She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 262: [261] Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 112 (5 more updates)

Chapter 262: [261] Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 112 (5 more updates)

Xiao Yu’s household registration had already been settled with the Liu Family, and the village chief had no reason to withhold the documents. Besides, Zhang Quan had someone get her a pass from the town that would allow her to leave the county and travel to Beijing without any obstructions. Therefore, she no longer needed to curry favor with the village chief, nor did she have to worry about them neglecting the Old Lady.

So, she had the right to refuse their impolite requests.

Initially, she had promised to teach them how to eat seaweed; by now, she had told them how—just mix eggs into boiling water and sprinkle seaweed on top right before serving. You can use whatever condiments you like, but if you ask what’s in the restaurant’s soup, I’m sorry, I won’t tell. It’s a secret recipe; how can I reveal it casually?

You say the nori egg drop soup made by your household doesn’t taste good; what does that have to do with me?

Fine, I won’t tell the secret recipe, but how about telling us how you make the seaweed so thin and evenly cut? You can share that, right?

The result, hehe, she didn’t mention that either, which really annoyed the villagers. They all accused her of not keeping her word, but Xiao Yu chose to ignore it.

What was in the past is past; the present is now. If you were so skilled at changing tactics, why didn’t you do so earlier? Oh, now that you see others making money, you feel jealous?

Tsk.

The business at Huiben Building is now so good that it runs nonstop from morning till night, making at least five to six taels a day, and sometimes even seventy to eighty. For Zhang Quan, these figures were almost unheard of in his past records, and they were so happy they laughed in their dreams.

And his conclusion from the experience was to be obedient. Whatever Xiao Yu told him to do, he did, and he meticulously wrote down everything she taught whenever she was home. He asked many questions, learned as much as possible, and was very serious—even as the owner, he tirelessly took over even the most basic tasks. In his own words, if he couldn’t learn it himself, what would happen if the person who knew left? Wouldn’t he look like a fool?

If that’s the case, why not buy bonded servants? These people’s fates are in your hands for life; they wouldn’t dare betray you.

A wake-up call for Zhang Quan; by March, he had already acquired ten long-term workers who had signed lifelong contracts, putting his heart at ease.

Even so, he never stopped learning. So, by June, when most of the crops were ripe, Zhang Quan had indeed learned a lot.

For example, how to make sesame paste and sesame oil, how to make tomato sauce, how to bake dried shrimp and seaweed, and even how to make pickled peppers, Korean-style spicy cabbage, radish cubes, scallions, how to cure foreign ginger, century eggs, and so forth—it was a full sweep.

In July, Yaya’s wheat yielded a great harvest, and they didn’t even need to take to the fields themselves—the long-term workers from Zhang Quan’s household did the harvesting.

From harvesting to grinding the wheat into flour, Xiao Yu taught Zhang Quan once again, and even yaya, to thank him for looking after Grandma in the future, gave him half of the harvested wheat after paying the taxes to plant as wheat seeds in October.

The remaining over three hundred catty of wheat, meanwhile, were moved to Zhang Quan’s house to be kept for future use—to grind for Grandma’s consumption.

Of course, Yaya’s land would also be entirely managed by Zhang Quan from now on.

The Old Lady had been busy these days too; salt, seaweed, dried goods, she dried a lot and sent them all to the Zhang family.

The Zhang family accepted everything. After planting buckwheat in Yaya’s field, Xiao Yu also began to organize her departure.

From the restaurant to the small fishing village and back, after running back and forth four or five times, having arranged everything that needed to be, it was time for her to leave.