Chapter 77 Baozi

After Molan and others finished dinner safely, Feng and Cui did not find him. It seems that Dalang should not have said that his hand was knocked by Molan after he went back, otherwise they would have to make trouble with their temper.

After cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, Mo Lan took her mistress to dig her mother-in-law. She was going to cook some mother-in-law tea for everyone in the evening, which was good for her health.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and finally finished transplanting rice seedlings. Mo Changhe went to Qiu's mother's house to help, while Mo Quan was running in the village, busy buying the ten mu of land. I hope that the land deed will be completed as soon as possible, and they will start work as soon as possible.

Molan is standing in front of the ten mu of land she likes at this moment. The roadside is an open piece of land, and the yard is a little small. Next to it is the vegetable field. Some vegetables have to be destroyed. There is no need to destroy the vegetables on both sides. When the vegetables are collected, we will see what to grow next year.

Behind the vegetable field is the wheat field. Seeing how much wheat will be destroyed in this way, Molan is a little distressed. The grain is the painstaking efforts of the farmers. If it is not destroyed, the house will not be built enough. Fortunately, it is estimated that half an acre of this area will be destroyed. They bought it and When the time comes, the shop doesn't have to buy white noodles. It's enough to collect the wheat and grind it yourself.

"Why did the girl Lan come here?" Molan was thinking about it when a familiar voice suddenly came to her ear.

She turned her head and saw that it was Grandpa who led the ground guard. She hurriedly smiled and shouted.

"Big nephew, look, the innermost piece of land is the big fortune. He has four acres of land there. I wanted to buy one acre of land, but he said that four acres should be sold together, and one acre costs ten taels of silver. Isn't this a trap? There is no such expensive land in this area. Mo Quan pointed to the wheat field in the distance and said to Dibao Liu Dingzi.

"Uncle, what you said is reasonable. The price of Dafa is endless, which is worth ten taels of silver. If we don't buy him, it will make him uneasy and kind." Di Bao nodded and followed Mo Quan's words.

"Yes, all the people here agree to sell it. It's just his family's, and the eldest nephew's words are also reasonable. We don't need his acre of land, just don't buy it. These nine mu have been negotiated, but please ask the eldest nephew to handle the deed procedures as soon as possible. At that time, the uncle will definitely come to thank you in person. Mo Quan smiled. He smiled.

"What the uncle said, they all live in a village. You're welcome. But uncle, my nephew asked too much, how do you buy this old land? It's dozens of taels of silver. Uncle, is this Fela? Di Bao was obviously curious, and his eyes flashed and asked Mo Quan.

"To tell my nephew, we also bought it for others. They pay for money, and we help run errands." What Mo Quan said was discussed by them at home.

"And this matter, who is so rich, uncle, let's talk about it." The local guard did not give up and continued to ask.

"It's a big household in the town. I like my family's cooking skills. I want to open a shop in this pimple, so I'm going to give money to help us." Mo Quan said half-truthly.

"Is there a restaurant here? Uncle, can someone come to the restaurant here? Don't lose a lot of money then." The ground guard frowned, obviously not optimistic about the business.

"Who said no? How can I understand the ideas of those big families? But they don't care whether it's a loss or not. Let's do it well for others. If they pay for it, we will contribute. But the eldest nephew has to help his uncle keep it a secret first, but he won't allow him to talk about it. After saying that, Mo Quan sighed.

"What the uncle said is that we just do it well for others. Uncle, don't worry, I promise no one will say it. I estimate that the deed will be completed in another three or two days, and I will send it to my uncle at that time." The ground guard patted his chest to ensure it.

"It's really troublesome for my eldest nephew. At that time, my uncle will have to thank you very much. If you start to make a food shop, you have to take care of my eldest nephew." Mo Quan accompanied a smiling face and said thank you.

Di Bao said a few polite words and turned around and left.

Molan also pulled her grandfather's clothes and walked back while chattering.

Life goes by so fast that a month has passed in the blink of an eye. These days, major events have not happened, but there are many trivial things. For example, Erlang went to a private school. For example, the shops and houses are being covered in full swing, and the wells and vegetable cellars are also dug.

For another example, Molan went to the town many times with Mochang River, looking at tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans. Oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, seasonings, etc. are also looking for a suitable meat stall to prepare for the shop.

When building a house, a lot of people were invited, and many people from the same village came to help. The Mo family did not treat people badly. The basic meals were put in a lot of fat meat, and the salary was paid once a day. Therefore, those who came to work to help were praised, and the working time was also particularly hard, resulting in the

Of course, there are also those who fish in troubled waters. There are those lazy people. I heard that the Mo family's food is good, and they pay for the salary, so they run to help. I will move a brick for you for half a day, and help you and then help you with the mud later. Only when it's time to eat,

I remember that once when a lazy man left, he had to pay for it. Molan stretched out his hand with a smile and said to him, "Uncle Big Dog, is the lunch delicious?" Bring me the money for the meal.

