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Although it was already shocking enough, when the lady brought Old Liao and Qiao Ke home, she went to the storehouse and took out a jar. The jar was sealed with mud, but even so, Old Liao could still smell the aroma of wine, "What's this?"

"It's not something precious, it's the rotten milk that I told you all." The cute girl said with a face full of smiles.

It was a coincidence that when she cooked for the helpers that day, she wanted to cook something without stir-frying. Other than the pickled vegetables, the nanny could only think of tofu milk, which was also quite easy to make. She had what she needed at home, and even if there was nothing else, it would not affect the taste of tofu milk.

Old Liao stuck out his head and wanted to see what was inside the jar. Autumn Flower brought out a clean bowl, and the lady used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of fermented milk and placed it inside the bowl. She then gave each of them a pair of chopsticks, "Taste it first, then we'll see what's inside."

If you want to eat it with a piece of rice bun, then you can add more salt to it." "" If you want to eat it with a piece of rice bun, then you can also eat it with some salt. "" "" "If you want to eat it with a piece of rice bun, then you can also eat it with a bit of salt.

After eating one piece, Old Liao put down his chopsticks and looked reluctantly at the jar. He felt a little sorry for his son for not coming out with them today and actually missing out on such a delicacy.

As Qiao Ke was talking to Jiao Niang, Old Liao started sizing up Jiao Niang's little courtyard. It was a very normal village house, but the small courtyard was paved with limestone slabs. On the west side was a garden, and the vegetables and beans were all very long. There was a large peach tree in the courtyard, and there was even a frame on the west side. All in all, it was clean and tidy, just like a lady's style.

It was getting dark. Old Liao was happily preparing to go home with the tofu recipe written by the lady in his arms. He also took out a small jar of rancid milk from the jar and happily went home with the girl in his arms.

"How much do you think this can sell for?" Old Liao walked on the path in the village, worried about what he and his son would do if the milk was too expensive.

"It's definitely not cheap." Choco answered.

"If you sell this wine, how much would you have to sell to buy a can? "Not to mention that I can't sell alcohol in the future. If I were to sell tofu, I probably won't be able to buy a can until my waist is worn out." Old Liao shook his head and laughed, "This little girl is also a ghost. You can't see and touch her while drawing a big cake, but you can still see some hope. Do you think what she said can be true?"

The coachman was waiting at the village entrance. When he saw the two of them, he hurriedly greeted them, "Boss Liao, Boss Qiao, it's getting late. Let's go back quickly!"

The two of them sat in the carriage on the way back. Old Liao lifted the curtain and looked outside, "I wonder when this road will be repaired. If it's repaired, the carriage would probably run really fast."

"Even if it is repaired, the horseshoe nail must be repaired frequently. The road is too hard!" This was the first time he had seen such a road, and it was extremely rare. He would definitely spread it out when he returned later.

A mysterious wind blew in the county, which was that no matter rich or poor, they all wanted to go to the Lin Family Village to have a look at that "white road." They heard that the road was as hard as stone, but the road was very smooth.

It's fine if you say it like that, but of course there are people who don't believe that there is such a magical road in this world." They both had a bad temper and usually did not have any business, so they just strolled around the county town. If they were angry, they might as well make a bet and see if the road was that magical, so the two foppish boys rode their donkeys to Lin Village.

The Lin Family Village was a remote village with no specialties. Every year, other than the tax collection county, there would only be people who came. This was the first time it was so lively. In the hot summer, even if they ran all the way here, they would be all sweaty and thirsty. There were some quick-witted people who would place a large bowl of tea at the entrance of the village, it didn't matter how much money they earned or how much wine they could drink.

Since he had been busy recently at home, he couldn't make dumplings for Iron Egg and Orchid to sell. The weather was getting hot, and he wouldn't be able to make dumplings for a long time.

The soap was about the same in length and width, less than five centimeters, and was neatly placed on the table. Ye Xuan had made the table for Iron Egg to read to, and there were still leaves on the table and hemp rope on it. If someone came to buy the soap, they would leave the soap in the leaves and tie it with hemp rope.

The soap was not big, but the price was not low. If not for the 100 taels of silver that she had earned from selling the jam, she would not have dared to build the road right now. Even if she had the money on her, she did not plan to stay in the mountains to earn some money; if she could earn some money, she would have wanted to buy land in the county.

Iron Egg and Orchid didn't know the value of the soap, but Wang Plum Blossom had calculated it perfectly. If someone was jealous and took the soap away, Iron Egg wouldn't be able to find a place to cry, so she moved a stool over and sat behind Iron Egg to embroider flowers. It was very interesting to see people coming and going at the village entrance.

According to what the lady told him, he wrote letters to his dog friends, and also went on a sightseeing trip in Qingyuan County. Although he had been demoted to this place, his family was rich, and he was always very generous to a bastard like him, not to mention that every month he would be sent an emergency delivery of money from the capital.

He had been playing for half a month, but he still hadn't received any replies from his dog friends. He was sulking for a long time, and although Fu Shi disapproved of his son having fun, he didn't want his son to be unhappy at home, so he told him that the Chen family's daughter had created a new toy called the "White Mud", and that the White Mud was very mysterious. It paved the way with the sand, which was harder than stone, and was even smoother when walking on, it looked like a white cloud in the Heavenly Palace.

Floating Stone's eloquence was much better than those people who only knew how to "Aiyah, aiyah", and he was extremely moved by his words. Thinking about it, he had not come to the Lin Village for a long time, so he decided to take a stroll outside to see if the white road was that magical.

When he saw that the young master had regained his spirit, the pumice stone heaved a sigh of relief. It hurriedly went to prepare a carriage to escort its young master to take a look at that new item.

As for Uncle Liao, when he returned home, he gave his son some of the rotten milk. His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that his daughter really had some real ability, and after hearing his father blow her way through the world, his heart couldn't help but waver. The teacher said, "One cannot judge a book by its cover," but did he underestimate her?

On one hand, he had the right to participate in the decision when he returned to the West and the family property was owned by the Faction. In the event that he lost everything, Old Liao would not be scolded too harshly, and on the other hand, sending his son to study was not to say that he hoped that he would be able to rise to prominence in the future. Old Liao felt that winemaking was not a bad idea for him, and that his son would be able to take over the family business in the future.

Therefore, no matter what he did, he would always ask Qizong about it. Qizong had been in contact with this at such a young age, so he would always have his own thoughts whenever he looked at it.

"Since you've already said so, although I can't agree to it right now, when I'm resting, we can go to the Lin Family Village together and have a look. That road is as magical as you say it is."

Old Liao happily carried his son in his arms, knowing that his son would agree. There were too many unique points about the little girl. Just from her whimsical thoughts alone, Old Liao could tell a lot of ways to earn money, not to mention the rare chivalry in the little girl. On the way back, Old Liao was still hesitating about whether he should cooperate when Qiao Ke had already made preparations to go back and take inventory and follow the little lady.

Old Liao asked her why she was so confident. Qiao Ke said that if it wasn't for the little girl, her Qiao family restaurant would have collapsed long ago. So what if it failed?