The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

really.

As soon as he walked through the main hall, he saw a girl in a thin lotus-colored jacket standing in the backyard, looking at him with a sweet smile.

My heart suddenly felt happy.

Looking at the smile gradually blooming on the corner of the man's lips, Song Yuntang chuckled and looked at Xu Wencheng.

"I told you earlier that your elder brother wouldn't believe it."

Xu Wencheng curled his lips and said, "I've never been able to trick him."

Xu Qingye walked towards the backyard.

"When did you arrive?"

Song Yuntang smiled and said, "The carriage is fast. We set out before the hour of Chen and arrived at 2:30 pm (9:30 am). We went to the clinic first before returning home."

Xu Changgen and Cheng Nian'er on the side also hurried to greet Xu Qingye.

Xu Qingye just nodded lightly and took Song Yuntang's hand.

"I'll show you something."

Song Yuntang followed him through the main hall, and when he saw the rectangular object wrapped in linen placed by the door, he understood.

"Is it the plaque of the clinic?"

"You guessed it." Xu Qingye let go of her hand and untied the linen, revealing a plaque with black background and golden letters.

Xinglin Medical Clinic.

It was named by Song Yuntang himself.

I hope I can emulate the ancients and become famous in the medical field with my medical skills.

The font is vigorous and strong, it is Xu Qingye's handwriting.

She looked at him with a smile, feeling very satisfied in her heart.

“That’s the effect I wanted.”

Xu Qingye looked at her, "What are your plans for the afternoon?"

Song Yuntang took the linen and wrapped the plaque again.

"After dinner, we have to go buy the herbs and supplies needed for the clinic. I'll leave Da Huang at home first. After I put all the supplies for the clinic in, I'll send Da Huang to the clinic to keep Chang Gen company."

Xu Qingye nodded, pulled her into the house, and handed her the vermilion note pressed under the book.

"On the ninth day of next month, the old lady of the Yang Mansion will be celebrating her sixtieth birthday. Young Master Yang has sent an invitation to our house. Do you want to go?"

Song Yuntang picked up the invitation and took a look at it.

"We have business dealings with the Yang family right now, and they've already sent us an invitation. I'm in the county town, so I'll definitely go." Then he began to worry, "But what should I get as a birthday gift?"

It cannot be too shabby, otherwise it will seem that you don’t take it seriously enough.

It cannot be too expensive, as it will seem to steal the show and try to please others.

Xu Qingye had no idea either.

"I'm not good at this. The invitation was delivered yesterday. There are still more than ten days left. We can think about it slowly."

Song Yuntang nodded and looked at him.

"Just focus on your studies and leave this matter to me. I'll go find Miss Jiang and ask about the old lady of the Yang family's preferences."

……

At noon, not only was there food sent by Mrs. Wu, but Song Yuntang also added a portion of braised beef and fried preserved eggs with green peppers, and also shared some with Mrs. Wu and Shunzi.

The green peppers were picked from the greenhouse on the farm.

The peppers from the first batch I planted are ready to be eaten. This time when I came to the county town, I brought half a basket with me.

The preserved eggs were pickled by Song Yuntang in August and kept on the farm. The jar was opened at the beginning of the month. There were two hundred preserved eggs in total. One hundred were kept in the wine shop, ten were distributed to the people on the farm for tasting, and twenty were distributed to his grandparents and uncle's family.

She left ten of the remaining seventy at home and brought the other sixty to the county town. Mingyue Tower would open tomorrow, and she planned to take fifty with her.

After the preserved eggs were successfully made, she bought another two thousand, pickled them and placed them in the wine cellar of the tavern. If the response to Mingyue Tower was good, she could immediately send a letter to the town and ask Fang Tianci to prepare more.

Anyway, there is quite a lot of space in the wine cellar.

If the sales in the restaurant can be good, it will be a win-win situation.

After dinner, Song Yuntang called Shunzi from next door and went to the pier together.

Looking at the group of people leaving in a hurry, Xu Qingye shook his head helplessly.

She wants to leave as soon as she sees someone, but now she has become a very busy person.

The group went to the dock to select medicinal herbs for purchase, including a small stove and medicine pots for decocting the herbs, a small scale for weighing the herbs, an abacus, and the bedding, basin, and handkerchief that Xu Changgen would use tonight.

It took a lot of time to select the medicinal materials and negotiate the prices. I ran back and forth to the clinic several times, and the whole afternoon was gone.

The medicinal materials brought into the clinic had not yet been sorted and were all piled behind the counter.

Screens, flowers, kitchen utensils and other items needed in the wards will have to be purchased or customized after the opening ceremony of Mingyue Building.

I have to take some time to go to Qingyuan Street to meet Jiang Surao. The shop in the provincial capital also opened recently, and there are quite a lot of things going on recently.

After dinner in the evening, Song Yuntang washed up and went back to bed.

When Xu Qingye finished reading, turned off the lights and went to bed, the person next to him was already fast asleep.

Knowing that she was tired, he moved very quietly and even kept some distance from her when they slept.

……

After sleeping until dawn, after breakfast the next day, Song Yuntang took Nian'er and Xu Wencheng to Mingyue Tower, and almost left the house with Xu Qingye.

Mingyue Tower is located on Xiangshan Road in the south of the city. This area is relatively prosperous and many big families in the county are located here.

As soon as I got off the carriage, Manager Miao came to greet me.

"Oh, our boss is finally here. A few days ago, he asked Erniu to go to Liuqiao Street to deliver a letter saying that you had returned to Cile Town. I thought you wouldn't be able to make it in time."

Song Yuntang smiled and asked Xu Wencheng to take the preserved eggs down from the carriage.

"Since I promised Shopkeeper Miao that I would attend the opening of Mingyue Tower, I will certainly not be absent."

Shopkeeper Miao had sharp eyes and spotted the bluish-white preserved eggs in the basket at a glance.

I was still a little confused. This chicken egg didn't look like an chicken egg, and this duck egg didn't look like a duck egg either. I had no idea what it was.

"This is?"

he asked, pointing at the basket.

Song Yuntang walked into the restaurant.

"Manager Miao, come in and try it and you'll know."

Shopkeeper Miao followed her excitedly, "Has the boss come up with a new dish?"

Song Yuntang did not deny it.

“It’s still unique.”

"Then I must try it."

however……

Shopkeeper Miao, who was originally very excited, took the first bite of the preserved egg and vomited it out with a "vomit" sound.

Just like the first time Xu Changgen ate preserved eggs, he vomited without any preparation.

Chef Zhang remained calm. After trying not to vomit, he tasted the food carefully and found that it tasted better and better the more he ate.

"This ingredient is quite fresh. Those who like it will definitely like it, but those who don't will probably find it hard to accept the taste right away."

Song Yuntang nodded.

"Chef Zhang is absolutely right."

After rinsing his mouth, Shopkeeper Miao looked at the two men doubtfully, "No, this flavor, can it really sell well?"

Chef Zhang grinned.

"Let's try it and see. Maybe a lot of people will like it."

Shopkeeper Miao didn't object, but he didn't agree much either.

"Okay, let's try it."

As he said this, he stuffed another piece into his mouth without giving up. This time he resisted the urge to spit it out. As he ate, he nodded as if possessed by a ghost.

"Maybe we can try it."