Chapter 25 Why not eat minced meat? (Big Chapter)

Yang Mu sneered and said, "So you just agreed so quickly, are you going to regret it after returning to the village?"

Yang Wen gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He was hoping that those big men would wake up soon so that they could hold Yang Mu back for a while.

Unfortunately, the five people on the donkey cart were as quiet as chickens.

Yang Mu took out a small ink cartridge from his arms and said, "I'll do it dozens of times. If you don't press your fingerprints, I'll go to the county government office."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Yang Wen didn't expect that Yang Mul even brought ink cartridges, and was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Then I saw her starting to count down, with a "If you don't press your fingerprints, I will really leave" attitude.

Yang Wen grabbed the ink cartridge, angrily pressed his fingerprints on the two pieces of paper, and then gave the paper to Yang Mu angrily.

He didn't expect that a mere village girl could be so difficult to deal with!

The corner of Yang Mu's mouth was slightly raised, and he took the two pieces of paper. After examining them carefully, he smiled and said to Zhou Dazhuang and Old Man Niu behind him: "Leave the people behind and let's go back to the village."

Yang Wen kept watching Yang Mu and Zhou Dazhuang carry five people off the donkey cart, and his face looked a little better.

Yang Mu sat on the donkey cart and smiled at Yang Wen: "Tomorrow, I want to see my mother's silver bracelet."

Yang Wen snorted coldly and walked away.

The silver bracelet was very well made. Originally, his mother was going to give it as a betrothal gift to her daughter-in-law, so it seemed like she had to steal it.

Yang Mu shook the paper in his hand and said, "Otherwise, I will come to ask for it."

Yang Wen staggered with anger and looked at Yang Mu with eyes filled with viciousness.

Yang Wu jogged a few steps, caught up with his brother, and supported him as he walked away.

Zhou Dazhuang scratched his head and asked, "Sister Mu, are we really not going to the county government?"

Yang Mu nodded, took out two silver coins from his arms, gave one to Old Man Niu and Zhou Dazhuang, and said, "Thank you both very much for today."

Old Man Niu shook his head hurriedly and said no, but he took the silver in his hand honestly.

Zhou Dazhuang really doesn’t want it.

But Yang Mu forced the money to Zhou Dazhuang and said, "This is what it should be! Without you, I wouldn't be able to get this money today."

Firstly, she really thanked the two of them, and secondly, she also hoped that if this matter got into trouble in the future and witnesses were needed, they would just keep silent for the sake of money.

In fact, she has not received Yang Wen's money yet, but she has Yang Wen's handle and is not afraid that he will not pay back the money.

Zhou Dazhuang couldn't resist, and his family was really in trouble, so he finally accepted the money.

The three of them returned to the village in a donkey cart, and it was already dusk.

It was dinner time, and the village was very lively. Some people chased the child to feed him, some squatted in front of the house to eat with bowls in their hands, and occasionally there were one or two dogs barking.

The old man Niu got five taels of silver for nothing, and he was in a good mood, so he went to get a drink.

Yang Mu and Zhou Dazhuang went to Aunt Wang's house to pick up Yang Shitou.

Yang Shitou was sitting in the yard, eating with Aunt Wang and Sister-in-law Zhu. Blind Zhou was eating in the house by himself and did not come out.

Aunt Wang's family ate porridge and steamed buns today, with one fried radish and one fried cabbage.

Yang Shitou was a small man sitting at the low table, holding a bowl larger than his face and immersed in cooking.

But if you look closely, you will find that Xiao Douding only scooped up the rice, but did not stuff much into his mouth.

Aunt Wang's family only knew that Yang Mu called Zhou Dazhuang and hurried out, but they didn't know what happened.

Now seeing the two of them coming back, Aunt Wang was busy greeting them for dinner.

Yang Mu thought that there was Mu Dalang at home, so he refused and took Yang Shitou away.

After the two left, Aunt Wang discovered that there was still half a bowl of gruel in Yang Shitou's bowl.

"If his sister had cooked it, he would have finished eating it long ago!" Aunt Wang muttered.

During this time, she found that Yang Shitou had a big appetite, so she served the child some more porridge.

