A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

Leng Yan made a large amount, and used the same method to make wide noodles, which were then hung on ropes in the yard to dry, so that they could be stored for a long time.

Afterwards, Leng Yan and the workers in the workshop worked for five or six days in a row, making several thousand kilograms of vermicelli and wide noodles.

At the hot pot restaurant, after serving these two types of vermicelli as the staple food, Leng Yan also ordered a kind of spicy and sour vermicelli from Lengji snack shop.

This vermicelli has a different texture from noodles, is smoother and chewier, and is simply delicious. All diners who have tried it love it and it receives rave reviews!

Seeing that many diners liked it, Leng Yan later used a similar method to make rice noodles, which attracted another wave of diners who loved rice noodles.

There are two kinds of rice noodles, one is the common round noodles, and the other is flat.

These two kinds of noodles are delicious whether they are used to make soup noodles or stir-fried noodles or mixed noodles.

It didn’t take long for rice noodles and vermicelli to appear on the scene before they became an indispensable daily food for the people of Hulu Town, just like steamed buns, dumplings and rice.

Vermicelli is made from cassava and is cheaper, while rice noodles are made from rice and are more expensive.

The prices vary, so no matter how well off a person is in town, they still have to spend money to eat a bowl of noodles.

Early in the morning, the door of Lengji Snack Shop was already lined with diners.

"Hey, Zhang's wife, you didn't make breakfast today?"

A few women gathered in the crowd, chatting and gossiping while waiting in line.

"Yes, yes, you don't know, ever since I tried Lengji's mushroom sauce noodles, my kids have been clamoring to eat it every day, and even I dream of that taste every day!"

Zhang's wife swallowed her saliva and said, "How did you make this Leng Ji? There are so many foods, and the taste of each one is so delicious that it makes your tongue fall off!"

"Who says it's not true? My family lives in the alley behind Leng Ji. What wakes us up every day is not the rooster, but the aroma of food wafting from the Leng family. The smell is so delicious that it makes people's stomachs growl in their dreams!"

"Of course not. Anyway, my family doesn't cook for breakfast or lunch now, so we just come to Lengji to take away. The price is not expensive, and the food is satisfying and delicious. It's so comfortable!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Anyway, the masters at home are always dissatisfied and picky, and I am not willing to serve them. I can spend some money to eat to my satisfaction, saving time and effort!"

"Yes, anyway, Lengji Snack Shop has new products every now and then, so you will never get tired of eating them!"

The women gathered in groups of three or five, chatting about their daily life.

Meanwhile, Leng Yan, Old Man Leng, and Leng He from Leng Zhan Village had harnessed their ox carts and were preparing to go to the neighboring villages to purchase mushrooms.

The chopped pepper beef sauce that she had fried first made Leng Yan very greedy, and it made her itchy and she started thinking about frying some other sauces.

So when she was cleaning the utility room a few days ago, she saw two bags of dried mushrooms.

The fungi were all picked up in the mountains before, and they were dried and kept for the winter.

Thinking of delicious mushrooms, Leng Yan fried a mushroom sauce and mixed it with freshly made rice noodles. The rice noodles were so delicious that the whole family said they were delicious.

Later, this mixed mushroom noodle sold very well in the shop and was loved by many diners.

Therefore, when the Leng family saw that their own mushrooms were used up, they began to collect mushrooms from the villagers.

Seeing that the weather was going to be bad these past two days, Leng Yan was worried that the stockpiled goods would not be enough, so he discussed with his grandfather and decided to buy more mushrooms while the weather was good.

Bu Lengyan and his grandfather harnessed the ox cart and drove it slowly towards a remote village near the foot of the mountain.

The closer the village is to the mountains, the poorer it is, but correspondingly, the more mountain products and mushrooms they have to store for the winter.

Live off the land, it's not just talk.

Just then, the three of them drove the ox cart into a village, and the villagers, who were leaning against the wall to bask in the sun, all looked at them.

There was nothing we could do, because the ox carts they drove were too conspicuous and it was obvious at first glance that they were not from their village.

Most of the houses in this village are made up of mud and bricks. At first glance, they all look gray. Even the clothes worn by the villagers are gray.

In modern terms, it is a remote, poor village in the mountains.

"Hey, old man, you look unfamiliar. Where are you from? Are you visiting relatives or..."

Some enthusiastic villagers greeted them.

"We're not here to visit relatives!"

Leng Yan patted Leng He's shoulder. Children's words can bring people closer together.

Leng He got the signal, stood up and said crisply:

"We are here to collect dried mushrooms. We need them for our small business. I wonder if you uncles and aunts have any dried mushrooms in the fall? You can bring them and sell them!"

She had a clear voice, was articulate, and looked cute, so she was very popular, which made the villagers let down their guard.

As soon as this was said, the villagers instantly became interested and asked one after another: "Is it true or false to collect dried mushrooms?"

"How much do you want to charge? How many copper coins per pound?"

If you were to ask what every household in a village near the mountains lacks the most, it would definitely be mountain products.

In order to spend the winter safely, every family goes to the mountains to find food.

"Of course it's true. As for how much, we will definitely take a few hundred kilograms or even more. It depends on how much we have!"

At this time, Mr. Leng stood up and said, "We charge ten copper coins per pound for good quality mushrooms, and eight copper coins per pound for inferior ones."

This was the price they had agreed on at home before they came.

To produce one pound of dried mushrooms, you need at least eight or nine pounds of fresh mushrooms.

Leng Yan said that this price was not very high, but it was extremely rare in this dynasty.

After all, if the villagers set up stalls or go to the market to sell dried mushrooms, even if the price is half of this, it’s still not very good!

Therefore, as soon as these words were spoken, the crowd among the villagers was instantly excited. This purchase price was not low, almost equal to the price of a pound of flour.

"real or fake!"

Some villagers confirmed it again and again!

"Of course it's real. Once we've inspected the goods, as long as the quality is up to par, we'll accept them!"

Mr. Leng gave a positive answer: "You can sell whatever goods you have at home!"

"Okay, okay, I have some, I'll go home and get them now!"

A woman with a cloth wrapped on her head and dressed in dust was the first to react and went home.

"Yes, yes, yes, I have some at home, too. I get a lot of them at home in the fall!"

"That's right, you've made the right choice to come to our village. Although there isn't much else in our village, every household dries a lot of mushrooms every year."

The villagers who were squatting in the corner, basking in the sun and chatting, suddenly ran back to their homes.

"Old man, go ahead. There is a big tree there. There is a stone mill under the tree. It is used for holding meetings in our village. We will take our mushrooms there in a while!"

Some villagers were afraid that they would run away, so they asked their children to take them to the center of the village.

"Goudan, Tietou, help lead the way for them, don't let them run away, then find someone to keep an eye on them, and then go home to help mother move the things."

Mr. Leng and his group: …

After Goudan and Tietou’s mother gave them instructions, she ran home.