The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

While Dr. An was discussing with several other doctors about the time to re-prescribe.

Liang Manshan ran back to the city, found the home of the shopkeeper of a pottery shop, and asked the prices of the vats, jars, and clay pots, as well as the quantity in stock at his house.

Come back in a hurry to make an offer with Yan Laoer.

"Man Shan, you are too nimble, so we want his family's big tank.

First order 30 jars and jars. Does his family have their own craftsmanship?

Is there a smaller one, about this big. "Yan Lao Er gestured.

"There is no finished product, but it should be able to be made. I will ask later, you have ordered so many, our village can buy it?" Liang Manshan was a little worried. It would be very troublesome just to transport the dozens of large tanks back, so don't bother to go back. Nobody wants it.

"Hey! I said Man Shan, you are really not a person who lives a life, this big tank is a good thing.

You think that light can hold water, put sauce and pickle vegetables. Every family in Guanzhou has to prepare them. Pickled autumn vegetables are sealed and can be eaten all winter. "

Yan Laoer disliked him for not knowing how to live, and earnestly taught: "If you listen to me, prepare a few more.

When we harvest the vegetables in the field, I will teach you how to pickle vegetables. Let’s store more than a dozen tanks. Maodong has nothing to worry about. Every day, he puts the fire on the kang at home, eats the vegetables, and saves some fish and meat. Think, what a beautiful day this must be. "

"Oh, I almost forgot, look around and see if there is any salt seller in the city, both coarse and fine salt, if it's cheap, I'll buy more, this trip just happens to take me back.

Well, the mountain is full, this is very urgent, my house happens to be out of salt, you can run for me now, I will wait here. "

Yan Laoer simply sat on the ground, planning to wait for his Manshan brothers to run back and forth again.

Liang Manshan is thinking about the pickled vegetables, he thinks it is quite reliable, compared with brother Huai'an, he is really not very good at living, uh, he is not very good at living in Guanzhou.

Look at Brother Huai'an, how well he adapts.

"What do you want so much salt for?" Yan Huaiwen asked.

Yan Laoer: "Haha! The children in the village went to the reed beach by the river to catch wild ducks. They didn't catch the ducks and picked up a lot of wild duck eggs. Our family returned a lot and wanted to pickle duck eggs.

There are also fish caught in the river. Forget about it. You don’t know about it. I only found out when I came back. The fishing nets I bought in Yongning City can be used. There are people in the village who can use them. The catch is divided equally. As soon as I enter the house, my good guy, there are everywhere.

The fish is sun-dried, and it is salted and then sun-dried, which are two different tastes.

And the pickled vegetables just mentioned, you have to use salt everywhere, get rid of the ones you use for your own use, and then bring some to the villagers, so you have to buy more. "

Yan Huaiwen nodded.

He has also heard that the winter in Guanzhou is difficult, and a large amount of food needs to be stored in the autumn harvest to survive the winter.

Liang Manshan sighed in his heart, Brother Huai'an really has a plan.

"Brother Huai'an, what you said is that we need to buy a few more for this tank. Let's make an agreement, and teach me to pickle vegetables when autumn comes."

Liang Manshan looked very serious, not just talking, he really wanted to learn.

"Don't worry, we will teach you and you will be taught." Yan Er Er promised.

"My family has dug a cellar, and I told your old man that I will dig one for your family when the time comes to store food and vegetables."

Liang Manshan happily went back to the city to buy salt.

Yan Huaiwen whispered: "Just buy less, Changping and Linhai mansions will be cheaper."

Yan Lao Er nodded to express his understanding.

The closer to the sea, the cheaper the salt. Of course, it is definitely not official salt.

Official salt is priced uniformly.

Places like them where the sky is high and the emperor is far away are basically half-official and half-private, and they are mixed together for sale.

The official office also turned a blind eye and didn't pay much attention to it.

So the price of salt can also be negotiated.

Several doctors finalized the prescription and delivered it.

Yan Lao Er looked through the medicines and found that they were still familiar medicines, so he felt relieved.

He has bought all these medicines, at least he won't be fooled by the price.

When Liang Manshan came back, he brought back a stone of coarse salt and twenty catties of refined salt.

One stone is one hundred catties, and the two kinds of salt add up to one hundred and twenty catties.

In addition to salt, there is also the big vat that Yan Lao Er wanted.

Liang Manshan said with a smile: "You take a few back first and use them, and then we can count the money together later."

Yan Laoer thought to himself: Is there such a good thing?

Pay later?

But I also know that this is for Liang Manshan's face, and people don't worry that they will default on the debt.

He wanted to say no, logically they want so much, they should pay a deposit in advance, but after thinking about it, he held back.

Man Shan is also kind.

Four large vats were buckled and tied on the bullock cart, Yan Laoer and Qi Si, each holding a jar, and the other four jars were stuffed in the mouth of the vat with straw bags, tightly blocked.

The 120 catties of salt were put in the middle of the four large vats and covered with several layers of pockets.

One thing to say here is that Yan Lao Er did not forget what his daughter Qian Ding Wan Wan said, and brought back all the bags containing the medicine.

It is just separated between the cylinder and the cylinder.

When they got to the village, Yan Laoer was not in a hurry to let Sanbao into the yard.

Directly at the big rock, put the big vat around one by one on the ground, and arrange the jars and jars.

Come on, show.

The jar is the largest, followed by the jar, and the clay pot is the smallest.

It is very intuitive to compare the size together.

Then tell everyone how many copper plates it is, and place an order on demand.

Yan Lao Er was regretting that his daughter was not here, and his eldest nephew and niece were not there, so he could only go to the battle to record himself, not wanting to catch Liang Fengnian at a glance.

"Fengnian, come quickly, whoever wants which one and how many, please help uncle remember."

Liang Fengnian didn't doubt that he was there, so he answered, and took out the notebook and pen he was carrying with him.

Several old men who are resident in Dashitou first commented.

"This vat is rough, not as good as the one in our town."

"You are old and dizzy. Take a closer look. It has nothing to do with craftsmanship. It's a matter of earth. It's not detailed. If you don't believe me, you can touch it with your hands."

"It's true, you still have good eyesight."

"It's a few pennies cheaper than ours. It looks good and depends on what it can do, as long as it can be used."

"The materials used are solid."

"My family has to buy two, one is too small and not enough."

"I have to buy the jar too. I'll see if the bottom is glued well..." Uncle Hu picked up the jar to look at the bottom, stared at it for a while, and said, "It's quite thick, and it shouldn't burn out."

He plans to use it to stew meat, it is more delicious than an iron pot.

The two brothers Hu Da and Hu Er both wore slingshots when they went into the mountains, and they could hunt some wild animals almost every day, and their food was one of the best in the village.

Uncle Hu is rich and powerful, so he ordered three large vats, four jars, and four jars.

Village head Luo aimed at the big vat, and ordered three, plus three jars.

The old men made their moves one after another.

Those who passed by did not miss it.

Li Xuemei heard the commotion outside in the yard, walked out to have a look, Feng Nian seemed to be counting the number.

He reckoned that he was already familiar with this job.

You don't have to raise your eyes, you don't need someone to announce your name, you just pick up the pen and write.

This chapter is the addition of the month-end sprint event~

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I dawdled until the morning, completely turning the day and night upside down~ I went to sleep first, and then continued when I got up at night, Ann~( # ^.^ # )~