C11

The bun house at the entrance of Qinglu Village Village was old. I heard that the owner of the bun house had been selling bun bags with his father since he was young. His grandson was already born. His family's steamed bun was the best.

A simple filling cost one coin, while a meat stuffing cost three coins.

Vegetarian in the cucumber eggplant powder strips squash leek mushrooms, meat filling only pork onions.

They were both made of white bread, but it couldn't cover up his smooth and exquisite skin. No matter how much the filling was mixed with the seasoning, it couldn't bring out the delicious flavor of his house.

"But we all ate in the morning, don't forget, you even ate a meal back in the cage." Hemai laughed.

Shan Cao scratched her head in embarrassment and laughed, "But steamed buns are so big, how much appetite can they have? Hemai, eat it, it just so happens that you are one on one! "

Although Linn Hemai knew that the steamed bun was delicious, she did not have the mood to worry about the food. She could only comfort her and tell Shan Cao not to worry, they first went to the grocery store to buy something.

Thus, the two of them entered the grocery store one after the other.

Although it was said to be a grocery store, it was, after all, a place where people from Xiaoqing Village and the Xiaoqing Village bought goods everyday. The grocery store was located in a courtyard, and from the courtyard to two adobe rooms, there were daily necessities for people to choose from.

After Hemai entered the store, she went straight to the side of the seasoning and picked out the daily nectar, vinegar, tea and other things.

The salt was gone, and the egg pancakes from the morning before were the old lady's fried sauce and a little in the egg paste. The baked egg pancakes were salty and delicious. Hemai used some oily paper bundles to support them for half a month.

The oil was from the pork meat Yang Liulang delivered to them yesterday, the oil was still on the stove, but the lard was not enough, for the past few days, he had been having a hard time eating it all.

There was a meat stall in the shop, and since the price was much higher than when it was at the market, no one came to buy it, but there were still seven or eight days until the next auction. Hemai wanted the old lady to eat something good, so she asked for the price of the pork.

The boss of the pork stall ignored the question. Seeing that the one asking was a young girl, he lazily pointed out the price of each item.

The part that could produce lard was called pan-oil. This thing cost nine copper coins per catty, the pork meat cost twelve copper coins per catty, and the fat was mixed with each other. When he went home, he would take some spicy seeds to stir-fry and it would be a great place to satisfy his craving.

Hemai calculated, a jin of plate oil could probably refine half a jin of lard, thus she weighed 4 jin of plate oil and 1 jin of streaky pork.

Yesterday, the piece of meat that Yang Liulang sent over had been cut in half by Mrs Zhao's dark heart, and this morning, she had fried some more, so she did not have much left over. Thinking about it, Hemai simply added another jin of Five Flower Meat, and paid a total of 60 copper coins.

Hemai also bought two pairs of wooden chopsticks, which were the cheapest kind of chopsticks, one pennies and two pairs of chopsticks. They were extremely cheap, and the most expensive one cost fifteen cents a pair, so she didn't have the money to buy those expensive chopsticks.

Hemai remembered that there were still some teacup, tea bowls and the like inside the grocery store. Some of the rough ceramic bowls the grandfather and granddaughter pair used had already been cut open, and she had to be careful not to pull them up to the corners of her mouth when eating. It was really uncomfortable.

Shan Cao helped her carry the plate oil and streaky pork that she had bought, and looked left and right, then said: "Hemai, didn't you say that you haven't eaten dumplings in a long time? Do you want me to call it a white face? "

This white flour was unloaded by the workers when the two of them first came in. The fragrant wheat flour was poured out of the sack and the owner was very careful not to let the white flour gather any dust as he looked after it.

"The winter wheat is coming down. This is new wheat. Little girl, weigh two catties?" The owner asked with a smile.

Hemai also felt envious seeing that white face. She had only eaten dumplings once on the way back to Xiaoqing Village with Linn Changjun. She had a very deep impression of that dumpling.

The stuffing was thin, but once it was bitten, a puddle of oily liquid flowed out …

Despite being greedy, Linn Hemai still shook her head: "No, I'm not going to eat buns later. I won't buy the wheat noodles first. "

This grocery store was much more expensive than the market time in town, so she could only bear it and go to the market in a few days to buy more.

On the other hand, Hemai hadn't eaten rice for a long time, hence she couldn't resist the temptation of the crystal clear rice grain and weighed two kilograms of rice.

Hemai had pretty much bought everything she wanted to buy today. She paid the shopkeeper a total of thirty-five copper coins, including the salt, bamboo chopsticks, coarse clay bowls, and white rice.

She did bring a silver tael, and after paying for the meat and groceries, there was still quite a bit left. But she had something else to ask.

"Boss, how much do you sell the stones here?"

The boss accepted the silver and was about to turn around and leave when he saw Hemai asking him. He smiled: "Little miss, do you want to build a house or what?"

"I want to make a simple repair. The roof is leaking, so I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in this rainy season. as long as it is repaired without leaking rain. " Hemai said.

Seeing her say that, Shan Cao tugged her and said softly: Hemai, how expensive is it to buy the stones from outside?! Won't it be fine if I rush my brother over and get two helpers to cover the thatched cottage with some straw to mend it? "

Hemai hesitated for a moment, then replied: "But that thatched cottage has been in disrepair for a long time, so I'm afraid it isn't appropriate to just make up for it. I still have to buy some stone to repair it. "

The grocer said, "Stones are not only for sale, they are also just to make up for the roof – the thatched roof is still the yellow roof, or the roof is still made of brick and tile. Different stones, in addition to the workers' wages, are all calculated in this way."

"How much is the brick roof?" Hemai asked.

"How many rooms?"

"Only one."

The owner was taken aback. "Only one?" "That's not much silver, just a roof made of green brick. It's very sturdy, and the workers can finish it in less than a day. It will take five or six silver taels."

Oh, so many! Hemai couldn't help but be a little surprised in her heart.

The boss didn't notice the change in her expression and instead said in a considerate manner, "Girl, if you want to repair the roof, it should be faster. After you repair the roof, you need to dry it properly for a few days." "After a few days of continuous spring rain, if the roof becomes moldy, it will be very difficult to clean it."

Hemai nodded her head to express her gratitude: "Alright, I understand. If you want to repair the roof, then come and bother Uncle Zhang."

After bidding farewell to the couple in the shop, Hemai left the shop while sighing.

Shan Cao saw through her thoughts and said softly, "What are you worrying about? I told you how expensive it is! As for the five taels of silver, how much do the farmers get from farming every year? "Don't worry about looking for workers to repair the roof. I'll tell my brother to come over and help when we get back."