Chapter 200: Trembling, **** male 9

"Little lady, are you selling this red bean cake?"
Just as Bailan cleaned up the stall and prepared to leave with the river, the first aunt who came to her to buy the red bean cake was folded back.
"Yes, my aunt, they are all sold out."
Bai Lan looked at the eye because she promised to go home and gave him a red bean cake. This is still a silly little fool, laughing and talking to the old lady.
"Oh, just for a while, how can I sell it out?"
The old lady sighed and slammed her feet.
"Auntie, is her red bean cake delicious?"
On the edge, the red bean cake that was originally sold in Bailan was expensive. The people who were not willing to buy looked at this old aunt and couldn’t help but feel the heart.
"It's delicious, it's better than Wufangzhai's red bean cake."
The old lady nodded. She originally heard the red bean cake sold by Bailan. She was not willing to buy it. It was because the little grandson was crying and eating, and she just bought a piece to solve the problem. .
She asked the little grandson to take the red bean cake and then, with the little grandson, went to the place where the food vendors got together and bought the ingredients that they needed today. When they were preparing to go home, they asked a red bean cake casually. It’s delicious, I didn’t expect Xiao Sunsun to say that this red bean cake is more delicious than Wufangzhai.
At that time, the old lady did not believe it, because Wufangzhai is a famous pastry shop in the local area. It is said that the dim sum shop has already been opened to Fucheng. The local Daguan Xiangui will send the next person to the store to buy signature snacks and seasonal seasons. New product, she looks at the dress of the woman who sells the pastry, how can she make a red bean cake better than Wufangzhai?
The old lady did not resist the bite of a red bean cake in her hand, and was immediately impressed by its taste.
Red bean cake is a traditional pastry that looks simple and is actually difficult to do. The ingredients are not good, the cake is too soft or too hard, and the sugar is controlled. The too sweet red bean cake is easy to produce. The feeling of greasy taste, the sugar added is not enough cakes and it is very meager, without the essence of dessert.
It is very important to make a red bean cake. It is the feeling of the finished product. The old lady has done several red bean cakes herself, but it is because there are too many slags, and there is not enough stirring in the process of boiling red beans to cause red beans. The entrance to the cake was not good. She thought that the red bean cake of Wufangzhai had already made this traditional pastry to the extreme. After she tasted the red bean cake made by the farmer's little lady, she knew what it was called delicate and what was smooth.
In addition to the retained red bean granules, the rest of the cake can be opened with just a glimpse of the tongue, even the elderly who have lost some of her teeth can easily chew.
If I was not afraid of eating the red bean cake, I would cry the little grandson, and the old lady wanted to eat the red bean cake.
Now she is halfway back and wants to buy a few more red bean cakes to go home, so that the family can taste it, but I did not expect her to come late, for a while, those red bean cakes sold out.
"It's better than Wufangzhai's red bean cake!"
Although Wufangzhai's red bean cake is also a piece of three money, strictly speaking, the price of red bean cake sold by Bailan is still cheaper than Wufangzhai, because each piece of red bean cake she sells is more than the red bean cake sold by Wufangzhai. Thick, it looks bigger.
If the red bean cake sold by Bailan is better than the red bean cake sold by Wufangzhai, it would be a good deal.
"Will you come to the market tomorrow to sell red bean cakes?"
The old lady looked at Bai Lan and asked.
"Come, I will come over these days."
Bai Lan thought that the living mother in the field could still cope, and the income from selling cakes was much higher than that of farming. As long as the sales of the cakes were good, she would come to the market to sell the cakes for some time.
"Right, was it true that you said that buying more cheap prices?"
The old lady went on to ask.
"Well, a piece of cake has three pennies, three pieces of cake as long as eight pennies, six pieces of cakes and fifteen pieces, the more you buy, the cheaper the price."
When Bai Lan was in Houfu, she learned some common words and some arithmetic with the woman in charge of purchasing. Now she just used the skills she had learned in the past to sell cakes.
"I explained that the original three cakes need nine yuan. Now I only need eight articles. If you buy three red bean cakes, you can earn a penny. You can only buy five cakes in the original 15 texts. Now you can buy six. Block, equal to a piece of red bean cake, that is, earned three pennies."
