Grasp the farming script in the famous book

In this barber shop in the town, there are always some pastries to entertain guests.Gradually, this has become a tradition for barbershops to attract business.

Of course, regular customers don't come for a haircut for the cake, but just because of the owner's kindness, they are willing to come to this store for a while.

Roland taught the hairdresser and his wife how to weave a few trendy hair braids, and hurried home by himself, said hello to Hannah, lit the stove in the kitchen, and prepared to try baking cakes by himself.

The times are developing, and the cake technology is also improving.Sponge cakes, chiffon cakes, and light cheese cakes that people are familiar with in later generations have not even seen a shadow.Now people are still accustomed to those traditional snacks with heavy taste.

She can try to improve the way the cake is made, and earn a little more pocket money for herself by the way.

Making cakes is not difficult for those who meet, but not for those who are difficult.

Roland is very familiar with the methods of making various cakes in later generations.But she faced many problems in this era.

The first is to beat the egg whites - in this day and age, an electric egg beater is a luxury.Roland whipped in one direction with a manual egg beater until his arms were sore and he didn't want to move.

She could only imagine that her arm was an "automatic egg-whisking arm" made of steel. She gritted her teeth and beat the egg. Gradually, she really beat the egg white until it foamed and became hard. They won't fall out of the pot even if the pot is turned upside down.

The sending problem was solved, but the stove problem was still troublesome.

The ovens of later generations all have temperature control devices, and you can have as many degrees as you want.

But in this case, the fire is crackling directly in the oven.But Roland could only push the mold for baking the cake into the oven, roughly estimate a suitable position, place the mold there, and observe the cake in the mold swelling a little bit with the naked eye.

For extremely delicate cakes like chiffon, it will fail if the temperature is slightly uncomfortable. Using this traditional oven is simply an adventure.

Roland was ready to fail the first time.

But I still didn't expect the failure to be so tragic.

When he dragged the cake mold out of the oven, Roland was stunned: what is that black piece in the mold?

She couldn't help but stretched out her arm to wipe the sweat off her face, and didn't notice until she finished wiping that there was a piece of wood ash on the sleeve she was wearing—

Good guy!Roland sighed in his heart, she actually used such a sleeve to wipe her face, so it is conceivable that her face should be white and black now, which is comparable to her cow cat, right?

Roland sighed in disappointment, thinking: What about my fame as a farmer?

At this moment there was a voice in the hall, and it must have been Laurie.

Hannah said something to Laurie, and Roland heard Laurie's footsteps coming towards him.

"Joe—"

Laurie's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.

Roland turned his face and raised his eyes to look at Laurie, who was stunned at the kitchen door, as if he saw some stranger.

Then there was a burst of laughter, and Laurie threw himself back and forth, pointing at Roland, almost on the verge of tears.

"Is this still the Joe I know?" the young man asked after a belly laugh.

Roland feigned anger: "Teddy!"

Still unable to hold back, Laurie laughed again for a while, picked up a handkerchief, came up to Roland, and wiped her face carelessly for a while.

Roland can imagine, it's okay if you don't wipe it, but it's even worse if you wipe it....

Laurie saw the anger in her gray eyes, and stretched out his hands for mercy.

"Sorry, Joe, I didn't mean to..."

He smiled while begging for mercy, showing no sincerity.

"Okay, okay, I apologize, just punish me and eat all this black thing you made!"

"It's not the first time I've tried your 'dark cooking' anyway."

Roland was annoyed that this guy was a pain in the ass, but he couldn't help laughing—the pot of dark food she baked really lived up to the name of "dark cuisine".

——Looks like Laurie was bullied a lot by Joe before.

Laurie did what he said, and really reached into the baking tray, picked out a piece of "dark food", and sent a piece to his mouth, without making a sound for a long time.

When Roland turned to look at him, Laurie said in surprise, "I was wondering, is this the Joe I know?"

