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He Zijun listened and said, "is three days enough? Sister, don't you want to go to the shop? "

Yang Xinyu thought of the agreement with Lengdong and said, "I'll go to the county in the afternoon and Xu Lengzhi in the morning. It's enough for them to go."

Anyway, now that there is a carriage at home, Baiyunshan said before she left that she would come to pick you up early tomorrow morning. She only had to finish her appointment with Su Xigui and teach the soldiers to farm every afternoon.

Although the field has 100 mu, but the number of soldiers is large, I believe it will not take seven days to complete.

Believing Yang Xinyu's decision, he Zijun nodded and said, "then I'll speed up the jam making and try to make it a hundred catties a day earlier."

Yang Xinyu remembered what he said and said, "you've heard what my aunt said just now. There will be two new people coming home tomorrow, and then you'll have to assign work to everyone."

Another reason for her insistence on going in the afternoon is that, as the owner, she wants to see how the two behave.

He Zijun said blankly, "aren't you at home this morning, elder sister?"

Yang Xinyu knocked on his forehead and said helplessly, "who said that we should be independent? After the shop opens, I'm afraid it will be even busier. In the future, the jam business will be handled by you. "

He Zijun was stunned at first, then hesitated on his face and said, "but I don't know Can I Do a good job. "

His mouth is not as eloquent as his sister-in-law, and his brain is not as lively as his sister-in-law. He has no confidence in himself.

Yang Xinyu squatted down and said, "brother, you can do it. You can do it with a Ying and a Sheng now. Isn't it just two more people?"

Seeing that he Zijun's eyes brightened, she continued, "after two more people, you can distribute the work equally, so that everyone is responsible for a part, which will be more efficient than before."

"Average distribution?" He Zijun murmured, and then thought of something. He thought quickly, "there are four steps to make jam: go to the orchard to pick the fruit, wash the fruit, peel and cut it into pieces, and then boil and bottle it. Sister, do you mean to divide the three pieces apart from the boiling into equal shares? "

"That's it. We can do the other three steps together, but the most crucial step is for you to do it." Yang Xinyu doesn't think he Zijun is stupid. He Zijun can understand her meaning with just a few words. He is a very talented person.

Then cooking is the most important part. If the amount of materials is less, the taste will be very different. Yang Xinyu doesn't think other people can do it well.

Compared with what he just looked like, he Zijun was full of energy. "I know, sister, you can rest assured to study pickles. But what are you going to do after you make the pickles into finished products? Will this open the shop? "

On this point, Yang Xinyu has not yet thought about it. If it opens in three days, she always feels that there is something missing. "I'll wait for three days, and I'll make pickles."

The pig head bought in the morning is still in the basket. Yang Xinyu takes out the boiled pig head, and then cooks a pot of water, flavored wine, cinnamon, Chinese prickly ash, ginger and dried pepper.

Then she made a pot, poured the oil into it, and heated the sugar over a low heat, which was a bit like making ice sugar gourd.

To be boiled into a brown sugar, the pig head under the pot, positive and negative staining evenly.

At this time, the boiling water also boils, the pig head cooks the soup pot, and the sugar soup in the wok is poured into the wok.

Because the pig's head has been cooked in advance, it only needs a period of time on high fire, taste the salt, add salt properly, and then cook slowly on low fire.

Cook to use chopsticks poke pig head, can easily poke, can put pig head out of the pot.

Yang Xinyu is not sure whether it is delicious or not. She only put half of the pig's head in. This time, she fished out the pig's head to cool and cut a large plate.

Then he Zijun waved to him and said, "brother, come and have a taste."

He Zijun is bottling jam. As soon as he hears her voice, he quickly puts down the porcelain bottle and runs to Yang Xinyu.

"I'll try it." He picked up chopsticks and chewed a piece of pig's head.

Yang Xinyu looked forward and said, "how about it?"

"Well..." He Zijun didn't know what to say.

If the taste is bad, the meat will melt in the mouth, which is better than braised meat.

But if you say it tastes good, you always think it's a little bit worse.

He Zijun also picked up a piece and sent it to Yang Xinyu to say, "elder sister, you also have a taste."

Yang Xinyu doesn't have the habit of tasting her own dishes. This is her first time to try her own dishes.

Pig head meat is tasty, fragrant but not greasy and elastic.

But the pig head meat she made is fragrant but not greasy, but the meat tastes rotten and has no elasticity at all.

Yang Xinyu said with a frustrated face, "failed, brother. This is tomorrow's lunch."

He Zijun whispered, "I think it's very good, but it's too sweet, but Baogang must like it."

When it comes to Baogang, Yang Xinyu remembers that she promised Zhao Baogang to make sugar gourd, and almost forgot all about it."Brother, but there are extra hawthorn. I forgot to make sugar gourd for Baogang."

But he Zijun said with a smile, "of course, I specially left it for you. If you do it, I will send it to Baogang tomorrow."

Yang Xinyu was stunned and asked, "won't Bao just come here tomorrow?"

He Zijun shook his head and said, "elder sister, how can you forget that brother Xu is going to go with us to the county town? Who else can teach us to read?"

As soon as Yang Xinyu patted his forehead, he said helplessly, "look at my memory, I've forgotten it. No wonder I didn't see Baogang today."

After finishing the sugar gourd, it was midnight, and he Zijun was asleep on the table.

Yang Xinyu carefully took him back to the house, then put out the oil lamp and went back to his house.

At this time, anlinguan, which is thousands of miles away, is also covered by darkness.

Su Xigui felt the night and swished into Wang Yang's study.

There is a small window on the roof, through which night light can shine into the house, and the furnishings can be seen clearly.

Wei Wuxian was just outside the door. Su Xigui didn't have to worry about it. He carefully checked around.

The room is about 60 square meters, with bookshelves lined up on the right side of the room. On the left side is a wooden table with a piece of white paper on it.

All around the room are full of calligraphy and paintings, some of them are pictures of ladies, some of them are landscape paintings with poems. I can't see that Wang Yang has such taste.

Then the pen holder on the wooden table attracted Su Xigui's attention.

The penholder looked very old. It contained a roll of bamboo tube, which was out of place with the furnishings of the house.

Su Xigui went over and wanted to take a look at the bamboo tube.