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Chapter 193 Fairy Chicken

Their laughter spread from the backyard to the front yard.

Linda's wife was helpless when she heard her silly daughter giggling, "My daughter is like a little boy. She is not satisfied with any of the men I have seen. It's so frustrating..."

Li Shan's wife opened her mouth wide, surprised that an egg could fit in it.

"No way, your daughter is the same age as Xiaoman, right? How come they meet so early?"

"It's because it's hard to offend a matchmaker! This is what I think. Since we have to meet each other anyway, we might as well take a closer look and have an idea of ​​who is good and who is bad. If I don't like her this time, I can always find out next time!"

Li Shan and Li Qiao's wives both have daughters, and after hearing what Lin Da's wife said, they also began to get restless.

Yes, why didn’t they think of it? If they had chosen the right one earlier, they could have taken their time to choose.

"I'll talk to Taohua later and ask Xiaoman to look for her as well."

Lin Xiaoman, who was laughing happily in the backyard, naturally had no idea what was happening in the front yard.

Because they had already wrapped the lotus leaves and yellow mud and were making a fire.

When the fire got bigger, Lin Xiaoman carefully placed six mud balls covered with yellow mud on the firewood and continued to add firewood.

An hour and a half later, the two set off with baskets on their shoulders.

Seeing that her daughter was also going out, Mrs. Lin asked, "Chunhua, where are you going?"

"Just help Xiaoman and don't worry about it." After saying that, he quickly walked out of the house carrying the basket, and the two of them quickened their pace and rushed towards the town.

"Mom, I'm here."

It was already noon when Lin Xiaoman arrived at Ruyi Restaurant.

At this time, there were already quite a few diners having lunch in the restaurant, and there were four or five people queuing outside.

Lin Xiaoman took out six beggar chickens, placed them on the table, and cracked open one of them.

Almost all diners who come to Ruyi Restaurant will patronize the Lin family for breakfast. At this time, some sharp-eyed diners have seen this and found it strange.

"What are you doing? Why are you playing with dried mud on the countertop? You can't do that."

Lin Xiaoman recognized the person who was speaking. He was the owner of a shoe store in the town, and his grandson was the one whose face was like a pancake that Lin Chunhua had mentioned before.

"Uncle, I'm not playing with mud here, there's food in it," Lin Xiaoman explained.

"Food? What kind of food is mixed with mud? Is this... still edible?"

Lin Xiaoman smiled without saying anything, and concentrated on cleaning up all the dried yellow mud outside, revealing the lotus leaves tied with straw.

"Huh, it's wrapped in lotus leaves?" The old man sniffed and seemed to smell a faint aroma of meat.

Those who were watching the fun around also smelled the aroma of meat.

But no one thought that the smell came from the lotus leaves. They thought that Lin Dajiang and his friends had prepared something delicious to sell.

Until the lotus leaf opens, revealing a whole chicken.

"Uncle, this is called beggar's chicken. The meat is tender, smooth, fresh and juicy. You can't stop eating it once."

"Beggars chicken?"

This name doesn't seem very nice.

"Uncle, don't tell me, this is called Flower Chicken and it has a very interesting origin!"

"What's the story?" The old man became interested. He wanted to see what the little girl could say.

"It is said that several hundred years ago, a student named Zhang Sheng went to Beijing to take an imperial examination. After a month of traveling through mountains and rivers, he finally arrived at a dilapidated temple a hundred miles away from the capital. But when he was almost at the border of the capital, Zhang Sheng's money was stolen, leaving him with only a personal pass. To make matters worse, the hungry Zhang Sheng developed a high fever in the dilapidated temple."

Lin Xiaoman's tone was up and down, "While dazed, Zhang Sheng actually dreamed that an old beggar was waving at him, muttering to himself: 'Young man, hurry up and eat before you get on your way.' Zhang Sheng was so hungry that he saw stars and felt cold all over. He didn't care whether the beggar was dirty or not. He picked up the food the old beggar gave him and ate it. After a few bites, he found that the chicken was tender and juicy, and not greasy. He had never eaten such a delicious roast chicken before."

"When Zhang Sheng woke up and his fever subsided, he thought he had just had a dream. Just as he stood up and prepared to leave, he found a broken bowl suddenly appeared where he had been lying. There was a roasted chicken leg in the bowl. Zhang Sheng ate the chicken leg as if possessed by a ghost, and it tasted just like the chicken in his dream!"

"Zhang Sheng arrived in the capital, and with the help of his classmates, he passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar! Unfortunately, he ate roast chicken from all over the country, but he never tasted the taste he remembered! When Zhang Sheng was old, he recalled this bizarre experience in his youth and thought that the old beggar was a god in disguise, wishing him to survive the disaster. He passed this experience on to future generations, and called the 'beggar's chicken' in his memory 'god's chicken'."

The story was made up by Lin Xiaoman on the spot.

Why is it called beggar's chicken? Because the chicken was given by an old beggar.