Seeing the people on the side did not understand her meaning, Bai Lan told it in a more plain language.
She said that everyone would understand.
In particular, Bai Lan did not say how much to buy more when explaining, but used the word earned, so that everyone feels that buying more is making money, and more and more, it is more cost-effective to buy more than buy less.
"I knew that I just bought one more."
The person who originally bought two cakes was on the sidelines.
"Then you must remember to come tomorrow, when I buy a few more."
The people on the side said with a slap in the face that the red bean cake was quite resistant, and the cake was sent to relatives.
Bai Lan smiled happily, then packed up the good things, and drove the crowd away with the river.

"Ten, ten, ten... one hundred."
Jiang Miao's count is not good, and can't be very skilled in the number of two digits or more, so she has dozens of copper plates stacked, and one finger is licking one finger, when ten fingers are finished. At that time, the ten baht copper plates were piled up in one pile, which was one hundred yuan.
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...and thirty-seven, these are three hundred and thirty-seven."
Looking at the copper plate piled up in front of the hill, Jiang Miao's breathing became so fast that there was a feeling of being unable to breathe.
"How much money is it, is this red bean cake really so profitable?"
Jiang Miao's did not think that this red bean cake was so good to sell. In just one morning's effort, he earned more than 300 articles and removed the cost of raw materials. At least he earned two hundred and sixty-seven articles.
If it is ten days, add one more zero at the back, and add two zeros in one hundred days, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
"Call - call - call -"
Jiang Miao's dare not think about it anymore, because that number is a huge number that she can earn for most of her life.
"Lan, ah, this family depends on you. It is really a blessing for the mother to have such a daughter-in-law."
Economic status determines family status. Bailan can make money and earn big money. Jiang Miao naturally treats her differently.
"Mother, I think that in addition to the red bean cake, we can also do some other pastry sales. Anyway, the recipe that my aunt left for me is good, and it will not sell, and I wonder if the cake is good to sell, then we The three acres of land in the family also don't plant other crops. They use crops such as glutinous rice, sesame seeds, and red mung beans to make cakes, so that we can save money on ingredients."
It’s a good thing for the old lady to change her mind. In the belly of Bai Lan, her little niece is still squatting. If the niece is born at a time when the niece is born, her niece should be a small one according to the old lady’s superstition. Fuxing, in this way, the status of prostitutes at home will also increase, although it may not be as good as the status of Jiangliu and his son's big tiger in the old lady's heart, but at least more than the granddaughter of the big house and two rooms are valued by the old lady.
"Well, listen to you."
Jiang Miao's nodded again and again, anyway, mung bean red beans are also good things, many cakes are collected, even if they do not make cakes, do not have to worry about not selling.
It is these crops that are troublesome to serve, but the old lady is now trying to make money for her son to see the madness. There is a passion that can be used in the field. Even if the crops are expensive, it will not be difficult for her.
"Since I was separated, I didn't buy meat at home. Laner, you go to Zhu Dahu in the village to buy a small piece of pork and come back. Let's eat pork stewed noodles later."
Jiang Miao's 20 pieces of copper were taken from the hundreds of pennies, and the daughter-in-law went to the butchers at the village to buy a piece of meat to come back.
The eyes of the whole family, because of the good craftsmanship of the daughter-in-law, have finally run, and the old lady is also rare and generous.
"Good mother."
Bai Lan smiled and took the 20-character money. Since she returned to this era, she has not eaten a bite of meat. At this time, she also has some flesh.
Moreover, Bai Lan heard that the mother was eating well, and the child in the stomach could raise her. The daughter bamboo flower was thinner than her peers from a young age. Bai Lan felt that it was because she was too laborious when she was carrying the child. I have already thought about it. This time I have to take good care of my daughter's bamboo flower. The so-called good care, naturally began from the time of pregnancy.

"When you are home, what do you say about these three rooms?"
The familiar scent once again floated from the next door, Xu Xiaocao angrily put down the chopsticks and asked dissatisfied at the river.
"I didn't know what I did yesterday afternoon. The plum blossoms were crying and noisy. I went to Zhu Dahu to buy pork at noon today. The taste of the pork stewed noodles in the pot of cabbage has provoked both of you to scream for meat. Now, I have dinner, and I don’t want to stop. The smell that I heard yesterday afternoon appeared again."
