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Chapter 140 Four Cobblers (Content has been modified)

After going through so much, Lin Jingzhe was still impatient and couldn't wait to ask Gu Changsheng.

"So what countermeasures did Chaowen Bookstore take?"

Gu Changsheng explained with a smile: "Of course the price was reduced, but that day Chao Wen Bookstore only sent a servant to inquire about the news. The servant happened to be confused and thought that Jixiang Bookstore also reduced the price of Lin'an Tabloid, so he did not report in time. By the time Chao Wen Bookstore learned the news, it was already afternoon, and Lin'an Tabloid had already sold out."

"Besides, the stories in the Morning News are not as exciting as ours. Previously, some cheap scholars bought the Morning News but were not interested after reading it. This time, the Lin'an News is on sale, and there are more people lining up to buy it than in previous issues."

Xie Ci'an curled his eyes, smiled and nodded, saying: "Good fortune is closely related to misfortune, and misfortune is closely related to good fortune. Xiaoman is smart and this is a blessing in disguise."

"No, no, no. If I were to think of this alone, I couldn't come up with this idea." Lin Xiaoman didn't dare to take credit for it. Even if her head was full of business acumen, she would not be able to accomplish it if she was alone.

The stories were written by Lin Xiaoman and Xie Ci'an, while the anecdotes, jokes and messages were written by Lin Jingzhe alone.

Gu Changsheng is responsible for a series of subsequent work.

The four of them are like four cobblers who are better than Zhuge Liang; any one less will do.

So she grinned and snorted, "Don't say that in the future, or I'll get mad at you."

Lin Jingzhe laughed, "Okay, let's listen to Xiaoman."

Xie Ci'an and Gu Changsheng also smiled and nodded.

After that, the four of them discussed for a long time. It was finally Xie Ci'an's mother, Wang, who saw that the children were still in the room, who brought in some tea.

After serving the tea, Wang did not disturb them.

She saw how busy her son has been in the past two months. Besides feeling distressed, she also blamed herself for being useless.

Since it is of no use, all we can do is try to make Ci'an live more comfortably somewhere else.

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For half a month, Lin Dajiang found that the fruits and vegetables in the yard were growing particularly well.

The long beans were harvested crop after crop.

I just picked the cucumbers a few days ago, and after a few days they have grown bigger again.

"Taohua, why are our vegetables growing so fast?"

Li Taohua also found it strange. "Yes, look at these cucumbers. They were just picked during the Xiaoman period. There are too many. I even gave a few to the neighbors next door."

"I'll go check it out." Just as Lin Dajiang was about to go out, Li Taohua slapped her forehead and said, "Oh! How could I have forgotten such an important thing!"

Lin Dajiang was startled by the sound of Li Taohua slapping his forehead.

"Taohua, why are you hitting yourself? And it makes such a loud 'slap' sound? Iron Head Kung Fu, doesn't it hurt?"

Li Taohua looked at the boss's mouth. Why did his mouth become so poisonous?

So he said unhappily, "Xiao Man said she sprinkled some soil on it, saying it could increase the fertility of the soil or something? Oh, I forgot, you can ask later."

Lin Dajiang started working in the fields when he was in his teens, and has been working with the land for more than 20 years now. When he heard the word "fertility" and thought of the crops of fruits and vegetables in his yard, his eyes suddenly lit up. He said something to Li Taohua and went out to look for Xiaoman.

The father and daughter squatted in a small pit outside the backyard, chattering for a long time.

At dusk the next day, Lin Dajiang carried a hoe to the backyard and dug the pit. He then picked up rabbit manure, chicken and duck manure from his home and filled the pit with it. He also crushed the rice stalks and hay left over from last year and mixed the manure and hay evenly with the hoe.

Lin Jingzhe came back from picking rabbit grass and saw his father busying himself outside the courtyard wall with a hoe. When he got closer, he found that he was stirring up shit.

He uttered an "eh" and looked at Lin Dajiang with disdain, thinking, Xiaoman really looks like her father, no wonder they say a daughter resembles her father, and it really is true -

Even playing with shit is the same way.

Lin Dajiang was sweating and smelling bad. Seeing his son just standing there without helping, he looked at him and said, "Why don't you come and help?"

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Time flies, and it's September in a blink of an eye.

The ducks that Lin Guyu was looking after started laying eggs.

Now that the Lin family is wealthy, she has never thought of buying eggs even when the chickens were laying eggs. But there are too many chickens and ducks at home, and she can pick up more than twenty chicken eggs and more than twenty duck eggs a day.

The weather is still hot in September, and chicken eggs and duck eggs will go bad if left for too long, so I have no choice but to sell them.

Li Taohua thought about selling the eggs at home.

But these days, people would rather buy meat than eggs.