I remember that at that time, the big dog said that he had come to help with his work. Why didn't he pay for his salary? Instead, he had to pay for lunch, which made everyone laugh at him. He left dismay.

The funny thing is that he came again the next day. At lunch, he went to the cauldron to get his food. Molan was not annoyed. He reached out to him with a smile and said, "Uncle Dog, pay first and then eat. Did you bring yesterday's meal with you?"

In the laughter of the crowd, the big dog didn't eat lunch and cursed and left. But Molan left a shrewd impression on everyone.

"Mom, there is a little more stuffing. We sell steamed buns. If there is too little stuffing, others will feel at a loss. I won't buy it next time." Molan looked at Qiu's steamed buns and told her.

"All right, my mother is used to it carefully. It's a little heartbreaking to wrap this old stuffing." Qiu listened to his daughter's words and added some more stuffing.

Mo Lan looked at her grandmother and mother's steamed buns, and her hands were also itchy. Today is the first time for them to officially sell steamed buns. Although they have steamed twice before, everyone said it was delicious, but they were still a little nervous when it officially began.

For example, I'm afraid that the alkali of the noodles is too big or too small. When the alkali is too big, it will be steamed to turn yellow. When the alkali is too small, the steamed buns will be ugly, so the noodles are finished. When rubbing, Molan first looked at the bee's eyes after the cut, which

I also tasted the steamed bun stuffing. I'm afraid it will be salty or light. The oil is boiled, and the peppercorn and large ingredients are fried in the oil. This is also considered oil, which is more delicious than putting in the oil directly.

The meat used was half fat and thin. Qiu and Liu chopped it for a long time before it was chopped. Mo Lan did not let water, but put some big bone soup in, which smelled fragrant.

Liu's hands are very skillful. The noodles are evenly squeezed. The size is almost the same. The skin is well rolled, fast and even. On the contrary, Qiu's hands are a little careless. The appearance of the steamed buns is not too the same. Some are pinched well, some are ugly, and the stuffing is

"Milk, mother, I'll try it, too." Mo Lan asked the meaning of the two people, because in this era, it is no better to give children noodles than in modern times. Here, if you let children play with noodles, it is to waste food and lose life, so ordinary people will not let children do it.

"This is not a game. My mother can't make a good bag. If Lan'er wants to learn, you can learn it next time when we pack by ourselves." Qiu didn't agree. This steamed bun is going to be sold. If the daughter's bag is broken, one will be missing.

"If I wrap it out, give it to my mother, and let me try it." Mo Lan smiled and begged Qiu.

"If you want to try, just try one. If you don't have a good bag, you will give up." Qiu took a look at Molan and promised her, thinking that if her daughter's bag was broken, she would eat less at noon, which would be regarded as compensation for her daughter's waste of noodles.

"Oh, it's so nice, mother." Molan answered excitedly. Her hands were washed clean, so she didn't need to wash them. She picked up the dough and began to punch the stuffing inside. After punching the stuffing, she first pinched a big fold, and then began to pinch the small fold along, and finally pinched together. The top was round, the folds were even and neat,

"Lan'er, why do you pinch this? It's better than your mother's. Who taught you?" Qiu looked at the steamed buns made by her daughter and was surprised.

"No one taught me. I think you wrapped it like this, so did I." Molan said, but she smiled in her heart. In modern times, her mother-in-law often praised that her steamed buns and dumplings were beautiful. The size was the same. She could open a restaurant and sell it. Her knife skill was not bad. The vegetable was cut, which made her mother-in-law and relatives pick their thumbs up.

In fact, Molan is not satisfied with the steamed bun she is wrapping now. She always feels that her hands are not obedient and her hands are not big enough, which is far worse than the modern one.

"Lan girl is skillful. Some people are born fine and make beautiful things." Wang looked at her granddaughter's steamed buns and praised them.

"The fine is good, the fine is good, Lan'er's skillful mother is happy, unlike her mother's cares." Qiu also smiled happily, even happier than being praised by herself.

"All in, it's almost enough for a pot. The tip of the curtain will wake up, and the plum girl's water will almost boil. When the water boils, it will be steamed. Wang saw that the curtain was full, which made his daughter-in-law go down.

The steamed buns came out of the pot for more than a quarter of an hour. Molan watched her mother hold the big cage and put it on the chopping board next to her. She walked over. The steamed buns were steamed and blurred the face. Through the heat, the steamed buns were quite big, and the color was not white. Natural color, no chemical bleaching, powder, fragrant noodles, and healthy to eat.