The Niu family is an ordinary merchant in Lishi County. He does grain business and rarely goes to places outside Lishi County to do business. He mainly collects some grain from local farmers and sells it to grain merchants from other places.

In addition, in their shops, some rice from the south are sold, and some other things are made of malt sugar, malt soy sauce, fermented bean curd and other foods.

The Niu family has been operating their grain shop safely in a spirit of being at ease with little wealth. There has been no major development over the years, but there has been no major mistakes.

Two years ago, due to the relationship between Naro Saburo and others, more and more people came to Lishi County. The Niu family took advantage of the situation and opened another guest house. Now, seeing that this guest house has been operating for two or three years, the family's financial conditions have also improved a lot, and gradually they have accumulated some accumulations on hand.

This summer, Na Luo Sanlang said that he wanted to build a threshing machine. Later, there was another news from Chang'an City. For a moment, the people in Lishi County were excited. Although their Niu family did not have much power, they did not retreat in this matter. All the relationships that could be used were used were used. They also expressed their opinions. In addition, they took out some of the money they had accumulated and sent it to Xipo Village to build a threshing machine with Na Luo Sanlang.

Although they borrowed this money, they did not expect to be recovered in a short time. They had to send a threshing machine in each village in Hedong Road. With such a large expenditure, everyone felt that Luo Sanlang would not be able to recover.

Later, the emperor sent so many craftsmen to come with Jingtie. At this time, it was estimated that most of the villages in Hedong Road had been sent by them, and some were too far away. It was probably not the turn yet, and it would be about to wait until the spring next year.

After autumn, farmers finished harvesting crops and paid the taxes for the year. It was almost winter. The days passed colder and many families also burned fireworks.

I heard from the merchants coming from the south that the saints issued corvee service in the area near Chang'an City. He had previously said that he would build a cement road to their Lishi County, and then he really started to build the road.

The sky was a bit dark and the wind was strong these two days. People in the county said that it would snow in two days, so each household prepared enough firewood and did not forget to burn the kang at night, for fear of freezing the elderly and children at home.

"Why is your room so warm?" On the afternoon of the same day, Luo Yong carried two porcelain jars into the Niujia Grain Shop, and felt a warm feeling coming to his face.

"Hey, I'm old and can't stand the cold." Niu Weng said with a smile: "Why did Sanlang come into the city today?"

"I worked with someone before and made some cans in the south. I took two cans to try them with you." Luo Yong said, putting the two cans in his hand on the kang table.

"Why does Sanlang need such a cost?" Niu Weng refused quickly. No matter how cheap the products are in the local area these days, if you travel thousands of miles to a place without such products, the price will increase several times. The two cans brought by Luo Sanlang today are not cheap.

"I didn't take too much," Luo Yong smiled and said, "The one with yellow oil paper wrapped in the lid is canned oranges, and the one with blue oil paper is canned peach meat. Do you think which one to eat first."

"Ahon, I want to eat canned oranges." Before the Niu Weng could say anything, the children next to him started yelling. They had heard others say that there are oranges in the south, but they had never tasted the oranges.

"Sir, don't make a noise." The bull man scolded them with a terrifying face.

"Ahon, we want to eat canned oranges..." The children were not afraid of him, and shook the old man's sleeves.

"Why would I help you open the orange?" Luo Yong asked with a smile.

"Hey, let's trouble Luo Sanlang." They had heard people say before that they had never opened it, nor had they seen anyone else, and they had no experience.

Luo Yong hugged the canned orange, removed the oil paper on the lid, and then untied a knife from his waist. He saw him prying it lightly with the tip of the knife twice, and the can made a "sniff..." sound, and then turned the lid and the can opened.

I saw that the porcelain white jar was filled with orange-red orange flesh, floating in the soup that emitted the sweet fragrance, which looked particularly attractive.

"Gudu!" The children began to swallow their spits when they smelled the smell. Those who were more sensible knew to restrain themselves a little. The younger ones would then snatch themselves on the counter.

"Go, get a few pottery bowls and spoons." Niu Weng said to his grandchildren.

After the pottery bowl was brought over, Luo Yong first picked up the porcelain jar and poured some canned soup into the sides of each pottery bowl, then used a spoon to scoop up some orange petals and divided them into each bowl.

