Ginger and Meat

Qian Shi was taken aback and remained silent for a long time.

Man Bao rushed into her arms and lifted her little head, her eyes shining as she looked at Qian Shi. "I want Wu Ge to buy meat and chop it up for San Ge to make soup." "It will be perfect with steamed buns."

Qian Shi, with a worried heart, couldn't help but smile and pat her little head. "If you really want to do this, it would be better to just give the money to San Ge directly." Eating meat every day, along with the extra effort required to cook it, not to mention the expenses, will not only burden the laborers but also isolate your San Ge.

But how could Qian Shi not feel heartache for her own son?

Anyway, if her daughter wanted to write an article, she would have to go. Qian Shi thought for a moment and said, "It's getting cold now." Even if the water is boiling hot, it will cool down by the time it's taken over there. Tomorrow, I'll ask your sister-in-law to make two large pancakes for you to take along with the jar. Don't think about buying meat. Just boil some water for them, not just for your San Ge, but also for the laborers in the village.

After some thought, Qian Shi added, "Take a wooden tub from home, pour the boiled water into it, and cover it tightly with a cloth." When the water is boiled, pour it into the tub. The last batch of boiled water, even if it's not scalding, won't be freezing cold. "It will barely warm the stomach."

But Man Bao listened with a puzzled expression and gestured with her fingers, asking, "Mother, did you give San Ge any money?"

Qian Shi looked at her suspiciously, not understanding how the conversation had turned to this. She nodded and said, "In a poor family, I gave him one hundred wen." I thought if he was hungry or sick, he could use the money to buy food or for peace of mind. "What's wrong?"

Man Bao's eyes sparkled as she said, "Since Mother gave San Ge money, other families must have also given money to the laborers." "Mother, let's go and earn our money."

Qian Shi leaned back in her chair and asked, "How do you plan to earn their money?"

Man Bao said, "I'll sell them meat soup for one wen per bowl!"

Qian Shi thought that this child was not only extravagant with her own family but also with others. She asked, "Do you know how much a pound of meat costs?" How much meat do you need to make such a large amount of soup? Cooking meat soup is different from simply boiling water. A clay pot won't work. You'll need to bring the big cauldron from home. It's so big that you'll have to borrow a cart to transport it back and forth. "Not only might you not make money, but you might also lose money."

Man Bao scratched her head, feeling uncertain, and asked, "Will I lose money?"

The system calculated the cost and asked, "How many pounds of meat does the host think are suitable for a pot of soup?"

Man Bao, how would she know?

She went to the kitchen to look at her family's cauldron. Oh, the system called it a pot, but it was actually a cauldron, and it was quite large. They even had two of them because their family was large.

As for the pot mentioned by the system, Man Bao had only seen it in the system's images. She had never seen a pot, especially an iron pot, in her life.

Man Bao squatted in front of her family's large cauldron, feeling lost. She didn't understand how to cook soup and rice, so she went to ask Little Qian Shi, "Sister-in-law, how much meat do I need to make a cauldron of meat soup?"

Little Qian Shi asked, "Little sister, have you struck it rich?"

Man Bao awkwardly rubbed her stomach.

Little Qian Shi said, "It depends on how you want to eat it." If you put a piece of meat in a cauldron of water, it becomes meat soup. If you put a pound of meat in, it's still meat soup. You can even put in two or three pounds. Soup is a matter of taste and texture. "With enough salt, a cauldron of water needs about half a pound."

Oh, right, she also needed to add salt.

Man Bao looked at the salt shaker and felt despondent.

The system also fell silent, and Man Bao returned to her room, pondering what kind of soup could have less salt and meat but still warm the body.

The system spoke without thinking, "Ginger soup."

Man Bao asked, "What is ginger?"

The system looked up the definition of ginger and displayed it along with an image.

Man Bao recognized it immediately. "I've seen this before." "We buy it for the New Year."

The system said, "Ginger has the effect of dispelling cold and warming the body." If the host is unwilling to buy meat, buying ginger is also an option. "It shouldn't be expensive."

Man Bao was delighted and took out all of her money, counting it. She decided to go to the market early the next day to buy ginger and then find San Ge.

Of course, Man Bao wouldn't keep her idea to herself. She first told Wu Ge because she didn't know how to make soup, but Wu Ge did.

Zhou Wulang was excited and very trusting of his sister's idea. "Man Bao, you're really clever." You come up with a way to make money with just one trip. If you go out every day, won't you have a new idea every day?

Man Bao thought he was right and laughed. "I can't help it." "I'm just that smart."

Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang looked at her and laughed.

Zhou Sirlang had already finished eating and was lying in bed. He was still building a house for the Bai family and felt exhausted every day. He pulled the blanket over himself, yawned, and said, "Stop laughing. Ginger is more expensive than meat, you three little fools."

Man Bao was not happy and said, "You're the fool." "In our family, our village, our township, and even our county, I'm the smartest."

This was what the system said!

How could ginger be expensive? The system said it was easy to grow; as long as the soil was fertile, one piece could produce many more. It was especially easy to grow.

Zhou Sirlang's eyes were almost closed, and he murmured, "Even if it's expensive, it's medicine…"

Man Bao couldn't hear clearly and was already discussing tomorrow's plans with Zhou Wulang.

They were lucky. Tomorrow is the big market day, and they can go to the early market. They would find everything being sold on the street, and ginger shouldn't be hard to find.

San Ge, Zhou Wulang, and Zhou Liulang woke up before dawn. Today, Zhou Erlang went to the market as usual and didn't mind bringing the three siblings along with him.

After all, it was winter now, and there was nothing to do at home. A group of children at home were playing with cats and dogs. It was better to go out and spend some energy.

The firewood for the winter at home was already collected, and now Little Qian Shi and her sisters-in-law were mending shoes and socks at home every day. Since there was no work in the vegetable garden, they didn't mind the children running around outside.

After Zhou Erlang took his younger siblings away, Zhou Sirlang looked up and said to his parents, "Man Bao said she wants to buy ginger to make soup instead of meat soup." "Mother, why don't you advise her?"

"What's the use of advising her?" "When she goes to the market, asks about the price, and hits a wall, she will naturally turn back."

Zhou Sirlang said, "Oh," and sat there, waiting for time to pass.

As a result, Qian Shi instructed him, "Go fill the water tank."

Zhou Dalar, who was about to fetch water, stopped in his tracks. Qian Shi said, "Yesterday, it was your older brother who fetched the water." Today, it's your turn. From now on, you will take turns with your three older brothers.

Zhou Sirlang felt like crying.

He reluctantly got up and took the wooden bucket outside.