The Scenery of Farmgate

There is no curfew in Qingfeng County, but there are not many people who go out to play at night. It is okay in summer, and they will wander for a while. In winter, there will be nothing on the street when it gets dark.

This snail business can definitely be done, but this stuff has no meat, so it’s just a taste, ordinary people eat less, only those who often go to restaurants and restaurants eat it.

This is not the modern age, almost everyone can afford a portion of snails, Yang Shu never thought about doing this fried snail business, accidents are prone to happen at night, and it is inconvenient for them to have no place to rest in the county.

But this method of frying screws can exchange some money. Not only that, they can also provide snails for the children in the family to have some income.

Yang Shu thought about it in his heart and said: "I plan to go to Sun's house tomorrow to fry a portion of snails for the young master. When I leave, I will take some as samples to the restaurant and ask if anyone wants it."

The two of them didn't lower their voices and said that the rest of the Yang family heard it too. After hearing Yang Shu talk about the Sun family, they asked, "What Sun family?"

Yang Shu then talked about meeting the young servant of the Sun family today, and the fact that the young master of the Sun family couldn't eat.

The other party was a child, and when the Yang family heard that they were going to die without food, they all showed pity, "It's really pitiful."

"That's not right, it's also due to being born in a rich family. If the poor family can't stand this kind of trouble, the child will be gone long ago."

Children from poor families have never had enough to eat. Food is too expensive these days.

Women have children, so they feel more sympathetic. Yang's mother said to Yang Shu: "Fourth brother, you can go and see it tomorrow. We don't want them to do anything. If you can save it, it will be a life."

Yang Shu nodded, "Okay, I'm going to bring some things there tomorrow, try my best."

Old man Yang said: "Yes, you just do your best, we can't save people and don't come up with bad ideas to harm people, our Yang family can't do such things."

After talking about the Sun family, the snails were almost eaten, and it was time to wash up and go to bed after getting up and doing activities.

The snails are really delicious. That night, the Yang family ate snails in their dreams, and they were very fragrant.

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The next morning, Yang Shu and Tang Ning added Yang Dalang to the county seat with their belongings.

In addition to the things to sell, Yang Shu also brought some snails and the dogwood oil he made for himself, and planned to go to Sun's house today to try it out.

This day’s business was still similar to usual, and it was sold out at noon. When they closed the stall, Sun Mu brought someone here, panting and said to Yang Shu: “Master, my young master has woken up, please forgive me.” Come with me again."

Yang Shu nodded, "Sure, I'll take the things down."

Sun Mu came in a carriage, but the West Market was too crowded, so he parked outside. The people he brought showed Yang Shu and the others the stalls. Yang Shu and Tang Ning went to Sun's residence in a carriage outside the West Market. .

On the way, Yang Shu asked Sun Mu about young master Sun Mu, and Sun Mu said: "I haven't eaten, but I would like to drink some mint syrup, it depends on the ginseng slices, it's still very empty."

Yang Shu said that he knew that it would definitely not be able to eat heavy oil and spicy food if he was so empty, so it would act as a stimulus.

When he arrived at the Sun Mansion, Yang Shu asked someone to cook and get thicker rice soup. He told Master Sun to take the young master to the kitchen door to smell the smell. If he could smell it, he would immediately hug him Walk.

Yang Shu specially reserved a portion of tofu nao and a portion of stinky tofu. The young master is a bit interested in tofu nao, but he still couldn't eat it.

He is frying stinky tofu in the kitchen now, maybe because he doesn't want to smell that smell, the young master held his nose and shouted to leave.

Yang Shu was not discouraged either. He waited for the smell to dissipate before starting to fry the snails. The smell was stronger than that of stinky tofu, and it was fragrant and choking. It smells good.

Yang Shu fried the snails and took them out, and the rice soup was also cooked, and they were placed on the stone table in the yard. The young master was not interested in rice soup, so he looked at you snails frequently.

In terms of taste stimulation, it is somewhat effective. Yang Shu went to a bowl of water, washed the snails in it, picked out the meat inside, and handed it to the young master, "Suck it and see if you like it." like."

Doctor Qin said it was anorexia, and it was a little serious, but if he could still smell the oily smoke, he should be saved.

The young master held the snail shell hesitantly before putting it into his mouth. The moment he put it into his mouth, Yang Shu heard a gasp. Yang Shu looked up and found that it was Mrs. Sun, obviously excited.

The young master sucked on the shell for a long time, until it was completely tasteless before spitting it out, and said weakly, "It's delicious, can I still eat it?"

Yang Shu washed another one for him, still picked the meat and left, "I'll have another one, see if it's spicy or not."

The young master nodded obediently, and put the snail shell into his mouth again. Yang Shu didn't wash it clean this time, so it was a bit spicy. The young master subconsciously looked for water to drink, and Yang Shu handed over the cold rice soup.

Gudong Gudong took a few mouthfuls of rice soup, the young master was quite happy, and asked Yang Shu for snails, and said he wanted it spicy.

The rice soup was finished quickly, and the snails were no longer eaten, but the young master was much more energetic.

Yang Shu got up and said to Master Sun: "Later, you can cook porridge for the young master to eat, and I can teach the cooks in the house to cook this snail, but I want to buy this recipe of fried snails for some copper coins, and return it to Master Sun for a while." Fan, can't spread it outside."

As soon as Yang Shu finished speaking, Master Sun yelled, "I'll buy it, I'll buy it, Mr. Yang, I'll buy your way of frying snails!"