The change from "Beggar's Chicken" to "God's Chicken" is just to create conflict. Why can "Beggar's Chicken" be called "God's Chicken"?

"I want to try what this beggar's chicken tastes like and make Zhang Sheng never forget it." A man in a long gown stepped forward from the crowd, and Lin Xiaoman recognized him as the teacher of Mingyi Hall.

"Sir, beggar's chickens are sold by the piece, one hundred and fifty cents each."

The master gritted his teeth and bought one, paid the money, and asked Lin Xiaoman to send it to the private room on the second floor of Ruyi Tower.

He was entertaining friends today, so a whole roast chicken was just right.

The shoe shop owner saw that someone had bought one, so he also ordered one. Lin Xiaoman asked with a smile: "Uncle, do you want to take it away or eat it here?"

"What is the difference?"

"If you want to eat it here, I will open it for you; if you want to take it back, the beggar's chicken wrapped in yellow mud can keep it warm and lock in the delicious flavor of the chicken."

"Then take it back."

He had to take the roast chicken, which cost 150 cents each, back to let his grandson taste it.

Several students from Mingyi Hall were attracted by the story of the "magic chicken" and ordered a chicken together. They asked Lin Xiaoman to open it and send it to the table, and they also ordered four dishes from Ruyi Tower.

"It's really called 'Fairy Chicken'. No wonder Zhang Sheng couldn't forget it even after becoming the top scholar. I'm sure I wouldn't forget it either!"

"Is it so delicious, kid?"

"If you don't believe me, try it!"

The other scholars tore a piece of chicken and put it into their mouths doubtfully.

Afterwards, the crowd was stunned to see the scholar who had originally questioned him join the chicken-grabbing battle without saying a word.

"Is it so delicious?"

"As for it?"

"How about buying it and trying it out?"

"A whole chicken costs one hundred and fifty coins. It's too expensive!"

"That's the divine chicken, only the top scholar eats it!"

"Let's buy one together and try it. Who knows, maybe we can become the top scholar after eating it!"

"If you become the top scholar, I will call that beggar's chicken the top scholar's chicken!"

......

Lin Xiaoman held his forehead with his hand. He didn't expect that beggar's chicken had so many nicknames.

Fairy Chicken, No. 1 Scholar Chicken, she never said that you can become the No. 1 Scholar by eating the chicken!

Just like that, all six beggar chickens were sold out.

Lin Chunhua was happy but also a little disappointed because her beggar chicken flew away.

"Don't look so sad. We'll make a few more tomorrow and I'll definitely leave one for you."

"Xiao Man, I'm just kidding you. Beggar's chicken is 150 coins each. If my mother knew that I used your beggar's chicken as wages, she would break my legs."

The next day, Lin Xiaoman made ten beggar's chickens, which were also sold out.

Lin Xiaoman discussed with Lin Chunhua, "Chunhua, how about I pay you? If the beggar's chicken is sold out every day, you won't be able to eat any."

"No, no, no, I don't want your wages. I'm just sitting around doing nothing at home. If I hadn't followed you, my mother would definitely not want me to come to town. From childhood to adulthood, the number of times I've been to town can be counted on dozens of fingers."

"I'm still okay. You know Cuihua next door to my house, she's about to get married and she hasn't been to Dayi Town yet!"

"That's why I envy you so much, Xiaoman. I also want to be like you and make money on my own one day."

This must be the sorrow of women in ancient times, but the women here have become accustomed to this kind of life.

Lin Chunhua is one of the few girls who has begun to have the awareness of making money.

"Then just follow me. You help me with the work. I can't let you work for nothing. Otherwise, I won't be able to see the head of the village."

After saying that, Lin Xiaoman counted out ten copper coins and gave them to Lin Chunhua.

"Chunhua, I don't know how long this chicken can be sold. If the daily quantity increases, I will give you more money."

Ten copper coins!

Lin Chunhua was stunned.

Originally, her mother could only earn a dozen copper coins by doing embroidery work for four or five days.

She earned it in just half a day?

Lin Chunhua stared blankly at the copper coin in her hand, not reacting.

When she realized that the copper coin in her hand was the first money she had earned, she immediately hugged Lin Xiaoman and jumped happily in her arms, "Xiaoman! This is the first money I earned, I want to save it."

Lin Xiaoman was infected by her cheerful tone, "Well, as long as you have money and food, you won't have to worry about anything. Just save it for yourself!"

From then on, the big roosters in the Lin family's chicken coop began to tremble, and a dozen of their companions were missing every day.

Later, the Lin family didn't have enough roosters, so she set her sights on the roosters from her uncle's family...

Lin Xiaoman and Lin Chunhua's beggar chicken business is booming.

Qingming Festival is here in a blink of an eye.

This year my brother, Xie Ci'an and Gu Changsheng all went to Lin'an Prefecture, so it is impossible to make Qingming fruit and sell it in the county town like we did last year.