If we sell it to a restaurant, the quantity will be neither too high nor too low, which would be embarrassing.

So Lin Xiaoman decided, since that was the case, he would use duck eggs to make salted duck eggs and preserved eggs.

Especially the century egg, dipped in soy sauce and vinegar, the taste is unforgettable.

Speaking of century eggs, she hasn't eaten century egg and lean meat porridge and century egg and tofu for a long time. She missed them so much!

Being a food blogger is not as simple as just cooking. In order to satisfy the curiosity of fans, various food bloggers often shoot some unique ways of cooking some food.

For example, making traditional preserved eggs.

There are even food bloggers who make soap.

Anyway, the videos follow the traffic. She is not an upstream blogger, and she has also followed the trend to make preserved eggs and soap. In short, she goes wherever there is traffic.

In order to reflect the ancient method, she even made her own baking soda. Fortunately, she is still smart and can still remember the method of making preserved eggs.

All you need are quicklime, wood ash, salt, tea leaves, baking soda and rice husks.

If there are no rice husks, a layer of wood ash will also work.

After coming up with the idea, Lin Xiaoman began to get ready to act.

There are more and more story writers for Lin'an tabloids, and she finally doesn't have to worry about stories anymore.

After writing several stories based on his experience of reading novels, Lin Xiaoman seemed to have reached the point of "running out of ideas" and often had to rack his brains to come up with the direction of the next story.

On the other hand, Xie Ci'an is becoming more and more successful nowadays. It's really frustrating to compare yourself with others.

Even Wang Buzhong, who Lin Xiaoman suspected was from the same place as her, now has an exclusive page in the Lin'an tabloid.

Gu Changsheng brought back more and more stories and left behind more and more manuscripts.

People are indeed smart. Who says the ancients were rigid? It's just that no one enlightened them.

Look at the stories, each one is beautifully written and fascinating.

Compare these with what she wrote, and you will see that it is nothing more than relying on Xie Ci'an's polishing and the golden finger bugs he has gained from reading countless novels.

When it comes to writing stories, Lin Xiaoman feels inferior to others, so he plans to stop writing after finishing "The Dali Temple Judge's Case-Solving Notes".

At least she can still maintain the image of "white moonlight" in the hearts of scholars in Lin'an Prefecture.

In this way, Lin Xiaoman has more free time.

As soon as Lin Xiaoman had some free time, he asked Lin Jingzhe to go up the mountain and pick up various dry grasses and branches to bring home.

"Jingzhe, what are you doing? Are you imitating a rabbit eating hay?"

Li Taohua felt that she had said something wrong, so she quickly changed her words and said, "With so much hay, could it be that another rabbit is pregnant? Are you preparing so early for a rainy day?"

Lin Jingzhe was confused. "Mom, Xiaoman asked me to do it. Actually, I don't know what she wanted to do. She was so mysterious."

Li Taohua was relieved when she heard that it was Xiaoman who did it. "I guess Xiaoman is messing with food again."

In the next few days, Lin Xiaoman and Lin Jingzhe took out the hay and rice straw that had been dried in previous years to dry.

Lin Dajiang saw it when he had time, and laughed: "Xiaoman, what kind of food are you going to prepare? Could it be that this food is very time-consuming to make firewood?"

Lin Xiaoman smiled mysteriously and pointed at the grass that was almost dried. "No, what I want to make doesn't require any firewood at all. The hay is for food."

Lin Dajiang thought his daughter was joking with him and didn't believe it at all.

"Don't lie to me, are you making hay for rabbits?"

Lin Xiaoman pushed Lin Dajiang to the kitchen, "Dad, don't worry about it. Mom is making pork skin jelly in there alone, why don't you go and help?"

Lin Dajiang shook his head and unexpectedly flicked Xiaoman's forehead with his finger, causing Lin Xiaoman to scream.

"father!"

Lin Dajiang greased his feet and ran into the kitchen, "Wife, I'm here to help!"

Lin Xiaoman grinned for a long while, thinking that he must make preserved eggs to amuse his father later.

After a few more days, the grass and straw stalks in the yard were completely dry. Lin Xiaoman piled the hay into a pile and burned it with a fire.

She did this in the middle of the day, when the Lin family had just gathered together to have lunch.

Lin Dajiang stared in amazement as she watched Xiaoman burn the hay that she and Jingzhe had worked so hard to get for several days.

But he felt that Xiaoman would not do useless things, and burning the grass would definitely be useful.

But he felt strange, why didn't Xiaoman use the wood ash under the stove? Isn't it the same?

Lin Jingzhe opened his mouth and asked in surprise: "Xiaoman, why did you burn it? If you don't want it, the hay can be used to feed rabbits..."

After saying this, he had an expression of regret and heartache, as if the rabbit's food had been snatched away by Xiaoman.