Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

With enough money in hand, Qing Ning put everything on the agenda. As the weather was getting hotter, Qing Ning made some adjustments to the Xu family's goods.

In addition to the dry goods, a number of spiced marinades were prepared. The preserved eggs and salted duck eggs that had been pickled for a long time were also preserved, so the family members were the first to taste these fresh foods.

She took out the jar, removed the seal, and picked out about ten each. She was nervous because this was her first time and she was afraid that they would be drowned and ruined.

After cleaning the mud and dust and peeling off the eggshell, there was no strong odor and the color and feel were very good. I looked at it against the light and it was slightly translucent and had some loose patterns. It seemed to be OK.

A plate of preserved egg and tofu, a plate of preserved egg with chopped pepper, a plate of pounded pepper, a serving of seasonal vegetables in soup, a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and a plate of salted duck eggs and five-spiced food. Duck eggs accounted for half of the meal this evening.

"What is this black thing? Can I eat it?" Qingyu looked at the preserved eggs on the table with a look of resistance.

Qing Ning said, "It all depends on one's personal taste. If you like it, then you can eat it. If you don't like it, then there's nothing you can do about it."

"Sister Qingning, is this the preserved egg we pickled before?" Meng Jinhuai picked one up and was a little hesitant.

"yes"

Seeing that everyone was hesitating, Qing Ning ignored them and started eating.

Chen Qingsong hesitated for a while, then went to the preserved eggs on the table. He thought that the food made by his younger sister must be good.

"Hmm, this taste~~~" Qingsong ate one and found it a little hard to describe for a moment, but it was not bad, so he picked up another piece.

The people at the table were waiting for him to express his feelings, but he kept picking up his chopsticks. Everyone saw this and tried to pick up their chopsticks. When they put the food in their mouths, it was a delight to eat.

People accepted it very quickly, and most people liked the taste. Of course, some people liked it, while others couldn't, such as Zhenzhen, Shuqing, and Qingbai.

The three of them found it a little unacceptable after taking a bite, but they accepted the seasonal vegetable soup and the century egg and lean meat porridge well.

After dinner, they sat together to digest their food. Guo Xinjun suddenly thought of something and asked, "Sister Qingning, I heard from Xi'an that you're having trouble managing your finances. I have some money here, I wonder if I can help."

These people have been taken care of by the Chen family these days. Although money and food are given according to the number of people, this favor is hard to repay.

Qing Ning smiled and said, "Brother Guo, I have already taken care of the money issue. If I need anything in the future, I will definitely ask you."

Guo Xinjun said, "Really? We must not be so formal. It would be better for us to live in an uncomfortable environment."

"Of course I'm not shy. Just live here comfortably." Qing Ning replied with a smile.

Everyone in and around the village has been incredibly busy lately. The flooded fields need to be cleaned up, and the family members are too busy with one thing to take care of the other. Even the construction and rush work have been done by outsiders.

The next morning, Qing Ning followed Tan Chun and the others to town. Besides dried goods, they also brought some preserved eggs and salted duck eggs. Shizhen Pavilion was currently run by the second innkeeper, with Manager Xu stopping by from time to time.

The second shopkeeper was named Wu, a young man in his twenties. He always smiled at everyone he met and knew when to act. He was neither too flattering nor too cold. This was the first time Qing Ning had seen him like this, and he looked like he had some potential.

Although it was the first time that Shopkeeper Wu saw Qing Ning, her name was well-known, so he knew who the visitor was at a glance.

"I guess this little girl is Qingning from the Chen family? Hello, Miss Qingning. I'm Wu Wei, the second manager of this Shizhen Pavilion." Wu Wei stepped forward to greet her and introduced himself.

Qing Ning got off the ox cart, returned the greeting to Wu Wei, and then followed Wu Wei into the store. Tan Chun followed behind with the things in his hands.

"Uncle Wu, can we go to the kitchen?" Qing Ning asked as they walked.

Wu Wei said: "Of course I can."

The three of them entered the kitchen, which was already bustling with activity. The chef dropped his work immediately when he saw someone coming in and it was Qing Ning.

He smiled and said, "Hey, Qing Ning, uncle hasn't seen you for a long time. Why are you here today? Do you have something good again? Take it out and let me see it."

As he spoke, he looked at Tan Chun's hands behind him again and again, looking forward to it.

Qingning liked this chef very much. He was a kind person and never looked down on her just because she was a little kid.

"Yes, Uncle Kuan, you are really awesome." Qing Ning's straightforward praise made everyone laugh.

The master chef of this Shizhen Pavilion is named Xu Kuan, and his name suits him perfectly.

Qing Ning did not keep them in suspense. She picked out some preserved eggs, made some snacks, and let them taste them.

Xu Kuan now has blind trust in Qing Ning's things, so he was the first to try it. Seeing this, the others also hurried to try the dishes.

"The taste is a bit weird, but when paired with the sauce it has an inexplicable aftertaste." Xu Kuan commented, but he liked it.

The others also nodded, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that no one was against Qing Ning.

After tasting the dishes, Wu Wei took her to the meeting hall, and the two discussed the prices of the preserved eggs, salted duck eggs, and five-spice eggs. According to previous practice, Qing Ning still gave her two recipes for preserved eggs. As for the other recipes, Wu Wei was also very knowledgeable and bought them.

Because preserved eggs and salted duck eggs take a long time to pickle, the supply and quantity are determined in advance and delivered after they are ripe.

Finally, there was money coming in, and Qingning felt relieved and happy.

When she got home and saw the homework assigned by her teacher, Qingning's face fell completely. How could she forget that she was still a student? It was all because of the disaster and cleanup a few days ago, she had forgotten everything.

She didn't even think of asking for leave from her teacher this morning before going to town. Now seeing so much homework, she felt terrible.

Watching her brothers sitting together discussing knowledge with each other, she quietly moved over and asked in a low voice: "Second brother, why do I have so much homework?"

It's no wonder she asked this question. Not only does she have to practice calligraphy, but the teacher also gives her some questions to test her from time to time. The question is why she practiced writing several more pieces than her brothers and sisters.

Qing Wu was startled when he suddenly heard Qing Ning's voice. He looked at her and said, "The teacher said that you haven't made any progress in your daily calligraphy practice, so this is a punishment for you. Also, the teacher said yesterday that school would resume today, but you went to town instead. Although he asked for leave for you, the teacher is still angry."

Qing Ning hung her head after hearing this. Well, it was all her fault. What else could she say?

She was in no mood to do anything else. She spread out the paper on her own small desk, straightened her body and picked up the pen to write. However, after writing a few big words, they were still a little crooked.

"The bristle of this pen is too soft for you. You are young and your arm strength is not stable yet. Therefore, you cannot control the strength well when writing, so the words you write are naturally difficult to form." Seeing Qing Ning wrote a few words, he kept staring and sighing, so Meng Jinhuai came over to take a look.

Qing Ning looked at Meng Jinhuai and then at the pen in her hand. She didn't know much about these things. This pen was recommended to her by Zhang Ju when she went to the bookstore to buy it. She saw that several of her brothers and sisters were using it very well.

Seeing her like this, Meng Jinhuai continued, "A mixed-bristle brush is suitable for you right now. It's soft yet elastic, perfect for you. I happen to have one here, the one I used when I was just starting out. If you don't mind, I'll have someone get it for you, okay?"

Qing Ning smiled when she heard this and said, "I don't mind, I don't mind. Brother Meng is willing to give me up, so what is there to be disgusted with? Thank you, Brother Meng."