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Although Yang Mei has no evidence to convict Liu Chuncao, the black-hearted second daughter-in-law, this does not prevent her from exercising her mother-in-law's rights.

The mother-in-law thinks that you are wrong, daughter-in-law, and wants to punish you, so who dares to say anything?

Ma Zhongxing didn't dare to stand up to the thunder and plead for his wife.

He still wants to eat the stir-fried sauerkraut pork intestines made by his mother at night, and the old bean curd sausage made by his mother tomorrow!

Is it because the pig's large intestine is not sour or the braised powder sausage is not fragrant?

Why bother because you can't even get a stuttering daughter-in-law?

In the evening, except for Chen Hehua, who is still in confinement, who still eats alone in the house, everyone else gathers around the round table in the kitchen for dinner.

There was only a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickled vegetables in front of Liu Chuncao, not even a pancake.

Others ate the thousand-layer scallion pancakes from the Yangmei stall, served with multigrain porridge, a plate of stir-fried sauerkraut pig intestines, a plate of cold fungus, a plate of fried Chinese cabbage, and a small plate of minced meat.

The minced meat is shaved from the plum meat on the top of the pig's trotter. Anyway, Chen Hehua ate the whole pig's trotter by herself.

As for Dabao and Xiaobao Erni, who were young, they were not very interested in chewy food like pig intestines, so Yangmei chopped the meat into minced meat and shared it with them.

Stir-fried pork intestines with sauerkraut is fine, but Liu Chuncao vomited again during the day, and she has no interest in eating such stinky things at all.

But the thousand-layer scallion pancake made by my mother-in-law was simply too fragrant. The aroma formed by the confluence of scallion oil and flour pancake invaded her sense of smell and taste buds wave after wave.

Liu Chuncao was so greedy that she was about to cry because she couldn't eat just looking at it on the table.

She quietly kicked her husband Ma Zhongxing under the table, signaling him to secretly hide some for himself, and let her have a taste when he returned to the house.

Ma Zhongxing and Liu Chuncao have been married for several years, how can they still not know what their mother-in-law is thinking?

But the mother is watching from above, how dare he do such a small trick under the nose of the mother?

Pretending not to understand his wife's intentions, Ma Zhongxing took a mouthful of scallion pancakes and sauerkraut pork intestines, the corners of his mouth were dripping with oil, and his face was full of happiness.

Liu Chuncao's silver teeth were about to be crushed, and she wished she could strangle this dog man to death.

Yang Mei saw all the eyebrows and lawsuits between the couple.

Seeing that the second child, Ma Zhongxing, is quite sensible, Yang Mei puts away her grimace and puts on a smile, which is rare for her to become amiable.

She gave the second child a chopstick of sauerkraut and pig intestines.

Ma Zhongxing straightened his back suddenly, his eyes were full of touch and surprise.

Afterwards, Yang Mei picked up chopsticks for the eldest Ma Bowang and the daughter Ma Youwei respectively.

Both of them happily thanked their mother.

Liu Chuncao lowered her head in grievance, drank the porridge in two or three mouthfuls, wiped her tears and got up and said to Yang Mei, "Mom, I'm full. I'll feed the pigs in the backyard."

Yang Mei hummed in a neither soft nor hard way.

After Liu Chuncao left the dinner table, Yang Mei told the two brothers about the situation of selling tofu in the town today.

Ma Bowang and Ma Zhongxing were naturally very excited.

They didn't expect their own tofu to be so popular in the town.

"Mom, if we sell the tofu in the county, maybe we can take over the market in the county!" After all, Ma Zhongxing was smarter than Ma Bowang, so he set his sights on the county.

Yang Mei nodded in satisfaction, and said with a smile: "The market in the county seat is definitely going to radiate there.

It's just that we don't have to do it ourselves.

Today, my mother said that the villagers can sell tofu from our house, but in fact it is a distribution model.

The villagers in this village are the first batch of dealers we want to develop first. When they taste the sweetness of selling tofu and can make money, others will come after hearing the news.

Our distribution model will expand from our own village to other villages, and may even attract traveling merchants from towns and counties. "

The brothers and sisters Ma Bowang, Ma Zhongxing and Ma Youwei were all aroused by Yang Mei's beautiful blueprint.

Everyone is gearing up, eager to expand the tofu business immediately, and witness the prospect that mother said with their own eyes.

"Mom, if we can really bring our business to the county, we can't invite more people to make tofu?" Ma Youwei rubbed her hands, feeling a little excited.

Yang Mei smiled and nodded. Just as she was about to ask her three children if they understood her intention of bringing the villagers here to make tofu together, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

"It should be the village chief who screened out the people who help us make tofu."

Yang Mei guessed, put down the chopsticks, and planned to go out and talk to the villagers who came to help to talk about the salary and requirements.

Ma Bowang, Ma Zhongxing and Ma Youwei also wanted to get up one after another.

"Youwei, stay and watch the children.

The eldest and the second, you two brothers, come out with your mother. "

Yang Mei plans to train brothers Ma Bowang and Ma Zhongxing to be her right and left hands.

Therefore, from now on, we need to slowly teach them how to manage the tofu workshop, how to deal with the workers who help make tofu and the dealers who sell tofu.

As for Ma Youwei, Yang Mei felt that it would be safer for her daughter to stay at home for the time being.

Young Master Huang's beauty trap crisis has not yet been resolved, and Yang Mei will feel more at ease when Ma Youwei stays at home to help watch the tofu workshop.

Besides, my daughter still has a dream of writing story books, and Yang Mei is very supportive of her writing stories as a talented young girl.

There is a modern saying: writing is rich and beautiful, but studying the law is poor for three generations.

These words may not be applicable in ancient times. These days, those who write scripts are not popular, but what does it matter?

Just treat it as a hobby. If this hobby can not only convey the correct values, but also earn a little money, why not do it?

Yang Mei asked her eldest son Ma Bowang to open the door.

Originally, she thought it was the village chief who led the selected villagers to the door, but when she opened the door, Yang Mei immediately recognized the young man dressed as a servant standing in front of him, who was the dog-legged servant of Young Master Huang.

The smile on Yang Mei's face disappeared instantly, and she asked the dog-legged boy with a dark face, "What are you doing here?"

The dog-legged servant hurriedly stepped aside so that Yang Mei could see more clearly what was behind her.

"Ms. Ma, in town today, you and Ms. Ma have misunderstood our young master.

My young master specially sent the younger one over to make an apology to the two of you.

These things are a little wish from our young master, please accept them, Mrs. Ma. "

Yang Mei glanced at the things brought by the dog-legged boy, several brocade boxes, and two black lacquered flower baskets depicting patterns of flowers and birds, Yang Mei didn't know what was inside.

What can be seen is the cloth that another boy is holding in his hand.

Although it was almost dusk and the light was quite dim, Yangmei could still see the dark flowing luster of the cloth.

This is a satin material, which can only be afforded by wealthy families, and it doesn't match up with peasants like them at all.

Where is this apology?

It was clear that they came to throw sugar-coated cannonballs at the door on purpose.