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Six hundred and sixtieth chapters nine dumplings (three)(2/2)

At this time, someone behind him said, "Look, it seems like you have been out so many times? Are you pretending to be knowledgeable?"

Wu En sighed helplessly, turned around and said, "Uncle Man, ancestor Man, aren't you coming out for a walk? Then why are you doing with us?"

Standing in front of her was Cao Ying's servant Cao Xiaoman.

Because Cao Yong was on vacation, Xiaoman had no errands and was idle. He heard that Wu'en came out, so he followed him to get out with the car.

Seeing Wuen's helpless look, Xiaoman hugged his chest and said, "Did he be ungrateful? I forgot who taught you Chinese back then? No one's tongue could be straightened at that time, and I was crying when I said that?"

Seeing him telling him about his childhood embarrassment, Wu En smiled and said, "I'm convinced you, I've been talking about this for so many times."

Xiaoman put down his arm, smiled on his face, and said, "My sister Wu'en, haven't asked yet, why did the uncle think of asking you to buy this?" As he said that, he pulled his pocket from Wu'en's hand and said, "What are you buying? Tell me, brother, I'll buy it for you."

Seeing the two of them talking interestingly, Qing'er was beside her and she pursed her lips and laughed.

Wu En felt a little embarrassed and said, "Master Man, he is old enough, not as good as when he was a child. From now on, the title of "brother" and "girl" will be eliminated."

"What's there? Could it be that I'll call you sister? Even if my grandmother wants to praise you and give you a long-term money, your age is still there. If you want me to call you sister, don't even think about it." Xiaoman was confused and did not feel anything wrong.

Although they are all servants of the Cao family, Xiaoman's identity is different from others.

It is true that he gave birth to a child from the Cao family, but he is also one of the only two families in the mansion to have their family surnames given by the ancestors of the Cao family.

His grandfather Cao Fu was the former steward in the south of the Cao family. He has now set up a house in the outer city to support his old age. Although his uncle Cao Yuan was the second steward of the Cao Mansion, under Cao Zhong, Cao Zhong was already old, and most of the affairs in the mansion were controlled by Cao Yuan. His father Cao Fang, who has been with Cao Yong more than ten years ago, was the one who Cao Yong was able to use.

Cao Xiaoman himself was a seven-year-old and worked as a scholar for Cao Yong. It has been more than ten years since then. His aunt and cousin have also married other families in the mansion, including a cousin, Zheng Hu, one of the foreign affairs managers of the Cao family.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that as long as you have no errands and have to survive until you are old, Xiaoman will designate to inherit his father and grandfather and become the steward of the Cao Mansion.

In the past two years, I have been thinking about telling Xiaoman that he is not one or two.

Cao Fu suppressed him and said that since he was working as a job for his master, he did not make the best use of himself and enjoy his happiness early. He asked his grandson to wait until he was twenty, and the masters would not say anything about their relatives.

The girl in the inner house knew that her uncle was not concerned about beauty, and her big grandmother had a noble status. Even if she wanted to take a concubine, there were also a row of big girls in Xicai and others in front.

No one dares to risk his connections and dream of flying up to the branches and turning into a phoenix. Instead, he inquire about this in private and talk about the situation of in charge of the business.

Cao Xiaoman is the hottest thing in their mouths.

Because Cao Xiaoman was familiar with Wu'en, many people were attracted by the sight of him, for fear that Wu'en would get the moon first when approaching the water, which would make Wu'en laugh and cry.

That's why Wuen said these things that need to be avoided are afraid of causing trouble.

At this moment, Xiaoman had already entered the grain shop. Wuen had no choice but to follow Qing'er.

The shop was originally small, with two layers of wooden boards and many dustpans for beans. Below were sacks for food, all with open mouths.

Seeing half of the dark faces and slightly pungent moldy rice that they didn't know, Xiaoman couldn't help but frown, turned to Wu'en and said, "How can I buy something here?"

There is only an old man in his fifties in the shop, and I don’t know if he is a guy or a boss.

When the old man saw the guest, he stepped forward and asked, "Girl, this young master, are you going to buy rice or noodles?"

Xiaoman wanted to ask Wuen to change the place. Wuen had already taken a step forward, looked at the rice and noodles placed there, and asked, "Shopkeeper, which is the cheapest rice and noodles in this shop?

Although Wuen is a girl, she has been with Amethyst since she was young and has been with Cao Yong and his wife when she grew up. Therefore, according to the example of a second-class maid, she looks more decent than an ordinary lady.

