Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

Erhe ran to Lao Chen's house and banged on the door loudly: "Grandpa! Grandma! Open the door quickly!"

Old Mrs. Chen came out holding a spatula and saw that it was Erhe who opened the door: "You stupid kid! Why are you so anxious? You're about to break the door!"

The other people in the house were also alarmed and ran out.

Erhe scratched his head embarrassedly and stuffed the copper coins in his hand into the old lady's hand: "Grandma, my mother asked me to ask if your family can sell us two chickens? I need your help to kill and prepare these chickens."

What? Buy two chickens and kill and process them properly? The Chen family thought they had misheard.

Old Mrs. Chen held the copper coins that Erhe stuffed over and asked in confusion, "It's not a festival, why did your mother buy chickens?"

"Grandma, we had distinguished guests last night. They were from the mansion of Mr. Zhang in town. We didn't have anything good to entertain them at home, so we came to buy two chickens from you to stew at home."

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that what the villagers said a few days ago about them doing business in partnership with nobles in the city was true. The second son's wife is really capable and can actually get to know those people.

"But you have too much money. A chicken is only thirty cents, and you have seventy cents. Besides, a family doesn't need so much. Forty cents will be enough." Old Mrs. Chen counted the copper coins in her hand and was about to put them into Erhe's hand.

Hearing her say this, the people in the first house changed their expressions slightly. These were two chickens. But then they thought about how much they had eaten from the second house before, and they thought that forty cents was fine.

Erhe dodged Old Lady Chen and said, "Grandma, these extra ten cents are for Uncle's help in killing and processing the chicken. Mother said that if you sell the chicken, you must accept all of it, otherwise she will not want the chicken and will go to someone else's house to buy it."

Old Mrs. Chen stretched out her hand, not knowing whether to put it in or not. Thinking of her second son's wife saying that if she didn't charge, she would have to go to someone else's house to buy it, the old lady heartlessly put in the copper coins.

It has to be given out anyway, so it is better to earn money for her family. It would be more painful for her to watch the money go to other people than to kill her. The second son's wife probably wants to help this side, and she is not the kind of person who doesn't know what is good for her.

He just said harshly: "Your mother really doesn't know her own weight after making a little money. She even paid to kill chickens. Can't she kill them herself? Boss, take Changan to the chicken coop to catch two fat hens, and kill them with your father and send them over there."

As he said this, he took a backpack and went to the backyard. Soon he pulled out a full basket of vegetables and asked Erhe to carry it back.

"Grandma, my mother didn't give me money to buy food."

Old Mrs. Chen slammed her head on Erhe's forehead and said, "Who said I want your money? You damn kid, is your grandma such a stingy person?"

Erhe covered his forehead with his hands, looking aggrieved, but he did not forget the last thing: "Grandma, my mother asked if you have any extra pots? If you do, she asked me to bring one back."

Old Mrs. Chen guessed that she probably wanted to take it back to stew the chicken, and said, "Wait, your mother is really busy."

He turned and went into the kitchen, and soon came out with a black pottery pot. This pottery pot was bought on the street last year when the family was a little better off, and was specially used for stewing meat, but it was only used a few times.

"Shitou, you and your brother will take this pot to your second aunt later. Erhe, you must tell your mother to take good care of my pot. I plan to pass this pot to your uncle. If he breaks it, I will never forgive him."

Erhe nodded to show that he understood.

After waiting for a while, Grandpa Chen and the others had processed the chicken, washed the internal organs cleanly and put them in a bowl.

"Erhe, go back and tell your mother that I have added salt to the blood and it has not yet coagulated. If you carry it over, it will be scattered. Put it here for now and come back to carry it later."

Erhe responded and went home with the stone and the things.

Zheng Yuan was shocked to see Erhe carrying such a big basket of vegetables. He must have emptied the old lady's vegetable garden. What a jerk this old lady is. But thinking back to the last time he went to the old lady's house to pick at the corners, the vegetables in the garden were growing really well, at least much better than those of their two families.

