MTL - Unlimited Supplies: Take the Space Supermarket To Support the Right Minister-Chapter 61 we lied to you

  Chapter 61 We lied to you

  Under Yu Xiaolian's gaze, Da'an said anxiously, "Sister, actually...actually, the two of us don't know how to burn charcoal. At that time, we lied to sell more money."

Xiaoan also said, "We saw that the adults in the village burned charcoal, and thought it was quite simple, but when we burned it ourselves, either the heat was too high, or the time was not enough. The first kiln burned to ashes, and the second kiln did not burn. become."

  Yu Xiaolian breathed a sigh of relief.

   She was scared to death. She had been thinking about it for the past few days, thinking that the medicine she gave had killed An Ziniang.

  It seems that good things can't be done casually in the future, it's too scary.

Da'an took a peek at Yu Xiaolian's face, saw that her face was not as scary as before, and said boldly, "Sister, the charcoal hasn't been burned, but we have spent all the money you gave. Do you want firewood for your family?" Now, we can bring firewood to you again."

Yu Xiaolian heard that burning charcoal is a technical job, so first put a large amount of wood neatly into the kiln, and it must be relatively thick wood, so that the charcoal burned is relatively large, not easy to break, and of good quality .

   These two little ones burned two kilns, how much wood did they have to cut?

  Although burning charcoal failed, the hard work was the same.

   The mood after the failure must be even worse.

  One bundle of firewood is five Wen, and the first time I sent twenty bundles of firewood, it was one hundred Wen.

  The second time I sent 30 bundles of firewood, it was 150 Wen.

   So the two little guys still owe her two hundred and fifty coins.

  Two hundred and five, this is really not an auspicious number.

  Yu Xiaolian waved her small hand, "No need, I have enough firewood. How is your mother? Is she well?"

  Da'an immediately said, "Okay, sister, the medicine you gave, my mother stopped being cold after taking it for a while, and she was still sweating all over. It was my mother who asked the two of us to come and admit our mistakes to you today."

   "I'm sorry sister, we shouldn't lie, let alone cheat your money."

   As the two little ones spoke, they were about to kneel down for Yu Xiaolian, but Yu Xiaolian pulled her up.

   "I can't talk about cheating or not. You are really catching up with the difficult time. I can understand."

  If they had no space and were kicked out by Mrs. Yu, I am afraid that they would be worse than them now. At least they still have a home and a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

   Fortunately, God has treated her well and given her this space in the supermarket so that she doesn't have to worry about three meals a day.

   "Sister, my mother said, if you don't want firewood, just wait for a while, our family collects the food, and then pay you back."

   "Tell your mother that you don't have to pay back the money, and let her take care of her body."

  Yu Xiaolian pushed open the gate of her courtyard and waved goodbye to the two little ones.

   "Sister, we will definitely practice burning charcoal when we go back, and we will definitely burn the best charcoal to give to my sister." Daan shouted in the courtyard.

  Xiao An pursed her mouth and almost cried, "Brother, sister is really a good person."

  Daan nodded in agreement, "So, the two of us must burn a kiln of the best charcoal for my sister."

   "But why doesn't the uncle in the village want to teach us?"

   "You are stupid, charcoal burning is a craft and can make money. Of course they don't want to spread it. If everyone knows it, who will spend money on charcoal?"

  …

  Yu Xiaolian didn't eat barbecue and hot pot in the end because there was no carbon at home, but she changed to spicy hot pot.

  Fatty beef rolls, cuttlefish balls, beef balls, crispy bone sausage, tripe, enoki mushrooms, lettuce, coriander, whatever she likes.

  Actually, Yu Xiaolian is also the first time to make a spicy hot pot. She used to go out to eat or order takeaway. It is estimated that she is not very good at cooking when she is almost 30 years old, so she is the only one.

   Fortunately, there is a package of spicy pot in the supermarket, with detailed instructions on it.

