Of course, it must be more profitable than in Buffalo Town, but since there are restrictions on prices, it mainly depends on sales. It hasn't developed much yet, and the Big Buffalo Dairy is quite famous in their town, and Luo Hongfeng, Luo Meng's older sister, runs it. For various reasons, Lao Zhou never made a move to sell the buffalo milk outside. thought.

In addition, Lao Zhou also has his own plan for the future development of their buffalo milk. This plan has nothing to do with making money. There are ways to make money in Niuwangzhuang, which is not bad.

"Milk steamed buns and custard buns are available in limited quantities. For fresh milk, it's the same as Jiweilou."

"He also said he wanted corn oil."

"Not for sale, cornmeal steamed buns, give as much as you want."

"They also said they wanted pigeon eggs."

"Isn't there spies in our village? Why do you even think about the things on my balcony?"

"Will you give it?"

"No."

Since the last time Lao Yanzi and Luo Meng agreed to ask for two pairs of pigeon eggs, after a pair of 500 yuan, many of the pigeon eggs produced by Lao Zhou's family have been kept to hatch new pigeons, and the number for food has decreased a lot. For food, Hu Qunfeng, Wang Dasheng and the others still had to take some away from time to time, Ma Congrong, the old man of Ma's family, and the others were also thinking about it, and people often asked about the people who came to work in Tongcheng.

This amount of pigeon eggs is not enough to consume. How can there be more to sell to Hong Kong? Besides, the pigeon eggs in Niuwangzhuang are not cheap here. , the price is probably not much different.

While the two were talking, Xiao Shulin came back in their pickup truck. There was something wrong with the transportation company that day, so Xiao Shulin went to Yongqing again.In the house, when Lao Zhou heard the movement, Diandian went into the kitchen and made a big bowl of sweet soup.

"Sanmao is here again today." Xiao Shulin said to Luo Meng when he entered the room.

"Did you go to the courtyard?" Lao Zhou put the soup bowl in his hand on the tea table, then put a spoon in it, and called Xiao Shulin to come and eat.

"Well, I wanted to get some cornmeal steamed buns, but when I saw the fat man messing with the pancakes, I just picked up a few." Xiao Shulin put the lunch box in his hand on the tea table, and picked up the bowl of sweets that Luo Meng made for him. After taking a big sip of the soup, he turned and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"What else do you need?" Luo Meng asked Chen Jianhua at this moment.

"It's okay." Chen Guanshi wiped his mouth, got up and put the soup bowl in the kitchen sink, and didn't plan to stay here as a light bulb.

"What are you going to do on the mountain today?" Old Zhou asked again.

"Cornmeal steamed buns." Steward Chen waved his hand and left without turning his head.

"Do you want to eat pancakes?" Xiao Shulin came out of the bathroom after washing his hands and face, sat down on the sofa, and pushed the lunch box towards Romon.

"Eat." Romon reached out and grabbed one.

"No soup?"

"Just had a drink."

"I ran into your sister on the road just now. She said that she would go to the courtyard in a while, so she brought Monkey over here."

"That's right, don't make a trip."

"This soup is good."

"one more bowl?"

"Ah."

"The group of monkeys on the mountain, will you get some good food for them in two days? They have been eating cornmeal buns for several days, and the monkey heads seem a little unhappy."

"Grilled corn?"

"Fresh corn on the cob is not enough to sell recently."

"Get some buns?"

"I've eaten steamed stuffed buns a few times. It's really not good. When the time comes, let's take a box of instant noodles and cook a big pot to make them lively. Monkeys, it's almost like giving them to children. I don't know if I like them. Lai... another bowl?"

"Ah."

Siheyuan here.

Finally, it was time for dinner again. The people on the hills had finished their work, and there were crowds of people queuing up to get dinner. Some old people in the yard saw that the queue was long, so they were not in a hurry to go, and slowly put away the food they had on hand. Let's talk about it after the work is done, anyway, the old Zhou's family has always prepared enough food, so don't worry about going late and running out of food.

"Woof!" Sanmao looked at the cafeteria, then at old man Wang who was sweeping the floor with a broom, and urged anxiously.

"..." Old man Wang continued to sweep his land without saying a word. A group of them were sitting here peeling beans just now, and a lot of bean skins were scattered on the ground.

"Wang woo... woo..." San Mao scrambled around Old Wang's legs.

"Wait a minute, there are too many people now."

"Woof! Woah!" After a while, there were more people.

"Are you hungry?" Another gray-haired old man next to him laughed.

"It's like being greedy, as if you haven't eaten. I heard that when he was in the army, the young man who served as a soldier got a few subsidies a month, and he just bought snacks for him." Old man Wang thought Sanmao was ashamed of him. If it wasn't for this guy, he wouldn't have given up his old face to work in Niuwangzhuang.

He is still young, and his family is well-off. Not to mention his own pension, his son-in-law is treated well in the army, his children don't need his subsidies, and he can take money and things at home during the New Year.In his situation, it is reasonable to say that he shouldn't come here to take advantage of others, but he just can't stand Sanmao's tumultuous energy. This person is getting soft-hearted when he is old.

"What's the matter? Old Zhou's food is delicious. Those people in the city have never eaten anything good, and they all say that our food is delicious. Old Wang, don't feel embarrassed, just tell Chen The person in charge said, from now on, I will bring Sanmao to work here every day, at most I will not be paid.”

"Hey, what's the point?"

"Wang woo...Wang woo..." Another group of young people carrying farm tools came in from the yard, and San Mao urged old man Wang even more anxiously.

"Don't bark, let me take these things away first."

"I'll go."

"No, no, I'll just go."

Old man Wang came out of the yard, Sanmao looked at his back holding the dustpan, and at the crowds of people going into the kitchen...

"Next." Fatty Hou set up two tables at the door of the kitchen, and stood there with a few old people to cook for everyone. After the young man in front left, the older lady behind didn't come up for a long time. Fatty Hou felt that It was a little strange, looking up at her, but she smiled and pointed to the position in front of him.

"What?" Fatty Hou looked.

"Woof!" Sanmao put the rice bowl on the ground and greeted him.

"Where's Lao Wang?" Sanmao has been in Niuwangzhuang for a while, and Fatty Hou has known him for a long time.

"Woof!" Sanmao barked energetically.

"Okay, I'll call you." Fatty Hou stretched out his hand, and Sanmao immediately picked up the rice bowl and handed it to him.Most of the people in the team watched the fun with a smile, and some frowned slightly. Fatty Hou also knew what they were taboo, so he rushed to the back with a smile and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely wash my hands in a while."

After all, this thing is a dog bowl, no wonder people think it is unclean, Hou Fatty picked up Sanmao's rice bowl and moved it aside, but didn't let it lean against the vegetable bowl, and put a spoonful of rice in it A spoonful of vegetables, handed back to Sanmao.

"Wow!" Sanmao looked at his rice bowl, then looked up at Fatty Hou, and barked.

"not enough?"

"Wang!"

"Okay, give me another spoonful."

"Wang!"

"Are you so good at eating?"

"Wow!" All of us soldiers can eat it.

After the old man Wang poured out the bean curds, he sent the dustpan basket to the warehouse where the tools were placed beside him. Seeing that the pile of tools next to him was very messy, he tidied it up. When he came out, where was Sanmao?

"Ha...ha..." Sanmao came out of the cafeteria wagging his big tail at this moment, still holding its own rice bowl in its mouth, and the food in it was all top-notch.