The Pastoral Residence of the Down and Out Young Master

When the corn is tender, whether it is boiled or baked, it is fragrant and sweet. Moji especially likes this, especially the corn cake. It is also easy to make. It is to cook fresh corn kernels with sugar water It is made into cakes with ghee flour and fried.Because Moji likes to eat this, he and Mo also specially learned how to make it.

In order to change his status in this family, Moji decided to provide a way to make money. Didn't he see that the shortbread sold by the county government was very popular? He believed that his cornbread would also be popular.

But I didn't expect him to be hit by Zhao Tianna, "You treat it as a business, and the tender corn is only for a few days. Do you think we can build an ice cellar just to store a few corns?"

"Then we can sell it for as long as we can, and count as much as we earn." Moji was naturally not convinced.

"It counts as much as you earn. Do you know how much ghee and white sugar cost a catty? You are not corn cakes, you are gold cakes. You have eaten your teeth. How can ordinary people afford them? How can they afford this?" How can you buy this kind of thing at a stall at such a high price.”

Zhao Tian tapped his ink-stained forehead, and continued, "You just need to save yourself some trouble. Now that there are too many chickens and eggs to eat, go find a jar to marinate them, and cook them for dinner when the autumn harvest is busy."

How could Moji know how to pickle salted eggs? He didn’t want to talk after being laughed at by Zhao Tian just now, so he knew the price of sugar and ghee, and it was worth it. He also pickled salted eggs and pickled birds.

Ever since Moji ran away from home, although he was still a little afraid of Zhao Tian, ​​he still dared to take revenge once in a while. Mo Mo said that this was a courageous rhythm, and he himself found that Zhao Tian looked at him with more and more terrifying eyes. To be on the safe side, he planned to do a good job of pickling the salted eggs this time.

There are jars ready-made, and the small pot for pickling pickles happens to be empty, but the question is how to make the water well, is it just salt mixed with water, let's ask and get it.

But who to ask has become a difficult problem. You can ask Zhao Tian, ​​he really doesn't want to have this contact with him. Isn't it a joke to ask outsiders? Look, who can't even pickle a salted egg.

After thinking about it, Moji asked Mo to go to Shitou's house. Shitou's father was a widow at home, and rarely had contact with the villagers, and he didn't talk much, which was just right.

Now the condition of my family is much better, and Shitou’s family is in a difficult situation. When Moji and Moji went, they brought a few eggs. Shitou’s father didn’t shirk, and just accepted it, which made Moji very happy. It turns out that the custom here It's like this, don't be polite, then he won't refuse other people's things in the future.

Daddy Shito put down the eggs and explained to the two of them how to pickle salted eggs.

Moji listened to it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, "If I don't care what it tastes like, is an egg marinated in boiled salt water a salted egg?"

Daddy Shitou sighed after hearing this, "It's supposed to be like this, but I haven't seen anyone do it like that. Isn't it all because of the delicious taste of such expensive things?"

Moji thought, it would be nice if he could keep this salted egg from turning into a rotten egg.

Daddy Shitou saw that the child didn't seem capable of doing anything, so he said to Mo Mo, "You should remember clearly, what to put first and what to put next, the order can't be wrong."

Mo Mo replied, "I remember it, but I don't know if it can be fixed."

"There is a first time for everything, just be careful."

When Mo Ji and Mo Mo returned home, Zhao Tian was tidying up the yard, saying that he would prepare it in advance, and when the corn was ripe, Mo Ji would not care what he was doing, and followed Mo Mo to the kitchen very honestly.

The two boiled the soup first, and put it in a basin to dry, and then washed the eggs.After the eggs were dry, they were put into small pots. At this time, the soup was almost warmed up, and it was just right to pour them into the small pots. Moji was very satisfied with the result.

Mo Mo said to Mo Mo while tidying up the kitchen, "I don't know how this thing is, but it's quite laborious to make it."

Moji doesn't care if he is delicious or not, "If it's delicious, let's eat more, if it's not delicious, let Zhao Tian solve it by himself, who told him to let us make this thing, but I smell good .”

"Young master, we don't drink soup. What's the use of this soup if it tastes good."

"That's true, but Mo Mo, what do you think we sell this salted egg?"

Mo Mo stroked his forehead and sighed, "Master, you won't be addicted to selling chickens, are you? Such a salted egg is not a new thing. Besides, even if you sell this, you have to participate in other things. Look, who in our family is like a capable person?" business man?"

Mo Ji said, "You look like it."

"Farewell soon. I'm too busy with so many things at home. I don't have time to do business. Besides, the conditions are getting better and better, so don't think about anything else, unless you don't want these poultry at home."

Mo Ji thought that it would be impossible to get rid of the family. They only raised chickens to feed rabbits this year. Everyone in the village envied them. It would be a pity to throw them away, but they couldn't help but envy those who did business, "Then we will have money in the future, I will definitely Be the boss."

Mo Mo was puzzled when he heard this, "I said, young master, you were not interested in such a big industry in the mansion before, so why did you become interested in being a peddler?"

"It's a question of status. I can't be afraid of him unless I'm stronger than Zhao Tian. I can't compare to him in farming. After all, I started a few years later than him. But doing business is different. You see, my father used to be like this. Great, I'm sure it's good too."

Mo Mo had a headache when he heard that, if you are really powerful, how could such a huge industry be copied for no reason? If you really do business, how much money would you have to save to be enough for Mo Mo to prodigal?

But fortunately there is his brother, let others worry about the young master, he is so glad that he is just a servant.