The eldest sister-in-law became rich by farming in the mountains

No doubt it was because of that bag of food.

Xu Yingtao curled the corners of her lips. She accepted the grain from the eldest wife on purpose.

On the one hand, he wanted to give Chen a hard time, and on the other hand, he wanted to use this opportunity to test the first wife. If the first wife was stingy and refused to help, then there would be no need to visit this relative in the future.

For now, it seems that we can still get along.

When they got home, Jiang and Xie Li had already fallen asleep. Xu Yingtao sent Xie Bai to sleep as well, and she went to clean up the kitchen.

In fact, Xie Bai had already cleaned the kitchen very well. She only needed to put away the remaining marinated food, prepare the ice jelly to be sent to the Ge family in advance, and then hang the salted pig's trotters pickled in the evening in a ventilated place to prevent them from being eaten by rats in the middle of the night.

The nights are now quite cool, and the meat and vegetables are ready.

In the middle of the night, Xu Yingtao heard a rustling noise in the main room. She opened her eyes slightly and saw the light shining into the room through the hole in the wall. She subconsciously asked, "Who is it?"

Jiang lowered her voice and said, "Cherry, I can't sleep. Get up and make the jelly first. You continue to sleep."

Xu Yingtao responded vaguely, and was soon dragged into sleepiness.

The next day, it was still dark and she woke up according to her biological clock. As she entered the main room holding the oil lamp, she saw Jiang rubbing a hemp rope in the dark. She was almost scared to scream.

"Mom, please turn on the light. It's so dark that I can't see clearly."

Jiang smiled and said, "It takes a lot of oil to light the lamp. The green jelly is ready. Go and see if it's done. If not, we can make it again. There's still time."

Only then did Xu Yingtao vaguely remember the conversation she had with Jiang in the middle of the night.

The oil lamp was dim, so it was impossible to see Jiang's complexion, but it was clear that she was in good spirits.

Xu Yingtao touched her forehead and saw that it was no longer hot, so she went to the kitchen.

"The jelly is very well made, there's absolutely no problem with it, it's better than what I made." Xu Yingtao started to praise.

Seeing that Jiang had also followed into the kitchen, Xu Yingtao confirmed again: "Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"

Jiang shook her head. Seeing her open the cupboard to scoop noodles, she sat down in front of the stove and started to light the fire.

Before dawn, Zheng Wen had already knocked on the gate.

Xu Yingtao hurriedly went to greet them with an oil lamp in her hand.

"Uncle Awen, please come in. The noodles have just been cooked. You've arrived at the perfect time."

Fine noodles are precious, Zheng Wen waved his hand without thinking: "You can eat them at home, don't worry about me."

Xu Yingtao smiled and said, "We are all family, please don't be polite to us. Yesterday I prepared hot and sour noodles with臊子 for Uncle Wu, and he was very happy with it. After eating it, he praised me a lot."

Zheng Wen could only sit down. They were all farmers, so he couldn't say anything nice. He just thought that he should be more dedicated and do his best to run errands for Xu Yingtao.

Xu Yingtao went into the kitchen and soon returned with a large bowl of noodles. She put the bowl on the table and hurriedly touched her earlobe.

It’s really hot.

Zheng Wen looked at the solid topping on the white noodles and his saliva began to flow uncontrollably.

Xu Yingtao pointed at the small pottery jar on the table and said with a smile, "It contains red oil. Uncle can add it if he wants."

Zheng Wen was craving for it, so he stopped being shy and added a spoonful to the braised pork noodles. He gulped down all the soup and broke out in a sweat.

"This noodle is really good! It smells delicious!" Zheng Wen pulled the sweat towel to wipe the sweat off his forehead and couldn't help but praise it again and again.

After soaking overnight, the offal became plump and juicy, and even more delicious than what I had last night.

Xu Yingtao smiled and said, "It's still early, I'll go get another bowl for uncle."

"No need." Zheng Wen stopped her. "We've eaten enough. There will be many people going to the town to hand in grain today. We have to leave early. Have you prepared the jelly?"

Flour is such a precious thing that eating a bowl of it is already impolite, and eating it with a thick face is really shameless. He can't do such a thing.

After seeing Zheng Wen off, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went back to sleep for a nap. It was a rare opportunity for them to sleep until dawn. Xu Yingtao stretched herself and then went to the kitchen in an orderly manner to cook another pot of hand-rolled noodles.

The topping is still the cut braised offal, with a thin layer of soup hanging on the surface. When you bite it, it is slightly elastic and soft, followed by a perfect fusion of oil and spices. It is so delicious that Xie Li eats three bowls in a row.

In the end, it was Mrs. Jiang who persuaded her to stop because she was afraid that she would get indigestion after eating too much.

"Comfortable!" Xu Yingtao was also very satisfied with the meal.

Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Xie Bai asked tentatively, "Sister-in-law, this braised offal is so delicious, how about we take it to town and sell it?"

Faced with the same question as the Zheng family, Xu Yingtao naturally gave the same answer.

But she added: "I can't sell offal. I will never sell offal in my life. Washing it is smelly, tiring and time-consuming. I can sell the marinade bags to make a living."

Mother and three: “……?”

After failing to play the meme, Xu Yingtao could only patiently explain: "Selling braised food is too tiring, and selling tofu is a one-time deal and not cost-effective, but we can provide food and beverage outlets with seasoning packages, so that we can have a steady stream of income, and also earn some start-up capital as soon as possible. After all, it takes a lot of money to open a tofu workshop."

She was a person who thought three steps ahead. From the moment she planned to make the braised offal, she had been planning to go to the town to find a restaurant to cooperate with, but she didn't need to tell her mother and her three children for the time being.

After hearing her plan, the mother and her two children were unable to keep up with the pace for a moment and they all stared at her blankly.

Xu Yingtao laughed and simply arranged for the two siblings to wash dishes and boil medicine at home while she prepared to leave for Zheng's house.

After learning about this, Jiang said that she also wanted to go. Xu Yingtao confirmed her physical condition again and again before nodding.

When they arrived at Zheng's house, Mrs. Zhou had already dressed neatly. In order to enhance Xu Yingtao's momentum in the negotiations, she even changed into a blue cloth dress without patches, and her gray hair was combed meticulously.

Xu Yingtao kept saying nice things to me without asking for any money, such as "Grandma is so pretty," "Grandma is so young," and "Grandma is so energetic." She made Mrs. Zhou laugh so hard that she couldn't stop, and all the gloom brought by paying taxes was gone.

Along the way, they met many people who greeted Mrs. Zhou. When the three of them arrived at the village entrance, they saw from a distance that from time to time people were carrying empty bowls into the yard and then carrying tofu out, which showed how prosperous the business was.

It must be said that the Feng family's house is indeed much more imposing than other houses in the village. Although it also has adobe walls, it is much thicker than others, and the roof is covered with tiles, which looks bright and imposing.

Every time Xu Yingtao went to town and passed by the Feng family, she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

As soon as you enter the fenced courtyard, you will see a large stone mill that has been washed clean and spotless.

A thin but strong old man was lying on a chair next to the millstone to rest, while the women were busy running back and forth between the house and the yard. A man in his thirties was chopping firewood in the yard.

Mrs. Tao, the wife of Feng the tofu maker, saw Mrs. Zhou and came forward with a smile: "Ms. Zhou, you are here to buy tofu. How many pieces do you want? I'll get them for you."