Wang Jinhuai and the others were also very kind in the canned soup. Most of them were orange meat and there was not much soup. Luo Yong had tasted it before and also tasted it. A lot of sugar cane juice was added to their canned soup.

Boiling orange petals with sugar cane juice is really good, especially for these children who are so old that they eat oranges for the first time, they wish they could even lick the bottom of the bowl.

"Sanlang, you eat too, don't watch from the side." Niu Weng greeted Luo Yong.

"Okay." Luo Yong picked up the pottery bowl in front of him and took a sip. He hadn't eaten oranges for too long. Now that he drank this canned soup in his mouth, it was like nectar and jade liquid.

On the side of the cow urn, he first used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of orange meat from his bowl and distributed it to the youngest grandson. As a result, the grandchildren around him looked at him. There was no choice but to give them another spoon. After eating, he sent the children to the backyard to play, not asking them to stay here and drool.

"Tsk, this can is delicious." The old man stood up the pottery bowl in his hand, sucked the last drop of canned juice hanging on the edge of the pottery bowl into his mouth, and sighed.

"There is still rare at the moment. In a few years, it will be common." Luo Yong asked Niu Weng again: "Dalang and the others have gone to collect the food?"

"That's right." Niu Weng nodded and said, "Doing our business is the busiest thing right now."

"I heard that the saints were building roads in the south, but I wonder if they would buy food there?" Luo Yong asked.

"They don't have enough food." Niu Weng shook his head: "The food produced in the nearby villages and towns is enough, but some merchants in the north want to collect beans."

"But the herdsmen want to buy it?" This was the first time Luo Yong heard that the north actually wanted to buy beans from them.

"Not all of them," said Niu Weng: "I heard that people on the grassland are making money nowadays. Many people in the pass are jealous, but they have nowhere to graz. In desperation, they want to raise the sheep like pigs. Some people cut weeds to feed the sheep, some people plant grass, and they also buy some beans and so on."

"I'm afraid of epidemics..." Luo Yong sighed. In this era, whether it is herders or farmers, their ability to resist risks is too poor.

"What's that?" The man in the bull waved his hand and said, "Whoever raises animals does not know the danger of the epidemic, but he cannot stop raising them because of this."

"Why don't you eat this can?" Niu Weng urged him again when he saw that Luo had not moved the bowl of canned oranges.

"There are a few other families to go, so I'll leave now." Luo Yong stood up.

"Why are you leaving before you finish a bowl of canned food?" Niu Weng hurriedly tried to keep it.

"There are several more companies to leave, and I can't eat a bowl of each family." Luo Yong said, smiling and leaving the Niujia Grain Store.

"Why are you so polite? What can I give us cans?" Niu Weng got up and went to the shop to see him off.

"It's just two cans." Luo Yong had already gotten on the donkey cart at this time: "And the money I owe your family. If it's urgent, I'll tell me if it's not urgent, then I'll ask me to owe some time."

"Hey, what's that in a hurry?" Niu Weng waved his hand quickly.

"Go away." Luo Yong smiled and waved at him, driving the donkey cart to the other end of the street.

Niu Weng stood outside his own grain shop with his hand in hand, watching Luo Yong's donkey cart go further and further away, turning around and unable to see his figure. Then he turned around and went into the room.

"Oh! You guys! Haven't you eaten it just now? Put it down." The little babies who were just driven to the backyard were surrounded by the canned oranges and refused to leave.

"Aweng, let's have another bowl." A little girl discussed with her Aweng in a silence.

"No, my mother hasn't eaten yet." The man from Niu covered most of the cans, covered the oil paper, and tied the colored twine on the outside of the oil paper as it was.

"The wife of the eldest son, the wife of the eldest son." Niu Weng shouted twice in the shop outside.

"Aye, is there something wrong?" A woman in her early thirties came out from the backyard.

"Put these two cans, don't move the ones that cover the green paper first, and the ones that cover the yellow paper have already opened. I'll keep them very happy. I'll eat them together when Dalang and the others come back." Niu Weng told.

"Oh." The wife picked up the canned food with both hands and went to the backyard.

Finally, the children had to use the canned bowl of canned food that they had not moved much before to satisfy their cravings, and put the canned orange meat in their mouths bit by bit, as if their hearts were sweetened.
Chapter completed!