Xu Xiaocao couldn't understand, although the three rooms were the most good things when they were separated, they can be seen clearly. The future days must be the worst of the three rooms.
Because the three rooms have no labor, Jiangjia three-bedroom only two men, Jiangliu is not a thing, Jiang Dahu is only two and a half years old, he can work in the lower ground to support the portal for at least ten years, these years on the white orchid And Jiang Miao's two women support.
If the river can repent, the days of the three-bedroom can also flourish, but the river is not a stupid head, according to the days after the Jiang family should be bleak, it is right.
But in the kitchens of these three-bedrooms, the smell of food has not been broken, and the cakes and meats are much better than the ones before.
It is hard for Xu Xiaocao not to doubt whether Jiang Miao’s family was private when he was separated. In fact, Jiang’s family is far more than they imagined, and that part of the things are all cheaper.
It can be calculated carefully. How much money the family earned in these years? There are also a lot of things in Xu Xiaocao's heart. Even if the mother-in-law Jiang Miao's interception part, it will not go there, at least not enough to support the three rooms to eat well.
"In the morning, someone saw the younger siblings go to the town with their third child, picking things up, as if they were going to sell things."
Jiang Hai also has some unreasonable feelings. He has always felt that he is the most capable of the three brothers. Now the life of the three rooms is more moist than him, which makes his heart very unpleasant.
"What to sell? What else is there to sell in the three rooms?"
Before the river fell to his head, in order to take him to the city to see the disease, Jiang Miao's sold several old hens who were laying eggs. Now, in addition to the house and the field, the house can be worth anything.
"I don't know, you stay at home every day, can't you ask."
Jiang Hai thinks that the sourness of the three-bedroom life is likely to be related to the things that the third-year-old wife took to sell in the town.
"I haven't been idle this day. I will cook for you." The chickens and ducks at home are fed by me. How many pigs do you have to eat each day after the separation? Do you know? Do you think I will not work?"
Xu Xiaocao felt that his credit was obliterated, so he explained it with injustice.
"I didn't say that you didn't work, but you still live under one roof. There is something moving there. You should pay more attention to it."
Jiang Hai didn't want to quarrel with Xu Xiaocao. He was afraid of being embarrassed by the second-old girl next door.
"I will notice later."
Jiang Hai said soft words, Xu Xiaocao is not angry.
When she saw it, she said that she would stare at the three rooms to see if they had any money to buy or sell.

Since the first sale of pastries to taste the sweetness, Bai Lan will make some cakes every day and go to the town early in the morning. Of course, she will not forget to bring her own living sign.
In addition to picking things, the river does not need to do anything. He just sits on the side of the stall and then holds a piece of white orchid for his pastry. It is delicious to eat.
The beautiful little lady selling tofu is called tofu Shih Tzu, and his live signboard at this pastry stall must also be accompanied by a pastry Pan An's nickname.
Because he realized the ability of Jiangliu to bring goods, Bailan was not jealous of him when selling cakes. Usually, one morning, Jiangliu could eat three or four cakes.
The raw materials used by Bailan are good, and the flour is white sugar. After a while, the river is a little fat, and it looks more white and tender.
The well-behaved and chubby silly boy likes the old ladies, and the majority of the people who come out to buy food are also old-aged ladies. They are particularly happy to patronize Bailan’s business, especially knowing that Jiangliu’s brain is not good, the whole family is When Bai Lan is supported by this business, he is more willing to take care of their business.
In addition to the tight-selling red bean cake, this day, Bailan has launched a new product - honeycomb cake.
This is the craft that Bailan learned from the chef who came from a south side of Houfu. The honeycomb cake is also known as the gold cake. The raw material is cassava coconut milk and eggs. The whole gold is golden, so it has the reputation of gold cake.
It was only in that world that Bailan knew that there was such a pastry, so when she introduced this new pastry, the old customers had never tasted it, and few people were willing to pay for it.
For this reason, today's cakes are sold more slowly than usual, and when the red bean cakes are sold out, the gold cake still has more than half of it.
