The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

The vendor looked to be in his twenties.

The pork vendor only needed to shout a few times and people would gather in front of his cart.

Mo Rao wanted to go forward, but seeing so many people jostling for position, she decided to wait and go over. There was still half a pig on the cart anyway, and these people wouldn't buy it all at once.

Mo Rao stood aside and waited for the woman in front to finish her shopping.

Soon, the women who had bought the meat went home in twos and threes, carrying the meat.

Only then did Mo Rao go up and ask: Master, how much is this meat per pound?

Fifteen cents a pound. The pork was just slaughtered this morning. Absolutely fresh, the vendor said.

"Okay? Please weigh 20 kilograms of pork for me. Two kilograms per piece. Just cut it from here," Mo Rao said, pointing to a piece of fat and lean pork.

When the chef heard the man wanted 20 jin (g), he immediately perked up. "Okay, girl, wait a moment. It'll be ready in a moment."

After that, he began to cut the pork with a knife. Each cut was exactly two pounds.

It's obvious that he's been cutting meat frequently. He's gained experience from doing so.

Mo Rao saw a bamboo basket on the pork stall, and she didn't have one at home. So she asked, "Master, are you selling this bamboo?"

For sale. My father made these. If you want to buy them, you can pay three cents each.

“Okay, I’ll take one of these baskets,” Mo Rao said.

"Okay." The vendor happily handed the basket to Mo Rao.

Mo Rao took the basket, paid for it, and then put the meat into the bamboo basket. The basket was not small, so it was just the right size for the meat.

"Your father's craftsmanship is really good. This basket looks quite exquisite. If I want to order some other styles, your father may be able to make it," Mo Rao asked.

My dad's craftsmanship is just average, but my uncle's is truly exceptional. My dad used to be a cook. I only recently learned this weaving technique from my uncle. If you're interested in ordering a basket, I can introduce him to you.

Mo Rao became interested the moment she heard this. "Cook, what a great cook!" If she were to start a business in the future, this chef would be her top priority.

And this basket, just in time for the restaurant to open, we'll need lunch boxes. And this exquisite bamboo basket.

Your father is a cook, so how come he started weaving baskets at home? Mo Rao asked curiously.

"Oh!" the vendor sighed and said, "My father used to be the head chef in the restaurant kitchen. After the old owner passed away, the young owner wasn't good at running the business. It didn't take long for the restaurant to close."

My father and the people in the restaurant were forced to go back home.

Restaurants all have their own chefs, and working in the kitchen is a stable job. Unless there are special circumstances, few chefs would quit their jobs. So for a seasoned chef like my dad, finding a job in the kitchen wasn't easy.

So when I was idle at home, I just made some bamboo products to earn money for the family.

Mo Rao felt that this sounded familiar. Which restaurant did your father work in?

Xiangyun Restaurant. This is where my father worked for most of his life. Finally, it was ruined by the young master's family. Ugh! The vendor sighed again.

It's true. Mo Rao smiled and said, "What a coincidence! This Xiangyun Restaurant will reopen next month. If your father is interested, you can go for an interview in half a month."

The merchant asked suspiciously: How did the girl know?

It's inside information, don't worry about how I got it. Your father can try it if he wants.

“Okay, I’ll go back and tell my dad,” the vendor said excitedly.

Whether it is true or not, he has to let his father know. What if it is true?

Ever since his father quit his job and stayed home, their family has been in a state of gloom. His mother has been on medication year-round.

His father used to work in a restaurant and was able to support the family.

The family was now struggling to make ends meet, otherwise he wouldn't have started a butcher business, and his father wouldn't have learned basket weaving to supplement the family income.

Where are you from? I might need another batch of bamboo products later.

When the vendor heard this, he immediately said: My home is in Yaojia Village, and my second uncle is Yao Erzhu. You can go directly to Yao Erzhu's house, or you can come to my house. My father is Yao Datian.

“Okay, I understand. Thank you very much, little brother,” Mo Rao said politely.

"You're too polite, young lady. I can't do much to help you," the vendor said with a smile.

Mo Rao picked up the basket and said goodbye to the vendor.

The vendors also hurried to other villages.