Zheng Yuan accepted the old lady's kindness, as there were not many vegetables at home.

When Zheng Yuan heard him say that the old lady wanted to pass the clay pot to his eldest brother, he laughed out loud. It turned out that this was a family heirloom. This old lady was really interesting.

As soon as Shitou entered the room, he saw so many tall and strong servants. He was so scared that he shrank his neck and followed Erhe like a quail.

Zheng Yuan took the things from his hand and said: "Thank you, Shitou. You can play with your cousins ​​here for a while, and then have dinner at Second Aunt's house."

Shitou saw so many people here, how could he dare to stay: "No, no, Second Aunt, I have to go back to work."

It was cloudy this morning and there was no work to do. Zheng Yuan knew that he was uncomfortable, so he didn't force him to stay. He took a big bowl and filled it with oil-soaked meat for him to take back.

Shitou stood there holding the meat in his hands. Second Aunt gave them more meat, and the meat was covered with a lot of white oil.

"By the way, Mom, Grandpa said that he added salt to the chicken blood and put it aside for us, and asked me to go and carry it away later." Erhe remembered the chicken blood that Grandpa Chen mentioned.

"No need to carry it. Shitou, tell grandpa that you can keep the blood and cook it for yourself. We won't carry it."

There is so much chicken, so just leave the chicken blood to them. It will be troublesome to take it back.

Shitou agreed and took the meat back.

The people in the Chen family's old house were also surprised to see Shitou bringing back such a large plate of meat. Not only did they not want the chicken blood, but they also gave him such a large plate of meat.

But in the end they didn't send the meat back. Firstly, Shitou said there were too many people over there, and they were afraid of upsetting the noble and delaying the second family's important matters if they pushed the meat back and forth. Secondly, everyone in the family, young and old, really wanted the meat, and it was a kind gesture from the second family, so since she sent it over, they accepted its kindness.

Finally, the chicken blood was used to cook pickled vegetables and half of the meat soaked in oil was fried. The whole family enjoyed the meal very much.

Zheng Yuan's home.

Zheng Yuan put the clay pot on the stove where they boiled saltpeter before to stew the chicken, and the big pot inside was used to cook other dishes. There was no need to add any other seasonings to the chicken. Zheng Yuan only put a piece of old ginger in the stew because there was no other seasoning at home.

There was not enough time in the morning, and Zheng Yuan was worried that the chicken would not be cooked well, so he asked Sizhu to stand by the stove and work hard to build up the fire. Sizhu was very satisfied with this job. When the chicken was bubbling, hot steam was coming out, and the fragrance almost made him dizzy.

When the chicken was almost cooked, Mr. Jiang finally got up, but he looked pale, and it seemed that he did not sleep well last night.

As soon as he saw him get up, Aji hurried forward to help him wash up, but they didn't bring anything with them, so they could only wipe his face with a towel wet with water and rinse his mouth with clean water.

After rinsing his mouth and asking where the toilet was, he went to the backyard again, but when he came back his face looked even worse.

As for what kind of visual shock he experienced, perhaps only Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin, who had just arrived, could empathize with him.

Thinking of taking care of Mr. Jiang, Zheng Yuan divided all the food into a separate portion and placed it in the main hall for Mr. Jiang to eat alone. All the other people ate in the kitchen, so they didn't sit down. The food was placed in a large pot on the stove and table, just like a buffet in later generations. Whoever wanted to eat something could go up and add it and eat it aside.

Mr. Jiang was originally being served by Aji in the main room. He had just seen the shocking scene in the morning, so his appetite was not very good. When he looked over, he saw a group of people squatting under the eaves. Even the two women of the family were squatting outside, holding their bowls and eating very happily.

Somehow, after seeing this scene, the chicken soup that seemed ordinary at first seemed very delicious.

Seeing his son suddenly start eating with big mouthfuls, Aji was very shocked. Is this still the son who only ate small cat food?

I was very hungry last night, so what happened this morning?