"Women, eat."
Jiangliu tore a piece of gold cake and handed it to Bailan's mouth. He was still blaming himself for launching a new pastry. Some of the new Bailan was smashing. She didn't think that one day she could eat the food that Jiangliu took to her mouth.
This man has always been selfish. If there is any good thing, I think of myself for the first time. Then Meng Mengniang and his traitor, and their own children and a pair of children are in a low position in his heart. Bai Lan always feels that Jiang Liu would rather not need him. Throw things away, and they are not willing to cheaper their mother and child.
"Eat, the cake is delicious."
Seeing that Bai Lan didn't open his mouth, Jiang Liu pushed the pastry in his hand forward and almost reached the mouth of Bai Lan.
Bailan subconsciously opened his mouth and put the piece of gold cake into his mouth.
Her craft is naturally nothing to say. The unique toughness of the golden cake is different from the traditional cakes, but the taste is different. When I made the pastry last night, Bailan also tasted the taste of the golden cake, but the golden cake in the mouth and yesterday. In the evening she tasted a little different and seemed to be sweeter.
Bai Lan blinked and took a deep breath.
She told herself that she can't be soft and can't be soft!
Even if the current river is good, then what time, when he is awake, he will return to the wolf-hearted dog, the ruthless and unbelievable beast, and now she is soft on Jiangliu, when she will feel heartache.
Bai Lan thought, she was not in a good position, nor could she fall twice in the same man.
"The daughter-in-law said, "I want to be good to my wife, and Fusheng is screaming."
These days, Bai Bailan and Jiang Dahu’s education is still quite effective. The children of four or five-year-old IQ are what adults teach, and what they learn. Bai Lan and Jiang Dahu educate him as a husband to love his wife. As a father, he has to take care of his children. The behavior is the same as they were educated before, he is sharing what he feels good with his wife.
"Hey, hey."
Bai Lan perfuse him with a sentence, and then his eyes are empty, and he can't help thinking if she is too harsh on this little fool. It is not that he is the one who does the wrong thing.
Perhaps in order to escape this problem, Bai Lan shook his head and refocused his attention on the gold cake that had not been sold out. Suddenly, Fu Zhi Ling Xin, Bai Lan thought of a good way.
Before Jiangliu fed her cakes, she was inspired. The reason why old customers are not willing to buy gold cakes is because they have never tasted such cakes before. I am afraid that the cakes are not good. If you buy them, you will spend money.
In this case, why didn't she cut one of the golden cakes into smaller pieces and let those regular customers taste it?
Bai Lan is confident in her craft. She feels that as long as everyone tastes the taste of the gold cake, at least six or seven of the ten are willing to buy.
No one will refuse to try things that don't cost money. In Bai Lan's sipping, many people are surrounded and taste the golden cake.
Soon, the sales of the gold cakes opened, and Bai Lan was busy collecting money. Naturally, there was no effort to think about other things.
"Is that little woman robbing our family's business?"
Not far from the restaurant, several people sat by the window and pointed at Bailan.
"The business is not good. The little woman sells a single cake. Before that, she only sold red bean cake. Today, there is a kind of pastry. But I have never seen that kind of pastry for more than ten years. It is estimated that the lady. I have already researched it myself, and I have already asked someone to buy it. I will taste it later."
The person standing by the window is the manager of Wufangzhai, the biggest snack shop. He listened to the old patrons and said that their red bean cake did not have a market for a small woman to do delicious, so he paid attention to Bailan.
"How about the taste of the red bean cake, is it better than others say that it is better than what we sell in the store?"
It’s not that this management is too proud, but the red bean cakes of their homes are well-known. Many big families will come to their stores to buy red bean cakes and go back to entertain guests, so he doesn’t believe that a red bean cake made by a rural woman can Catch up with the craftsmanship that has been passed down from their centuries-old character.
"This……"
The pastry chef hesitated for a while.

It’s definitely better than what I sell in the store.

Although I don't want to admit it, it is true that his tongue can't lie to himself, and the reaction of diners can't fool people.
"Oh."
That is a strange thing, he pondered for a moment, this is not a small matter, he has to know with the owner, to know that their Wufangzhai is not a big one, there are still several old brands in Fucheng City and their Wufangzhai Competitive.
