MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 198 Fried pancakes

Erlang took his time and poured himself a large bowl of water to quench his thirst. Then under Dalang's urging eyes, he took out the thick stack of paper from his arms and placed it on the table.

Then he dug out his left and right trouser pockets and shook out a pile of broken copper plates, which clattered onto the table, making a crisp metal collision sound.

Qin Yao was shocked, and her first reaction was that the brothers and sisters were collecting protection money.

He quickly picked up the paper on the table and looked at it. There were fifteen pieces of paper in total. On them were Erlang's neat notes. He wrote about how much deposit he had received from so and so, and agreed to deliver the goods before three months. He also printed his fingerprints with ink.

　　It was actually a handwritten order!

 The goods ordered are the divine book boxes.

Qin Yao looked at the copper plates on the table, and then at Liu Erlang, who was fussing, and laughed out loud in disbelief, "Okay, Liu Erlang, the sales share will definitely be yours!"

Erlang was waiting for this sentence. He was smiling from ear to ear, with a missing front tooth exposing a black hole. Sanlang and Siniang pointed at him and quickly covered his mouth again.

But when he looked at his eldest brother and younger brothers and sisters, his eyes were full of pride. Look, he said that A Niang would definitely not blame him for selling the book box.

As soon as he thought this, Qin Yao glanced over and reminded: "It will rain tomorrow."

Liu Erlang couldn't laugh when he heard this. Ink and paper were too precious to get wet.

 Unfortunately, he had already sold the book box, so he had to beg Da Lang to help him pack books for a few more days.

Brothers and brothers settled their accounts, Dalang calculated a serious account, saying, "Two" two "rent a day."

Erlang glared at him sadly, gritted his teeth, "Okay!"

Qin Yao waved her hand and drove them out of the main room to make dinner. The room became quiet. She picked up the copper plates on the table and clicked them. There were one hundred and fifty coins.

 Fifteen orders were placed, and a deposit of ten cents was received for each order.

The total price of the divine book box has not been stated on the order, but Erlang’s first book box was sold for five cents, so he thought it would be five cents, or slightly more expensive, which these rich young men would be able to accept.

Carpenter Liu knows more about the cost of wood and time. Qin Yao plans to go to him to set the price when she returns from sending her children to school tomorrow morning.

Also, maybe they can take the initiative to promote the magical book box this time.

This is easier to sell than a water mill. It’s done right away. There is no after-sales service, no installation is required, and the transportation cost is very low.

 Although a book box only earns two or three taels of silver, the market is broader and the profit ratio is higher.

I just don’t know if Bai Shan, who went south, has come back. If we can cooperate again, Liujiacun’s pillar industry will be there.

Most importantly, making book boxes does not involve the risk of quarrying. Logging is much safer than quarrying, and she does not need to lead a team to excavate rocks every time.

This can also save some time to work on the vegetable plots and fields.

Now in February, the weather is getting warmer day by day, and the winter wheat in the fields is ready to be harvested again. Every household in the village is busy working in the fields, and women are busy weaving in the village. Farmers can have free time all year round. Time is really very little.

If her and Carpenter Liu's small workshop cannot receive a steady stream of orders, the villagers will not come to work in the factory during the busy farming season.

 Even if wages are higher than farming, food still comes first.

 Because under the small-scale peasant economy system, people are self-sufficient and there is no excess grain for sale on the market, so they can feed so many people who are out of work.

With fewer people growing food, food prices will rise accordingly. At that time, the wages in hand will not be enough to buy food to satisfy hunger.

 People in the village have long been accustomed to this way of life, which is hard but down-to-earth.

 It was a pain for Qin Yao. She tried very hard to adapt, but she still couldn't integrate. Who likes real farming?

 She likes to live in a rural B&B with internet, electricity, bathroom, toilet, smart appliances, and a comfortable and tidy environment.

 The first few conditions cannot be achieved in this life, at least the last one must be achieved.

 This is also the reason why everyone wants to study and take the imperial examination.

 The corvee and taxation of the Sheng Kingdom were much better than those of the previous dynasty, but the pressure on ordinary people was still great.

 Especially compared with modern farmers, there is almost a qualitative gap.

 At least in future generations, you won’t have to die if you can’t pay the grain tax.

By the way, future generations will no longer need to pay grain taxes.

 “Mom, it’s time to eat!”

The twins ran into the house holding bowls and chopsticks, and the cheerful atmosphere pulled Qin Yao out of her sadness.

 She strung up all the copper plates and put them away, clearing the table, lit the oil lamp, and prepared to eat.

Dalang and Erlang cooked porridge, stir-fried a bowl of green vegetables and a plate of bacon slices as side dishes. The salty aroma of the bacon and the freshness of the green vegetables were mixed with a mouthful of white porridge to drink. It was very appetizing.

　　After dinner, it was completely dark, but I couldn’t rest yet. I had to prepare tomorrow’s breakfast and lunch so that I could take them to school.

Dalang wanted to make pancakes. When he was just making dinner, he made the dough first. Now after finishing dinner, he rested for a while. The time was just right and the dough was quite plump.

Erlang cut the bacon into a piece, washed it and chopped it into pieces. He also picked a handful of thin bamboo shoots that were picked from the mountain two days ago, cooked and spread out to dry under the eaves, soaked them for a while, chopped them and mixed them with the bacon. .

 Finally, wrap this fragrant filling in the dough that Dalang has kneaded, and fry it in an iron pan.

If He saw this kind of practice, he would definitely call it a waste.

 But Qin Yao has never skimped on food. The four brothers and sisters of Dalang have gradually become accustomed to the heavy oil and salt cooking method. They only think about how to make delicious food. They rarely think about such things as consuming oil.

It was late at night, and waves of aroma wafted out from the kitchen. Qin Yao was lying on the bed wondering when the ten acres of wheat in the field would be harvested. She was about to fall asleep after thinking about it, but was instantly awakened by this delicious aroma.

 Getting up and walking outside the kitchen, the two older ones were working in front of the stove, while the two younger ones stood behind and craned their necks to watch.

Saburo was so greedy that his saliva flowed out. He sucked hard and swallowed again, "Big brother and second brother, it smells so good~"

Erlang took out the first batch of pancakes and put them on a plate. Sanlang reached out and wanted to take them, but his brother mercilessly slapped them away.

 “Idiot, I’ll burn you to death!” Erlang scolded.

　　 Saburo felt aggrieved.

Finally, Erlang was soft-hearted, but he still took out a small bowl and placed it on the chopping board aside. He handed each of the twins a pair of chopsticks and said, "Let it cool before eating, okay?"

 “Hmmmm!” The two little ones nodded vigorously and blew happily into the bowls.

When it cooled down a bit, Siniang broke the cake into small pieces. She and her younger brother tasted it first, then picked it up and shook it and handed it to the older brother's mouth.

Dalang was busy with his hands. He opened his mouth and took the filled pancake into his mouth. The dough was crispy, the filling was salty, and the bamboo shoots were cooked just right. They were crispy and a little sweet. It was particularly delicious.

But there seems to be a little too much oil. Erlang will have to filter the oil for the next batch, otherwise the pancakes will taste greasy when the oil is cold tomorrow. (End of chapter)