Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

The bamboo basket was placed in the corner of the wall. When it was opened, it was covered with coarse cloth, and several bamboo tubes were neatly placed inside.

Cui Jingwen took out the bamboo tube and placed it on the table.

"Finally I can eat it. I'm so greedy. Lately, nothing tastes good in my mouth." Li Shi took a bamboo tube first.

Captain Yan knocked on the table, and Li Shi suddenly remembered.

County Magistrate Wang was still there.

"Mr. County Magistrate, please try this pickle." Li Shi handed the bamboo tube to County Magistrate Wang attentively, and also took one for Mr. Pei.

County Magistrate Wang was in a good mood: "Okay, I'll try Jingwen Niang's cooking too."

Although County Magistrate Wang had never lived in the village, he knew the hardships of the people's lives. The villagers ate whatever was available in the mountains throughout the year, and since they had just experienced a drought and the land was not yet ripe, he thought that the food they ate should be wild vegetables and other mountain flavors.

Watching Magistrate Wang open the bamboo tube, Li Shi and his companions couldn't wait to take one each and quickly open the lid.

Li Shi took a deep breath in ecstasy: "That's the taste!"

County Magistrate Wang stared at the seaweed in the bamboo tube, his eyes fixed on it.

"What kind of pickle is this?"

The tender green threads in the bamboo tube were entwined together, and he recognized the dogwood flowers dotted in the middle.

"This is..." Li Shi paused. He had also forgotten what this pickle was called.

"This is seaweed silk, made from a kind of seafood in the sea." Lin said with a smile.

"This is quite novel." County Magistrate Wang was intrigued by the pickled seafood. "We're not near the sea, and I don't think I've ever seen this kind of seafood before."

Lin said softly, "I discovered it by accident when I went to Lindong County before. I tried to adjust the flavor when I came back, and it tasted pretty good."

Li Shi shouted, "Not only is it good, I think it's much better than the pickles from Cai's pickle shop."

Captain Yan had no expression on his face and nodded silently.

Seeing several of his men praising Jing Wenniang's pickles, County Magistrate Wang picked up a piece with chopsticks out of curiosity and slowly put it into his mouth.

Li Shi and his companions stared at Magistrate Wang intently. Even the head of the village became inexplicably nervous. Only the head of Liushu Village had a look of shock on his face.

I was already very excited to have dinner with the county magistrate, but I didn’t expect that the people of Xiahe Village even brought their own pickles and let the county magistrate taste them!

Liushu Village was thinking seriously about it. Next time he came to the county government office, he would ask his wife to cook two dishes.

Magistrate Wang chewed the seaweed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The umami flavor mixed with the sweet and sour taste is unexpectedly refreshing, and the original salty and fresh taste of the seafood makes the pickles taste richer.

County Magistrate Wang praised sincerely, "It is indeed good."

Li Shi immediately grinned and said, "I've tried all the pickles from Cai's pickle shop, and none of them are as delicious as the ones made by Jingwen's mother. Aunt, do you want to open a shop? We brothers will definitely support you."

Master Pei also took a bite and nodded.

"We live in a village, and it's not convenient to open a shop, so we might set up a stall."

Lin does have plans to open a store, but the rent and travel time are a problem.

But I am not worried. I have to take one step at a time. As long as I make money, I will open a store.

County Magistrate Wang took another bite and said slowly, "If we want to set up a stall in the morning, the West Market is more lively. We can go there."

Zhao Shi was very excited and kept winking at Cui Jingwen.

Magistrate Wang's words are more effective than a talisman.

With Magistrate Wang's words in front of them, the mother and son had a backer, and the ruffians would avoid them when they saw them.