If one of them bought the red bean cake from the little woman, this will definitely hit the reputation of Wufangzhai.
After thinking about it, if he can buy the recipe of the red bean cake in the hands of the little woman, and then dedicate this recipe to the owner, so that the strength of Wufangzhai will definitely be higher, and his management is naturally Wufang. The great hero of Zhai.
However, this matter can not be rushed, and the errands look to the side.
"Let's ask about the origins of the little woman."
He has to know the details of the other side to determine how much money he should pay for the square.
The man who ran the leg heard the order and stepped back, but Bai Lan, who finally bought the basket of gold cake, did not know that he was being stared.

"Jiang San's wife, and took Jiang San to the town?"
After a while, the villagers also knew what Bailan had to eat and go to sell in the town. Many people admire the Jiang family and marry a capable wife. I can think of a stupid river, and this envy is much less.
"Ok."
Bai Lan’s greetings are different from the original. Her reputation in the village is very good. Now she has lost her heart and madness. She still does not leave her. She will bring the stupid man around her day and night. For a time, Bai Lan’s reputation is better.
Everyone felt that she was wronged and married a man like Jiang Liu.
Meng Jiao Niang stood not far away, watching the river flow like a child, and followed the Bailan, and the flower in her hand became a flower juice.
"Humph!"
Meng Jiao Niang cold face, leaving the flowers in her hand, then twisted her to leave.
"What is she swearing, and she is not what she is. Compared with Jiang San's wife, she is far away."
"That is, Jiang Sanqi's life is not good, Jiang San's people should let Meng Jiao Niang and him be together, and the two people are harmed by each other."
The people on the side only when Meng Jiao Niang does not like to listen to everyone praise, after she walked away, watching her back scornfully said.
These Meng Jiao Niang can not hear, she rushed back to her house, opened the closet and pulled out a delicate little scorpion from inside, opened the scorpion and took out a pickled plum from the inside, which was pressed Live the sour water in her stomach.
"Who is this irritating you?"
A man hugged her behind her, both hands wandering around her uncomfortably, and the lower part was still holding Meng Jiao Niang's ass, a little bit of a move.
"Who is bothering me? Who are you bothering me!"
Meng Jiao Niang was suddenly jumped out of the man who suddenly appeared, and relaxed after hearing the familiar voice. She snorted, patted the man's hand, twisted and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You don't say how I know who is bothering you."
Jiang Dezhu is not angry, sitting happily on the side of Meng Jiao Niang, can't wait to untie Meng Jiao Niang's clothes button.
"Good guy, I want to die my brother. These days I am in the field, thinking about your little goblin day and night."
Jiang Dezhu is the second son of Changjiang Youcai in Jiangjiacun Village. He is a rare person in the village. When he was young, he made some money to buy a small shop in the town, specializing in selling groceries, and later smashed the next door. The youngest daughter of the boss is the greatest pride of Jiang Youcai compared to his two brothers who are still eating in the ground.
Usually Jiang Dezhu lived in the town, and occasionally he went to the field because of the purchase. He rarely returned to the village, so others did not know that he had already been good with Meng Jiao Niang.
Jiang Dezhu did not dare to let others know, because his wife’s family had power, not only had more money than him, but his mother-in-law’s younger brother was still catching up with the Tuen Mun. It’s a bit of an official relationship. Therefore, Jiang Dezhu is somewhat afraid, even if he is a little at home, he can’t take it. Na small.
"Don't touch me, I am pregnant."
Meng Jiao Niang once again took the hand of Jiang Dezhu.
"Pregnant, who?"
Jiang Dezhu stood up and looked up at Meng Jiao Niang with wide eyes.
"Of course it is yours."
When I heard such a question, Meng Jiao Niang was very angry. "Since I have been with you, have you had other men? Is it that I am such a woman in the heart?"
This is the truth, because Jiang Dezhu is very savvy and can meet the needs of Meng Jiao Niang's life, so in the past few months, Meng Jiao Niang has not been better than other men.
At most, it is a touch of the hand, touching the buttocks, and it is cheaper. Therefore, Meng Jiao Niang can determine that the child in her stomach is Jiang Dezhu.