This is the second time he said this sentence, but the tone is completely different from the first time.

"It's really... delicious," said Laurie.

Hearing this, Roland quickly took the baking dish from him, poured out the dark "things" inside, then found a bread knife, cut off all the burnt parts on the surface, and immediately exposed The cake has a dense and delicate texture.

Roland also stretched out his hand to grab a piece, tasted it, and it was really good: the efforts of her "steel egg-beating arm" were not in vain, the texture of the cake core was even, there were no lumps, and it was very light, without feeling too greasy, Put it in your mouth, as if it will slowly melt on its own.

Roland suddenly showed a sly smile: "Teddy, you came just in time."

Laurie: ...?

But he was only stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that Roland was going to use him as a coolie.

Sure enough, the "steel eggbeater arm" was transferred to Laurie, and he was conscientious. He would never stop until Roland called to stop, which saved Roland a lot of energy.

The two of them worked together for half a day, and the second cake baked was quite beautiful, while the third cake was almost perfect.Roland added a little pre-whipped cream on top, and spread a circle of Meg's pickled raspberries on a tray. Torrey brought it to Mr. Lawrence to taste, as a thank you for the old man's previous help.

"Maybe I have missed the time for afternoon tea, but Teddy, please tell your grandpa, this snack is not as thick as other cakes, and you don't need strong black tea to match it. It is even possible to enjoy it as a dessert after dinner."

Laurie nodded and asked Roland curiously, "Joe, how did you come up with the idea of ​​doing this?"

"The last time I had my hair cut, I knew two hairdresser friends. Their barber shop had delicious cakes, so I asked them what to do."

Laurie didn't suspect at all how Roland changed from "handicapped party" to bid farewell to "dark cuisine" and was able to cook such a beautiful cake - after all, he also helped.

"Joe, this cake of yours is ready for sale at the bakery on Main Street. I'm sure I'll buy it."

Roland pointed his fingers at the side: "But I lack materials..."

Mainly lack of money.

When Laurie heard this, he immediately said, "What's this? I'll bring it to you tomorrow. There are only me and my grandfather in the house. There are so many eggs, butter and flour in the kitchen. I have to give it to the poor every month." hospital."

Laurie kept his word, and the next day Mr. Lawrence's cook actually delivered a sack of flour, butter, brown sugar, and a basket of eggs.

Plus, the "Steel Whisk Arm" means he's on call.

Borrowing these materials, Roland "tamed" her family's oven—now she has basically mastered the knack of baking cakes in this traditional oven, the failure rate has been reduced again and again, and almost every cake can be baked to near perfection status.

She sent a cake to the barber couple.

Roland calculated in his mind that the barber couple were quite thrifty people, and they probably wouldn't enjoy it by themselves, but would put the cake on a tray next to the window as they did that day.When the customers come in the afternoon, they will warmly make tea, and invite the waiting guests to sit aside and enjoy the tea and cake slowly.

If there was a market for this kind of cake, she should hear about it soon.

Sure enough, the next day when she was walking on the main street, when passing by the barbershop, the proprietress of the barbershop leaned out like last time and greeted loudly: "Joe! The cake you sent last time was so delicious, many customers asked me Where did you buy it?"

Roland replied: "I made it myself. If you like it, I will give you another one next time I make it."

The proprietress said happily: "That's great! But, how should I answer when the customers ask me?"

"Or, you can go to the bakery on the street and see if you can send the cake to her for consignment."

"Your cake is really popular. Customers say that the texture is very special and not greasy at all."

"Miss March, if you can make a few in your spare time and put them on consignment at the bakery, you can also earn some pocket money for yourself."

After what happened last time, the proprietress of the barber shop has a certain understanding of the March family's financial crisis.

Roland thought about it, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll go ask. Thank you so much!"

This was a plan she had thought up long ago, but at this moment, it seemed that the proprietress had brought her great inspiration.

After all, this is the only way for Roland to have a reason to send cakes over and put them in the barbershop.

