It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

After all, the child was only ten years old, and his awkward behavior was no longer a problem after he ate the delicious pancakes.

Because of a piece of cake, the children were as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

Song Zhi walked over to Grandma and advised, "Grandma, since you've sprained your waist, why are you still working?"

Wu continued to weave the hemp thread in her hands, muttering, "I feel much better after applying the medicine. Besides, I can't lie down all the time! Sitting and weaving the hemp thread doesn't take much effort."

Song Zhi knew that the older generation was like this. As long as they were not too sick to get out of bed, they would not be willing to sit idle.

She could only advise him not to get too tired.

As she was talking, Wu asked about what happened during the trip to the county town today.

Song Zhi then told him how much she had sold the herbs for today and what else she had bought.

"Grandma, here are the remaining twenty-six coins." Song Zhi handed the remaining silver to Wu.

Wu didn't reach out to take it, but said, "Since I promised you that you would be in charge of this basket of herbs, then you can take the money!"

She pretended to be joking and said, "I don't ask you what you want to do, but if this doesn't work out for you and you ask me for money again, I won't agree to it again."

Song Zhi understood her grandmother's concerns, and she nodded solemnly, "Okay!"

After crossing the bright road, Song Zhi started making pastries. The first thing she planned to make was mung bean cake.

Today she went to Yueweifang to inquire, and found that the shop did not have delicate pastries like mung bean cakes, which gave her the opportunity to try making them.

She soaked the mung beans in water first and set aside.

In the afternoon, she followed her aunt into the mountains to dig some herbs.

Ever since learning that one could make money from digging herbs, Yang became an active participant in digging herbs. He would go out early in the morning and would not return home until the sun set in the evening.

It can be said that my aunt-in-law really works hard to make life good for the family.

Unfortunately, in this world, success cannot be achieved just by hard work.

After learning that Artemisia capillaris is also a herb, Yang had no worries this time and dug up all the Artemisia capillaris that she had seen but not dug up before.

After returning home with a bountiful harvest of herbs on her back, Song Zhi never went up the mountain again.

Instead, he started tinkering with mung bean cakes.

When they went up the mountain in the afternoon, Song Zhi promised the children that whoever helped her peel mung beans would have a snack in the evening.

The children immediately cheered.

Song Huan was the first to speak out, "Sister, I, I..."

Song Cheng and Song Kang also jumped and nodded in agreement. Even Song An, who had been feeling awkward, moved his feet unconsciously and moved forward.

Song Zhi handed the mung beans soaked in water to a few people.

At this moment, Song Zhi took a pound of peeled mung beans. She first put them in a ceramic pot and blanched them in water to remove the bean smell.

Then he took out another steamer and put the fried mung beans into the pot and steamed them.

When the mung beans can be easily mashed into a paste with your hands, use a spoon to mash them all into a paste.

Finally, dissolve the malt sugar in the pot, then pour the mashed mung beans into the pot, then pour oil into the pot, stir-fry slowly over low heat until the water is dried up, then take out and press down.

Song Zhi didn't have a mold, so she simply pressed the mung bean paste into a rectangle and then cut it into squares. From one pound of peeled mung beans, she cut out a total of forty mung bean cakes.

Song Zhi handed each person a piece and said, "Try it."

When Song Zhi was making mung bean cakes, the little ones followed her around like little tails.

Now they were finally able to taste the pastry, and they couldn't wait to take a bite.

It is delicate and soft, melts in your mouth, and the children are so delicious that they scream.

Shocked, Mrs. Wu, who was outside the courtyard, quickly ran into the kitchen and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Song Huan handed the mung bean cake, which she had taken a small bite of, to Wu, and said as if presenting a treasure, "Grandma, this is the mung bean cake that my sister made. It's delicious, soft and fragrant. Please try it."

Song Zhi handed over a piece and said, "Grandma, try this cake. Maybe we can take it to a cake shop for consignment?"

In her heart, Mrs. Wu actually didn't believe that her granddaughter could come up with anything special.

The reason why she didn't stop him was that she was worried that the child would make trouble again. The family finally had hope, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble because of this.

But at this moment, he looked at the golden and delicate pastry handed to him by his granddaughter.

She subconsciously rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that she was not seeing things, she reached out to take the mung bean cake.

When you take a bite, the delicate pastry melts instantly on your tongue, leaving you with a sweet taste that leaves you with an endless aftertaste.

"This...did you really make this just now?" Mrs. Wu asked in disbelief, holding a piece of cake in her hand.

Song Zhi nodded. "I just thought that steaming mung beans, mashing them into a paste, and adding sugar would make it delicious. I never thought I could actually make it!"

Wu walked back and forth excitedly twice, slapped her thigh and said, "I think your idea is successful. Do you have any rules?"

Song Zhi thought for a moment and said, "To prevent others from quickly figuring out the raw materials, I gave this mung bean cake a new name, called Jinyu Cake."

"Besides, I've also done some calculations. To make these forty pieces of cake, including mung beans, malt sugar, and firewood, the cost is ten cents."

"This doesn't even include labor costs, so I plan to sell a piece of Jinyu Cake at two cents per piece, and then put it on consignment at the cake shop. I'll give the cake shop a commission based on the number of pieces sold. I think the cake shop will be willing to do that."

Nowadays, a worker's wages are only fifteen coins a day. Even if you deduct these, they can earn dozens of coins from forty gold and jade cakes. If they sell more...

Wu couldn't even think about it. Her lips trembled as she asked in a trembling voice, "Really... can it really be sold?"

Song Zhi didn't answer but asked, "Grandma, do you think this cake is delicious?"

Mrs. Wu quickly expressed her opinion: "It's delicious, delicious."

She had never eaten such delicious food in her life.

Song Zhi smiled confidently, "Gosh, it's definitely going to work. Even if the pastry shop doesn't buy it, we can just lower the price by a penny and set up a stall to sell it ourselves. As long as it tastes good and the price isn't too expensive, why worry about not being able to sell it?"

Mrs. Wu nodded heavily.

Seeing that Grandma believed her, Song Zhi continued to suggest, "Grandma, I want to go to the clan leader's house to buy some goat milk. I can use goat milk to make the mung bean cakes later. This will not only give the cakes a milky flavor, but also dilute the fragrance of the mung beans. It will make people think of how to make it."

Qishui County is close to the grassland, and those who have a little surplus will raise some sheep to supplement their family income.

She knew that Patriarch Song's family had two sheep that had just given birth, and they had no shortage of goat milk.

Mrs. Wu was attracted by the huge profit of more than fifty cents per pound of mung bean cake.

Hearing his granddaughter say this, he said without hesitation: "Wait, I'll go buy it for you."

After saying that, he hurried away carrying the wooden bucket.

Song Zhi never expected that her grandmother would support her idea so much.

While breathing a sigh of relief, I began to prepare the second batch of pastries.