"That was not what I meant."
Having said that, Jiang Dezhu still feels a little bit unbelievable.
Besides, he has children, and there is no shortage of this unidentified child in Meng Jiao Niang’s stomach.
"This child can't stay."
Jiang Dezhu looked at Meng Jiao Niang’s stomach in a secluded manner. He could play with Meng Jiao Niang, but he would never let such a woman enter the gate of his Jiang family. Besides, there is a tigress at home. Where can he dare? Let the other party know the existence of Meng Jiao Niang.
"I know that you have your embarrassment, so I have never thought of letting you do it."
Meng Jiao Niang whispered, her age is not small, and many women of her age are two or three children's mother, Meng Jiao Niang also understands that the skin of the meat is not long, she also has to A child, for her endowment.
Therefore, Meng Jiao Niang does not want to get rid of this child in her stomach. She wants to find a shackle for her child. At the same time, she is sure to get compensation from Jiang Dezhu.
The child chosen by Meng Jiao Niang is the original.
She has been observing the men in the village for a long time, and the river is the most suitable for her conditions.
First of all, Jiangliu was favored. Most of Jiang’s family members were given to him. Secondly, Jiang’s brain was dull enough. She was sure to let Jiangliu’s love and not know. The last and most important point is that This man is obsessed with her enough.
Meng Jiao Niang knows her reputation is not good, many men are willing to play with her but do not want to marry her, but the river is different, he likes him, and believe that her bad reputation is from women, they are With this in mind, Meng Jiao Niang has the confidence to seize the heart of the river, so that he can give her a request.
It’s a pity that the plan couldn’t keep up with the changes. Before she and Jiang’s reaction, the man fell his brain and became a fool.
"Gian Niang, I have suffered you."
Jiang Dezhu could not help but hear Meng Mengniang not letting her enter her door.
"Right, I remember Jiang San was stupid shortly before."
Jiang Dezhu came to the village a few times, but the river fell into a silly head, and he was also heard when he was a four-year-old child.
"Yeah, he is stupid now, I can't always let a fool be the embarrassment of our children."
Meng Jiaoyan sighed. After another month or two, her stomach could not be hidden. In such a short time, she went to find a stock for her son.
"Silly is stupid."
Unlike Meng Jiao Niang’s disappointment, Jiang Dezhu feels that the stupid river is the best shield.
Think about it carefully, what a fool can do, he is afraid that even the difference between a woman and a man is unclear. If Meng Jiaoniang can really marry Jiang, it is convenient for him and Meng Jiaoniang to steal love. And the river is so stupid, it is entirely possible for him to put the door when they are officers, so that you don't have to worry about other people's doubts.
Jiang Dezhu said his plan to Meng Jiao Niang.
"If your stomach is really my son, you can rest assured that I will never treat you badly. Besides, is there a better candidate than Jiang San? Now he is a fool, you said the child in your stomach. It’s his, who can explain it to him, I’m afraid he can’t tell.

Jiang Dezhu tried to convince Meng Jiao Niang.
"but--"
Meng Jiao Niang has some changes, but if she does, then she will not be exposed when the river is awake.
"What are you afraid of, and it is so easy to lose heart and madness."
Jiang Dezhu has a lot of knowledge, he has never heard of the madness and can be cured.
"Think about our children."
Jiang Dezhu touched Meng Jiao Niang's stomach. Without prejudice to his stable life, if Meng Jiao Niang is really his child, he still wants to love this child.
"it is good."
Meng Jiao Niang was convinced.
Yes, she was going to climb the bed of the river and push the child in his stomach to him.
Now that Jiangliu has become a fool, she said that she has had a head and tail with Jiangliu, saying that the child in her stomach is a river, and who can refute it.
To blame, the river is stupid, stupid, and now more stupid.

In the evening of the same day, when the people who worked in the field came home, Meng Jiao Niang appeared outside the courtyard of Jiangjia, and looked at the people in the yard with tears.
Jiang Hai and Jiang Hu came back with a hoe, and saw Meng Jia Niang’s heart in this state of mind.
Jianghai/Jianghu is unlucky!
The brothers looked at each other and this was the only thought in their mind at the moment.