Not everyone in this small town needs to run to the bakery, but everyone needs a haircut.

Roland pointed to the barber shop as her "propaganda base".

At the bakery, she quickly negotiated with the owner.She decides the price of the cakes, and for every cake sold, the baker keeps 10 cents, and the rest goes to Roland.

Roland calculated that as long as she could sell five or six cakes, she would no longer need Laurie to support her with materials.

It's just that cake is not a necessity, and those who can afford it are mostly those who have money and leisure.If the cake is always the same, it doesn't take long for them to get tired of it.

In order to prevent this from happening, Roland began to think about the various colors of the cake. She began to collect all kinds of fresh fruits and smear them with sugar to pickle them. She even started to look for food dyes so that the cream could show different colors.

She was doing experiments in the kitchen that day, and Hannah poked her head in curiously and asked, "Miss Josephine, don't you need to go to my aunt's today?"

Roland straightened up abruptly and patted the back of his head.

She had completely forgotten about it.

Jo March has a mission—go to Aunt March regularly and read to her.

Aunt March's legs and feet are not very flexible, so she fell in love with Jo and asked her to come to her big house regularly to help.Sometimes I help my aunt wind the yarn, sometimes I bathe the poodle, and sometimes I read aloud to my aunt, so as to earn some "pocket money".

Aunt March's eyesight is not very good, so Jo has to do all the reading.

After Roland entered the plane, he inherited this task from Joe.

She hurried to her aunt's residence, and as soon as she entered the door, she heard an old female voice calling out in a drawn-out voice: "Joseph-Fen, Joseph-Fen!"

"You're late again!"

"You can only get half of today's pocket money."

Roland: This...

But she is more willing to believe that this old man is a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.Forget it, be well-behaved today, try to make the old man happy again before the end, and then add back the deducted share to her.

What's more, in Aunt March's big house, there is a big library full of beautiful books.There are rooms full of books, exquisite globes, and chairs so comfortable that you forget they exist.

If Roland wanted to improve her writing skills in a short period of time, the collection of books there should be able to provide her with a lot of help.

So she honestly didn't reply, but took a book that her aunt was reading recently, turned to the last page, and was about to start reading aloud.

Unexpectedly, my aunt said lightly: "Is there any news from your parents?"

Roland's heart skipped a beat: Sure enough, he still had a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. He wrote a note to scold the March couple, but now he clearly still cares about it.

She quickly replied: "A letter has come back. Dad's condition has improved, but Mom still plans to continue to take care of him in Washington for a while, and wait until his condition is completely stable before going home to recuperate..."

Aunt March listened, wondering if she had fallen asleep. After Roland had been silent for a long time, Aunt March said "Hmm", indicating that she had heard everything.

"In this case, there is no need to borrow money from me in the future."

Roland is also a proud person in his bones, not to mention, she herself has the ability to turn stones into gold, which has been successful in several planes.

As soon as she heard her aunt say this, she immediately continued: "Yes, from now on, we will not borrow money from you again."

Aunt March heard her words, raised her eyelids, glanced at Roland, and said slowly: "Josephine——"

"Hearing you say that, I thought that Marguerite was engaged to some rich boy, and that's why you have such confidence."

Roland almost stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

"Josephine, you have to understand. Your family has fallen from one class to another. There's no point in pretending you're still in the same class. Only marriage, a proper marriage, can restore you to your former status, Live the old life."

Aunt March taught from above.

Roland suddenly felt that he had returned to the "Arrogant Plane".She thought for a while and replied to Aunt March: "Thank you for your kind advice. I think our family is very aware of our current situation. We will not deceive ourselves and imagine that we are still stuck in the kind of life we ​​used to be."

"We're going to live a life worthy of ourselves."

The author has something to say: ①Josephine is Joe’s name, and Joe is his nickname.

② Same as above, Margaret is the first name, and Meg is the nickname.