However, it is still okay to make some Qingming fruit and give it to regular customers to suit the occasion.

It just so happened that she also helped.

On Qingming Festival, Lin Xiaoman got up very early.

The Qingming fruit had been prepared before Lin Chunhua arrived, and it had been steamed when Lin Chunhua arrived.

"Xiao Man, is this the Qingming fruit you mentioned before?"

"Well, we were pressed for time this time, so we only made one salty one, with pickled vegetables and minced meat. We'll find time to make it again next time."

After that, the two divided the work. Lin Chunhua continued to kill the chickens, pluck the feathers, and gut them, while Lin Xiaoman prepared the sauce in the kitchen.

After a dozen beggar chickens were coated with sauce and massaged to speed up the flavoring, the two repeated the actions of the previous few days, wrapping them in lotus leaves and yellow mud, and roasting them in the firewood pit.

After doing all this, the first pot of Qingming fruit was steamed.

"Try it?" Lin Xiaoman almost drooled when he saw Lin Chunhua staring at the green Qingming fruit.

Pretending not to notice, he asked her, "Want to try it?"

"Okay!" Lin Chunhua immediately picked it up with chopsticks.

Unfortunately, the Qingming fruit just out of the pot was still soft and almost impossible to pick up with chopsticks.

After trying several times, Lin Chunhua ran out of patience. She quickly picked one up, blew on it twice, and took a small bite without caring about the heat.

Hiss, hiss!

"So hot!"

Lin Xiaoman couldn't help but wonder, are all the people with the surname Lin in Shanglin Village foodies?

Lin Jingzhe and Lin Guyu are foodies, and Lin Lidong is also a real foodie. Although he is young and has trouble speaking some things fluently, he can talk about food fluently once others mention it.

But they are still children?

At the age of fourteen, you can meet other people here.

Where she lived before, she was just a playful junior high school student.

"You know it's hot? It's just out of the pot!"

Lin Chunhua's eyes sparkled, "They're delicious! Xiaoman, do you want to sell these?"

Lin Xiaoman felt quite regretful. "Let's sell half and give half away. My brother is not here this year and we are busy selling beggar's chicken. When I remembered to make Qingming fruit, the mugwort all over the mountains had been picked, so I could only make these."

"In that case, next year I will ask my brother to go to the mountain to pick mugwort leaves and bring them all to you."

"Okay! You are responsible for collecting the moxa leaves, and I will make food for you."

"make a deal!"

During this period, Lin Xiaoman also went to water the magnolia seedlings.

Go to the chicken coop to see the hundred newly bought chicks.

“So many chicks…”

“Since you like beggar’s chicken so much, why don’t you ask your grandma to raise more kinds of it?” Lin Xiaoman had already decided to sell beggar’s chicken, and naturally, he would influence his close friends to raise more of them.

Two days ago, when she asked her uncle to buy a hundred chicks from Shadi Village, she told Li Shan to raise more.

She reminded Aunt Li next door and her second uncle Lin Dahai.

My mother has even talked to my grandparents, but it’s hard to say whether they will raise the child or not.

Now Lin Dajiang is the weather vane of the village.

Needless to say, someone was keeping an eye on the Lin family every day.

As soon as the Lin family bought chicks, other people followed suit and bought chicks.

It’s just that the Lin family bought more, while the villagers bought less, only three or five at a time.

"No wonder I saw many families in the village bought chicks these days. It seems that everyone in the village is following your example!"

Lin Xiaoman smiled and nodded, "Just learn it. Don't steal or rob. You're still feeding them your own food."

"Xiaoman, are you really planning to collect chickens in the village at that time?" Lin Chunhua has followed Lin Xiaoman for quite some time and is now interested in making money.

When the chicks grow up, they can lay eggs, which can be sold to Xiaoman. After two or three years, when the chickens stop laying eggs, they can still be sold to Xiaoman.

As long as the beggar chicken business continues to be good, there will always be enough chickens to sell.

She often heard her grandfather say that Shanglin Village was built up entirely by Lin Dajiang's family in the past two years. It was true!

You can only make money if you buy and sell.

The Lin family makes money from outsiders. They make money from selling chickens and eggs, and those who sell chicks make money from them.

Lin Chunhua didn't quite understand why it was like this, it seemed like she was making more and more money...

Just when she was confused and distressed and couldn't figure it out, Lin Xiaoman had already taken out the first pot of Qingming fruit and placed it on a round sieve covered with gauze.

Lin Chunhua, who had come to her senses, was too embarrassed to speak, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

She is paid to work for others but she has no tact at all.

Will Xiaoman dislike her later?

Seeing that Lin Chunhua had finished the work she was supposed to do, Lin Xiaoman packed a bag of blue-character Qingming fruit and took it out to give to her aunt and sister-in-law who were working in the front yard to taste.

By the way, he called back Guyu who was playing with Lidong, "It's time to eat Qingming fruit."

As long as you call for food, Guyu will come running back no matter how crazy he plays.

as predicted--