  Yu Xiaolian followed the instructions in the recipe, first cooked all the meat ingredients, and then scalded the vegetables with boiling water.

  Finally, heat the oil in a pan, heat the oil and put the base material to fry until fragrant, then pour all the ingredients into it and stir fry.

  Because the ingredients are all cooked, you only need to briefly stir-fry a few times to coat the ingredients with the sauce and then put them on the plate.

  The aroma of the spicy hot pot is tangy, and the spicy taste is particularly strong.

  Especially in ancient times, there was no such thing as a range hood, and the whole kitchen was filled with a choking and spicy smell.

   But if you want to eat spicy and delicious food, you must not be afraid of choking.

  The spicy hot pot is ready. Considering that Yu Changhe is still drinking traditional Chinese medicine and is not suitable for spicy food, he made two non-spicy dishes for Yu Changhe.

  Take out the quick-frozen toothpick meat, put it in the pan and pass the hot oil, and the simple toothpick meat is ready.

   One more shot of cucumber, you can eat.

  The spicy hot pot is expensive, so Yu Xiaolian specially asked Sun to cook more rice.

  Since Mrs. Sun ate the self-heating small hot pot that time, she has been thinking about eating this spicy food.

   But considering that Yu Changhe couldn't eat, she just refrained from doing it.

  When the red hot and spicy pot was served on the kang table, everyone swallowed unconsciously.

  In order to make it easier for Yu Changhe to eat, his family has been eating on the kang recently.

  Every household in the north has a small kang table, and some people even put it in the middle of the kang table when they are sleeping.

  Yu Xiaolian first gave Yu Changhe a toothpick meat, and then gave Sun a spicy hot pot.

   Mrs. Sun took a bite of the fat beef roll, "It's delicious, really delicious, but it's a bit numb."

   "Mother, drink a bag of milk to relieve the spiciness."

  Yu Xiaolian handed Yu Changhe a bag of pure milk.

  She drank ice soda with Mrs. Sun. Fortunately, the supermarket came with her, otherwise, how could she drink icy soda on a hot day.

  Thank God, thank Jesus, thank the Virgin Mary.

  Yu Changhe reached out his hand to touch the iced soda, "I want to drink cold ones too, don't I want this kind of sandy drink."

  Yu Changhe drank carbonated drinks some time ago, but he didn't like this kind of aerated drink.

  Yu Xiaolian gave Yu Changhe another bottle of iced hawthorn juice.

  Yu Changhe unscrewed it and took a sip.

   It’s still delicious when it’s cold. On a hot day, drink it in your mouth and feel refreshed in your heart.

  But after taking a look at the fragrant spicy hot pot, whether he could eat it or not, he couldn't help but glared at Yu Xiaolian.

  Tomorrow I have to go out to buy charcoal, hot pot and barbecue, here I come!

The next day, after Yu Xiaolian cooked the soup for Yu Changhe, she used the three-layer food box she bought in the town last time to pack a few snacks, and planned to go out to test the market conditions. She had already inquired about it a few days ago. Approximate prices for pastries in this era.

   But she is a roadside stall, so she must not be able to sell it at the same price as the shop.

  And most of the people she sells are peddlers in the busy market.

  Because a real lady, the noble lady will not visit the vegetable market.

  Daliang’s rule is that you must set up a street stall in the downtown area. Regardless of whether you sell something or not, you have to pay the stall fee every day.

   Recently, after she delivered Yu Changhe acupuncture, she often wandered around here, and she was already very familiar with the nearby streets.

  The shops in good locations are not for sale, and the shops to be sold are either in bad locations or in a bad business.

   Moreover, Yu Xiaolian and the owner of the Yaxing shop inquired about it. Any shop facing the street in Yangcheng costs several thousand taels.

  If it is a big shop in a good location, it will cost tens of thousands of taels.

  Yu Xiaolian only has a few hundred taels in his hands now, and it is a long way to go if he wants to buy a shop.

  (end of this chapter)