The little girl from a farm family has a big wish to make a fortune by farming and picking mushrooms

"Well, I'll give it to you even if I don't want you to. When I have time later, I'll ask Shouren to get some good wine and go drink with you."

Seeing that the butcher was so stubborn, they had no choice but to accept it.

"Alas, this stomach is fishy and smelly, difficult to handle and not tasty, why do you think you should give it to it?"

She owed someone a favor for nothing. What she hated most was owing favors to other people.

"Grandma, which part is this? Can't we eat it?"

"It's edible, but it doesn't taste good. This is the part where the pig's stomach connects to the small intestine." Anyway, her teeth couldn't chew it.

"Oh~ it's just pig offal anyway, right?"

"Yeah, that's right. When we get home, let your uncle do whatever he wants with it."

After putting some straw as a cushion, Old Mrs. Zhou put the offal into the backpack.

"Grandma, who is this butcher? How come you know everyone?" Zhou Mingshu couldn't help but be curious.

Old Mrs. Zhou smiled and narrowed her eyes. "You were still young at that time and you don't remember much. Your uncle and aunt sold stewed food in the town for a while, so they knew a lot of people. They knew everyone who sold vegetables and meat on the street. That was the best time for our family."

That makes sense.

There is only so much land at home, and even if we plant more land for another ten years, we still cannot build a blue brick house that is half the height of the wall.

Old Mrs. Zhou recalled the past, and she couldn't let go of the pain in her heart. Other people's lives were getting better and better, but her family's life was getting worse and worse.

"Yeah, grandma, don't worry. We won't sell braised dishes anymore. We'll sell anti-itching ointment this year and make a lot of money from them." Zhou Mingshu said with a smile, clenched his fists, and raised his hands like Superman.

"Silly girl, put your hands down immediately and don't embarrass me in the street."

The grandparents and grandchildren were laughing and joking, and Old Mrs. Zhou's discomfort was forgotten.

Finally, they went to the grain station and bought five pounds of corn for ten cents, and two pounds of coarse flour for another ten cents.

After doing these things, the two stopped wandering around. After all, they had money in their pockets and were afraid that it would be stolen.

The grandparents and grandchildren left the town and sat on a fallen tree trunk on the road to rest and drink water.

"Grandma, I wonder where Dad and Uncle are working?"

"Well, it's okay. You won't be able to see them even if you go there. They are in someone else's garden. There's such a high wall, how can you see them?"

"Wow, is it at those noble masters' house?"

"That's what I thought. You can't move around easily without the permission of the manager."

When the grandparents and grandchildren returned home, it was just noon and everyone in the family was looking forward to their return.

During the whole morning, Zhou Minghua asked three times, "When will grandma come back?"

Even Feng, who was so good-tempered, was annoyed by her questions and refused to coax her to sleep.

"Grandma~" As soon as Old Lady Zhou entered the yard, she was spotted by Zhou Minghua. He ran as fast as he could with his short legs and held onto Old Lady Zhou's thighs, refusing to let go.

"My dear, have you been good to your mother at home?"

"I'm obedient. Si Ya is very obedient."

Ever since Mr. Zhou passed away, Mrs. Zhou has been sleeping with her little granddaughter in her arms at night.

First, it allows the third child to take good care of the baby, and second, with someone by her side, she won't have any random thoughts all night.

"Okay, after dinner, I'll make you some lard. Grandma is back from cutting meat."

Several older grandchildren had already gathered around the backpack and were looking at it.

Each person carried a bag to the kitchen, which contained flour, corn, and two pieces of meat.

"Grandma, what kind of meat is this?" Zhou Mingjie smelled it and it had a strange smell.

"This is for your father. Let him go to the river to deal with it."

Boss Zhou was enjoying the cool in the back of the house when he heard his mother call his name.

The piece of pig offal in his hand weighs at least half a pound. That guy is really thoughtful.

"People from the first and second families, please don't sit there any more. Wash the pots and start cooking."

At the command of Old Mrs. Zhou, a group of people in the family started to work.

Liu carried firewood to burn the pot, Zhu scooped water to wash the pot, and Feng took out the vegetables and started to pick them.

Old Mrs. Zhou picked up the meat and carefully sliced ​​off the skin and lean meat with a knife. Then she cut the fat into slices, preparing to make lard later.

After being tired for most of the day, Zhou Mingshu yawned, washed his face, and looked at the snails in the basin.

The water was very clear, and it seemed that someone at home had changed the water for her.

"Brother, sister, let's go cut some bamboo so we can make anti-itch ointment later?"

"Anti-itch cream?"

The two siblings scratched their heads, with doubts and surprise in their eyes.

But it's still very simple to cut some bamboo.

There are a lot of bamboos in the mountains, you can just cut them and carry them back.

"You tell me how thick you want it. Xiaojie and I will go. You two don't have to go. The weather is so hot and there are so many mosquitoes."

"That's fine. It doesn't have to be too thick. It should be as thick as your wrist. Don't use something tender. It should be something harder."

Zhou Mingshu looked at his wrist, which was as thin as a water pipe.

Zhou Mingzhi and Zhou Mingjie took their machetes and went up the mountain without stopping.

There is still a lot of preparation work to do to make the anti-itch ointment. The mugwort and mint have been dried and stored, but the lemongrass is not ready yet.

Zhou Mingshu took a pair of scissors and picked out some leaves that he liked, cut them, washed them, and hung them up to dry.

Try it for the first time and see if it succeeds or not.

Therefore, there are not many raw materials to prepare.

Put all the ingredients in a one-to-one weight ratio and wait for grandma to cook the lard.

"Saya, you said you wanted to make an anti-itching cream, and you can use these things to make it? Is this possible?"

Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingqi both found it a little unbelievable.

In their eyes, these things are clearly weeds.

"Sister, sister, I don't know much about some things. I just heard what others said. But how can I not try? What if it works? I asked around in town today. A small bottle of anti-itch ointment costs thirty cents. It's really expensive."

"My God, thirty cents is enough to buy a pound of meat. I'd rather be itchy for a few more days."

Zhou Mingqin scratched the back of his hand. It was so expensive. Only rich people could afford it.

"That's right, it's really expensive, damn mosquitoes."

Zhou Mingqi slapped the mosquitoes beside him. Their noise was really annoying.

"So I said, if we can make it, it can not only relieve the itch, but also sell it to make money, killing two birds with one stone."

Zhou Mingqin and Zhou Mingqi looked at each other. They felt that it was impossible for San Ya to make this anti-itching ointment.

"Hey, don't disbelieve me. If it's really made, it will benefit our whole family. Remember to keep it a secret. This is something that can make money and can't be passed on to others."

"Of course, we are sisters, we prosper together and suffer together. Didn't grandma say that we should work together?"

"Yes, it's necessary. I'm just reminding you in case you let it slip."