When she heard that she asked about the cheapest food, the old man pointed to a sack near the door with a little hesitation and said, "This is the old sorghum noodles, the cheapest one in the noodles, forty cents per bucket." Speaking of this, he pointed to a dustpan next to him and said, "There are big broken grains in it. Each bucket is two cents cheaper than sorghum noodles, and the cheapest one in the rice."

"Big Broken Grains?" Xiaoman grabbed a handful of them and said, "Isn't these dried grains?"

"It's just corn. After drying it, it's it. It's this." The old man said.

"Forty words, thirty-eight words?" Wuen looked around and asked, "Nothing is any cheaper?"

Seeing Wu En like this, the old man pulled out a broken sack from the door and said, "This kind of Chen Mi, which was eaten by insects, is considered a treatment. Each bucket of twenty-five cents can't be cheaper."

Wuen stepped forward and looked at it. The rice was sorghum, which exuded a pungent smell.

I caught it and saw that in addition to being eaten by insects, there were a lot of sand inside.

"Shopkeeper, is there any cheaper ones?" Wuen asked unwillingly.

The old man was puzzled. Look at the girl's outfit, don't she seem to be unable to afford food?

However, he has been doing business on this street for decades and is a famous honest man, and he only makes a living by making a small profit.

Therefore, it was both a guest and a cheaper one. He had to take out half a bag of wheat bran noodles that he had left to help the neighbors and said, "Girl, this is wheat bran. If it is mixed with other noodles, it can fill your stomach. I dare not eat it directly, as it will easily increase your stomach."

"How to sell?" Uen asked.

"Like that rice, I'll give you twenty-five pennies." The old man said, and when he saw Wuen still bargaining, he waved his hand and said, "Girl, you never lie about the price in this transaction. This is really the lowest price. If the girl doesn't believe it, go all over the street to inquire, and there will be no such cheap food in other people's houses."

After hearing this, Wu En asked Qing'er seriously to go to two shops to ask if there was any cheaper rice and flour than this.

A moment later, Qing'er is back.

What the old man said is true. In other grain stores, there is less than fifty cents of food.

Wuen asked the old man to weigh five dou every time, put a bag, and settled the 250-month account.

Xiaoman was already a little stunned when he saw that Wu En really bought it. He looked at the noodle pocket and said, "What are you buying this? You can feed it, but you don't eat it."

Wuen glanced at Xiaoman and said, "Master Man, before I was brought back by the uncle in the early years, I ate better than this. In the years of famine, people are afraid they can't even afford this."

Xiaoman was said embarrassedly and said with a smile: "To be honest, it's our master, the uncle is generous. I have never seen these things at home."

Wuen asked the old man to help introduce a cheap pickled vegetables shop. After a few people left the mixed grain shop, they went to the pickled vegetables shop and bought two jars of rotten pickled vegetables for eighty cents. Then they got in the car and returned home.

Xiaoman sat facing the coachman, and the smell of pickles made him pinch his nose. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but persuade him through the curtain: "My sister Wu'en, don't take this errand for buying in the future. It's good to save money, but if you save so much money, you may not be able to lose it..."

Wuen just laughed, knowing that the more he answered his words, the more he became excited, and he didn't say anything.

When he returned to the other yard, Wuen asked Xiaoman for help and asked a few mothers to deliver the things to the kitchen. Cao Yong was already waiting in the kitchen. Seeing that the materials were coming, there was a smile on his face.

He intended to ask Wuen to go to the market to buy some common rice and grain for the people's homes, and wanted his sons to change their tastes and come to the "dining table" for education.

Although he had already prepared himself and knew that there was no good product for cheapness, Cao Yong was also quite surprised after seeing the half-bag of wheat bran and moldy rice.

The cooks had seen these things, but they had never done them. They looked at Cao Yong and waited for the instructions.

Just thinking it was "remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness", Cao Yong coughed and said, "Rice is used to dry rice, noodles are used to make steamed buns. Wash pickles and cut them into shreds..."

After Cao Yong finished speaking, a cook whispered: "Uncle, there are maggots in this pickle..."

Cao Yong came forward to see him. What was squirming on the half-pot of rotten pickles that were poured out was not maggots, what was it?

Cao Yong couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Blanch pickles, cut them into shreds... By the way, you have to pick some clean..."

Although the food was not ready, Cao Yong no longer had any appetite.
Chapter completed!
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