Unexpectedly, even children who are not picky eaters wouldn't buy her dark cuisine.

Sister-in-law Zhu served Zhou Dazhuang a bowl of porridge and invited her husband to eat.

Zhou Dazhuang is a peony chewer. No matter how unpalatable the rice is, there will be nothing left.

Aunt Wang finally felt some comfort in her heart as she watched her son hululu as he drank porridge and devoured steamed buns.

Yang Mu and Yang Shitou pushed open the door of their courtyard and saw the panda chewing the only table in the courtyard and demolishing the house.

Yang Mu hurriedly ran over, picked up this panda with an awkward nature, and gave him a lesson.

Yang Shitou looked at the panda's fat face being rounded and flattened by his sister. He kept laughing and stood on tiptoes, trying to move the panda.

Yang Mu handed the panda to his younger brother and entered the west room himself.

Mu Dalang has been very drowsy after taking medicine recently. Even when he is awake, he is in a daze.

But when Yang Mu came in today, he found him writing at his desk.

"What are you writing?" She leaned over curiously.

Mu Dalang raised his eyes to look at her and asked: "Writing a storybook, what should I eat for dinner?"

Yang Mudao: "I bought a few sesame seed cakes to deal with them."

Mu Dalang immersed himself in writing again.

Yang Mu went to see what he had written, and it turned out to be the Legend of the White Snake.

She had told this story to him last night. Unexpectedly, he had started to write it by adding more details to it.

Yang Mu quietly left and heated biscuits and porridge for the hard-working employees.

Dinner was eaten on the table in the West Room.

Mu Dalang was eating sesame seed cakes and drinking porridge, and asked, "Has the storybook been sold?"

After she came back today, she was anxious to deal with Yang Wen, so the two of them didn't talk about it yet.

Yang Mu nodded, "Forty Liang!"

Mu Dalang curled his lips, seemingly dissatisfied with the price.

Yang Mu stood up, found a silver coin, gave it to Mu Dalang, and said, "Hey, I promised to share the labor fee with you."

Mu Dalang glanced at the small silver lock and said calmly: "You can keep it and treat it as medicine money."

Yang Mu put away the money without any courtesy, without any intention of giving in, and then shamelessly asked: "Give it to me this time, or give it to me in the future?"

Mu Dalang raised his eyes to look at her. The girl's beautiful big eyes were full of expectation and calculation.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly and he said, "I'll give it all to you."

It was only a few taels of silver, but he, the dignified Lin Dalang, really looked down upon it and regarded it as just medicine and food expenses.

At this time, he did not know that he would develop the habit of paying "household expenses" from then on.

After dinner, Yang Mu boiled medicine for Mu Dalang and made butter.

Yang Mu got more than five kilograms of milk today and divided half of it to make butter.

Butter needs to be whipped at high speed. Although there is no electric mixer, Yang Mu is very powerful and can continue to stir at high speed. In just ten minutes, the butter separates.

Wash the butter in cold well water to remove excess milk, and the butter will become like dough.

Yang Mu shared the separated skim milk with Yang Shitou and Panda.

Yang Shitou drank milk for the first time, and his big eyes were widened. When he finished drinking the milk, he licked his lips with endless aftertaste.

The panda's portion of milk comes in a small basin.

The panda took a sip and then couldn't stop. His whole face was buried in the basin, making a lot of noise.

After Yang Shitou finished drinking the milk, he turned to look at the panda and started giggling.

"Ball, lick the basin!"

Yang Mu, who was busy, looked up and laughed.

The panda eats milk all over its face, but only cares about licking the basin. It can be as cute as possible.

Yang Mu stretched and after relieving his fatigue, he continued to work on making cream.

First, he heated the milk over the fire, then Yang Mu put a few egg yolks given by Aunt Wang into a basin and beat them evenly, then added starch and flour.

Pour the milk into the egg bowl, heat and melt, then add butter and a small amount of sugar.

Yang Mu took a deep breath, used his Qilin Arm, and stirred like crazy.

When the stirring arm starts to get sore, the cream is finally done.

Looking at the pot of cream, Yang Mu really felt that the era of mixers was such a good era!
To be continued...