The twilight is closing, and the lanterns are beginning to light up.

In the study room of Wangjiadongzhuang's old house, Wang Song was scolded by his father as soon as he said he wanted to return the book in Xue Zijin's hand.

"Those books were sold at bookstores with marked prices. Jiaojiao'er just bought them back, and you rushed to get them. Why are you so shameless?"

"Father! My son is also entrusted by others."

Wang Song helplessly straightened his sleeves and robe, he didn't want to care about this matter!

But Zisheng spent the entire afternoon trying to get him to help redeem those books.

He was so troubled that he lost his temper, so he shamelessly came back to find his father.

"Don't Zijin like farming? Zisheng is willing to give her fifty acres of land in exchange..."

"If we don't change, my Wang family will not lack the fifty acres of land."

Wang Boliang interrupted his son and threw the tea cup back onto the low table with a bang, causing the lid to almost fall off.

He had read the Farm Tool Forging Book, and the iron-making technology in it was not simple.

Not to mention that his granddaughter loves this book very much, even if the Li family really wants to buy it back, fifty acres of land is too hard to find.

Before the father and son could reach a conclusion, there was a knock on the study door.

"Master! It's time for dinner. Miss Xue brought back an iron pot and even cooked some new dishes herself!"

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The side hall of the main courtyard of the old house.

The old couple of the Wang family sat at the top, and the brother and sister Wang Song and Wang Shuzhen sat opposite each other.

Xue Zijin knelt down obediently beside Mrs. Wang and introduced the new dishes on the table to everyone attentively.

"This is mapo tofu, this is braised pork ribs, this is sweet and sour pork, this is kung pao chicken..."

After introducing a table of dishes that were all delicious, delicious, and delicious, she gave each of the two old men at the top a piece of pork ribs that were cooked soft and glutinous, but did not fall apart.

"Grandpa and grandma, try this braised pork ribs first and see if it tastes better than the usual stews?"

"Hey! Okay, okay... Jiaojiao, please eat quickly! I heard that you are very tired today because of that iron pot!"

The two old men smiled so hard that they couldn't see their teeth, and their voices were full of kindness.

Wang Shuzhen tightened the chopsticks in her hands, bit her lip and mustered up the courage to pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork for her brother opposite.

"Brother! You like sweets, will you like this dish if you try it?"

Wang Song picked up the strips of meat and put them into his mouth, his calm eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yeah! Not bad."

Wang Boliang glared at his son angrily: "Humph! It's so delicious, so I'll give it a fair rating, so don't eat it."

Wang Song was used to being scolded, so he ignored his father and raised his hand to pick up another bright red tenderloin for himself.

"How did Zijin know how to cook in an iron pot? Where did these recipes come from?"

Xue Zijin, who was named, looked up and met a pair of searching dark eyes.

Well!

This uncle's eyes are so sharp, he is worthy of being a prefect.

Xue Zijin blinked and said with a magnanimous expression: "I bought a few books at the book store in Jinyang City yesterday. One of them is a collection of recipes. It says that these dishes must be fried in an iron pot."

She pouted: "I went to the iron shop to buy an iron pot, and the blacksmith laughed at me. He said pig iron couldn't be made into an iron pot, so he told me not to cause trouble.

In anger, I followed the iron-making techniques in another farm tool forging book and smelted the iron myself to make this iron pot."

Anyway, everyone knows that she bought books, so she has nothing to worry about.

While Wang Shuzhen was picking up vegetables for her daughter, she said angrily: "You! You are just greedy, and you wasted so much pig iron as your grandfather just for the sake of stuttering."

"What's the point? It's not like our family can't afford dozens of kilograms of pig iron."

Mrs. Wang patted her obedient granddaughter's little hand: "Don't listen to your mother, this iron pot is of immeasurable value, you did a good job.

Just buy these food at Zhufeng Restaurant, no matter how expensive it is, some people will be willing to pay for it."

have to say.

Mrs. Wang's idea coincides with Xue Zijin's.

She held the old man's hand in surprise and said, "Really, grandma! Then can I ask my second grandpa to cooperate?"

"Of course!"

After Mrs. Wang was slightly stunned, she immediately said to her son Wang Song: "When you return to the city, tell your second uncle and ask him to come back to the old house for dinner tomorrow at noon."

Wang Boliang also twirled his beard and nodded: "Don't tell him about the iron pot yet, I will surprise him later."

"Yeah! Okay."

Wang Song nodded and kept observing Xue Zijin with a vague gaze.

This girl is a bit evil. She had a dull personality before, but she became lively and cheerful overnight.

And those books came out of nowhere.

Zisheng said that he did not have the so-called Farm Tool Forging Record at all, but Wen Qiaote came to him this morning and said that he wanted to buy a Farm Tool Forging Record from his bookstore.

He said that he did not have this book, but the boy from the Wen family said that the bookstore had just sold a copy to this girl yesterday.

He saw it with his own eyes and read the catalog.

He called the bookstore clerk to inquire and found out that it was indeed true.

He thought it was an orphan copy that the steward had found somewhere, but after asking around, no one knew the origin of the book.

This aroused Zi Sheng's curiosity, and he came to tease him in the afternoon, insisting that he redeem all the dozen or so books that this girl bought from the bookstore.

But with his current attitude, it would be nice if he could get him one or two copies.

Think about this.

Wang Song looked at the little girl and said seriously: "The owner of the book store wants to redeem those books, are you willing?"

Well!

Did Shushi react?

Xue Zijin blinked and tapped the table with his right index and middle fingers.

This was a subconscious action when she was thinking nervously.

Those books are too outrageous, let alone the iron-making techniques in the Forging of Farm Tools.

The delicacies in the recipe book are enough to make any restaurant make a lot of money.

There are also those planting books. As long as the above techniques are implemented, the yield per mu will not be more than 1,000 jins in the 21st century, but it will be 700 to 800 jins!

Compared with the current production capacity of only 200 to 300 kilograms per mu, it is three to four times higher than the current production capacity!

Xue Zijin looked into Wang Song's sharp black eyes and said without any guilt: "Uncle! I bought those books because I like them. Of course I don't want to resell them back!"

As she said that, she bit her lower lip in confusion: "But you are my uncle, I can't offend your face!"

Seeing how reluctant the little girl was to leave, the old couple at the top looked at their son on the right with unkind eyes.

Wang Boliang was about to open his mouth to help, but he heard his good granddaughter came up with a good compromise.

"That's it, uncle! I'll copy those books one by one to the bookstore. Can you think of it?"

Copying books...

Wang Song raised his eyebrows, does this girl have that kind of literary talent?

It's not that he looks down on her...

In fact, as far as he knew, when this girl was in Xuejiacun, she either went up the mountain or went down to the ground every day.
Chapter completed!