When they arrived at the field, Mo Rao put the basket on the frame of the ox cart.

The cow was not on the tree stump, so it must have been taken away by the Zhang brothers and sisters to eat grass.

What a hardworking kid, he is never idle for a moment.

Just like her son Wubao, he picks mushrooms whenever he has nothing to do. There are already several sacks of dried mushrooms at home.

Such diligent children are more popular.

Strength lies in numbers. By evening, all the rice in the fields had been harvested.

The people who came to help. Although they were tired after a day, their expressions were all happy. When Mo Rao saw that they were about to leave, she hurried to take out the pork from the basket.

Dear uncles and aunts, we don’t have anything good to offer you at home.

Take this meat and give it to the elderly and children at home to try.

Hey! You girl, take it back quickly. We're just doing a physical job. How can we take your meat?

Yes! Girl, we are not helping you much, how can we accept your things?

Uncles and uncles, you coming here to help my family is a great help to my family.

You guys just take it. Mo Rao passed the meat to the older uncle.

Yes! Uncle. Just take it. My daughter ran over eagerly to get the meat this afternoon. She would be so sad if you didn't take it.

The old man was a little embarrassed by what Mo's father said, and said with a smile: "Okay! Then I will accept it shamelessly."

As he said that, he took the long piece of pork from Mo Rao's hand.

Mo Rao then delivered pork to others.

Everyone saw the older uncle Zhang take the meat.

Then he took the meat that Mo Rao handed over, and everyone took the pork. Then he changed the father and son. After some politeness, he said goodbye and left.

Soon, the Zhang brothers and sisters brought over the cow, which was well fed and full of energy. They also brought over dinner.

After everything was delivered, the twin brother and sister set the table.

Then Zhang Lin came over, naturally took his brothers and sisters' hands, and walked home.

Every time the siblings went home to eat in the evening, they would go back home. At first, Mo Qingshan, Mo's father, tried to persuade them to eat together. But after trying several times to no avail, he gave up.

Mo Rao sent the pork to the Zhang brothers and sisters

Zhang Linglin accepted the pork without any pretense. She thanked him and went straight home.

How many fathers and sons? After finishing their meal quickly, Mo Qingshan harnessed the oxcart and drove it to take Mo Rao home.

The rice had been harvested the next day. All that was left was bundling and shipping.

The Zhang brothers and sisters were tying the rice bundles in front. The Mo brothers and sisters then carried the bundled rice onto the oxcart.

Even though Mo Rao was strong, she was exhausted. Loading the goods onto the oxcart one by one was not that easy.

It took two full days to transport all the rice from the field.

The threshing ground was already filled with rice, and many villagers were waiting in line.

If they wait for their number, who knows how long it will take?

The yard and its surroundings were filled with rice, the unthreshed rice taking up a lot of space. Bundle after bundle. Grain production was low in those days. There wasn't much grain left, just straw.

Bundles of rice were piled high. To separate them all, Father Mo had no choice but to line up at the threshing floor. During that time, Father Mo could only pound the rice with a mallet, just like Old Lady Mo.

"Dad, how long will it take to keep hammering this thing?" Mo Rao said.

In two days, we will use the stone mill in the threshing field. The speed will be much faster.

Dad, how long will it take for them to finish milling the rice over there? We have so much food, we can't just sit there and wait.

Father Mo said, "What can we do if we don't wait? This stone mill must be ordered several months in advance. Otherwise, we won't be able to buy it at all. We can only wait until they use it up first."

Mo Rao curled her lips and said, "I knew it would be like this. At the critical moment, your daughter has to take action."

What do you mean? Father Mo asked in confusion.

You'll know when the time comes, it will be kept secret.

"Brother, come with me to the capital to pick up something," Mo Rao said to Mo Qingshan.

Dad, please save your energy while you are working. When I come back, I will make you something light.

What is it? Father Mo asked curiously.

I won’t tell you for now, you’ll know when the time comes. Mo Rao said mysteriously.

Mr. Mo has 100% trust in his daughter.

So he said: Do you need me to go with you?

No need, Mo Rao said to Mo Qingshan: Brother, let’s go now.