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

"The woman in the village who's good with a knife, let me think..."

After returning from the field, Lin went directly to the village head's house to put her fingerprints on the purchase of the land. Then she went straight to the threshing ground and found Wang's sister-in-law, asking her to help find a few people.

Soon, Mrs. Wang named a few people, all of whom were hardworking and willing to endure hardship in the village. Considering that cutting vegetables required exertion for a long time, some older people who did not have enough physical strength were automatically screened out.

After making an appointment with Ruyi Restaurant to deliver the goods early tomorrow morning, Lin asked Wang's sister-in-law to help contact the contact while she went home to prepare the ingredients.

Mrs. Wang agreed immediately and left the threshing ground in a hurry.

"Aunt San, wait a minute."

Lin was in a hurry to go home, but Silang stopped her and took out a few pieces of silver and a string of copper coins from his pocket.

"This is the payment from the brick kiln this morning. It's three taels and two cents. Aunt San, please keep it."

There were small teeth marks on each piece of silver. Lin smiled and took the money.

"Yes, a few hundred more than yesterday." Lin treated Silang as a minor business manager and said concisely, "Third Aunt also negotiated a deal today. From now on, our side dishes will be supplied directly to the restaurant. At the same time, the quantity needed is large, and time is relatively tight. They need to be delivered early tomorrow morning."

Silang felt that his third aunt was extremely capable. In just a few days, she had already established cooperation with a big restaurant in the county.

The little face was happy for a moment, but soon became worried again.

"Aunt San just told Aunt Wang that she wanted to hire someone to make side dishes?"

Lin nodded.

Shi Lang counted on his fingers: "I need to hire people and a place, so I will clean up here immediately. I also need to prepare tables, cutting boards, and basins..."

Silang kept talking while his mind was working fast. If he didn't have enough at home, he would go out and borrow some. As he was thinking, he looked up and saw his third aunt smiling.

"Is... is there something wrong?"

Lin rubbed his little head and said, "You are right. Our Sanlang has grown up and is beginning to take charge."

Shi Lang's face turned red, and he couldn't finish his words.

Lin stopped teasing him: "No need to clean up here, cooking needs to be clean, it's too dusty here, I plan to cook in our yard first."

Shi Lang knocked his forehead, annoyed that he hadn't considered it thoroughly enough: "Then I..."

"You don't need to bother." Lin patted Silang's frail shoulder. "I can't do without you here. I can handle it myself. You go ahead and do your work. I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he hurried back home.

It was still some time before noon, and Old Mrs. Cui was tending to the vegetable garden. The seedlings had drunk enough water and were bearing fruits as if in gratitude. It seemed that in a while the vegetables in the garden would not be enough to eat.

Old Mrs. Cui was planning to pick a basket of vegetables in a few days and have her third son's wife sell them on her way to the city. Just as she was thinking about it, she heard footsteps coming towards her.

"Mom, I need your help with something."

Lin spoke briefly and to the point, explaining the matter of supplying goods to the restaurant.

Old Mrs. Cui threw the ladle into the bucket with a clang and said seriously, "Leave it to me. Your father and I have a table in our room. We can carry it out together."

Lin planned to hire three people first. There happened to be three tables at home, so he could handle it for now.

Lin poured water on the yard and swept the dust on the ground first. Then she and Old Lady Cui carried out the tables and placed three tables in a row.

Old Mrs. Cui went back to the house to get a basin. The ceramic basin that the third son's wife gave her a few days ago was just right for her use.

"Mom, we don't need to prepare a kitchen knife." Lin stopped Old Lady Cui from sharpening the knife.

New knives need to be run in, so it is more convenient to use your own kitchen knife. For safety reasons, Lin had just instructed Wang's sister-in-law to let the women who came to work bring their own kitchen knives.