On the wedding day, I was broken off, so I remarried his uncle

Chapter 199 Preparations before the stall

The next day, when the sky was just beginning to turn pale, Old Man Zhang followed his nephew's donkey cart into the city.

Even though they left early, when they arrived at the city gate, there was still a long queue of people waiting to enter the city.

The people came to the city, either carrying baskets or shouldering loads, bringing with them things from their homes that could be exchanged for money and food.

This was completely different from what Old Man Zhang had seen a few days ago. He asked in confusion, "Is there a market today? Why do I see so many people entering the city?"

Zhang Jin heard his uncle's puzzled question and turned around to explain, "Didn't the prefect order a dragon boat race to be held a few days ago? Now, every family with a little wealth in the city is busy organizing people to participate in the race."

"Now these families are recruiting strong men who can row boats. They can earn thirty coins a day, which not only provides three meals a day, but also the food is excellent. I have also been able to sell a lot of mutton these days."

Old man Zhang was quite surprised and said, "That lady is right. The dragon boat race in the city can really help us sell the poultry that we can't sell!"

Zhang Jin nodded vigorously. He lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "I heard that the prefect has also ordered each county to nominate people to participate in the competition. Those people are not just one or two people. It is said that each team has more than ten people."

"After they arrive, they can eat, drink and live in the city."

Old man Zhang's eyes lit up, and he asked his nephew excitedly, "Is this true?"

"Is this true? The prefect now posts notices every day to promote the policy. I heard it clearly in the meat market."

Old man Zhang said, "That's great. I will go back today and tell them about this matter, and ask them to bring their livestock to the city to have a look."

Although his family had sold all their sheep, most people in the village still had no where to buy their livestock.

We live in the same village and are all related. If someone really can't make ends meet and comes to him for help, can he really just ignore them?

He is so old now that he doesn't care about being hated by others, but his grandson is still young and has to rely on his neighbors for survival.

In his heart, he would rather see his fellow villagers live better.

The donkey cart in front moved. Zhang Jin waved his whip and caught up with the team in front. About a cup of tea later, Zhang Jin successfully drove the cart to Liuer Hutong.

Song An had been waiting at the door early in the morning. When he saw Old Man Zhang on the donkey cart, he immediately went to greet him.

The two worked together to deliver the goods on the donkey cart back home. Song An thanked him and said, "Thank you for the trouble. I asked you to deliver the goods to your door so early in the morning."

Old man Zhang waved his hands politely: "Of course, of course."

Hearing the noise, Song Xile came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl with two freshly-baked buns, and walked to the two people who were talking.

She looked at the clean lamb body in the wooden basin, with even the internal organs neatly arranged.

She nodded with satisfaction and thanked him, "Father-in-law, you handled it very well. It saved us a lot of trouble. I'd like to ask you to handle the sheep you send in the future in the same way."

When Old Man Zhang heard Song Xile's affirmation, he nodded repeatedly and assured her, "Don't worry, my lady, I am used to doing these things and will never delay your work."

"Thank you so much!" Thank you for taking the trouble to come here so early in the morning. These are the buns we just made out of the oven. Come and have a try, my father-in-law.

Old man Zhang looked at the big, white, fluffy buns and swallowed without realizing it, but he waved his hands repeatedly, "How can this be done?"

"My father-in-law has saved us a lot of trouble. It's just two buns, so don't be polite to us."

Song An picked up the bun and stuffed it into the other person's hand, "Don't be polite when you need to trouble me again in the future."

Old man Zhang then smiled and put the bun into his arms. This was a white bun and he wanted to take it back for his grandson to eat.

Although he had money now, he really didn't dare spend it recklessly. Except for a part of it to buy food, the rest of the money could not be touched. He would keep it for buying lambs after the drought was over.

Seeing that he accepted the buns, Song Xile said to Song An beside him: "Second brother, take the sheep to the wooden rack and hang it up, and put these internal organs in the wooden basin."

Song An responded, immediately took the wooden basin and emptied Old Man Zhang's basin.

Old man Zhang picked up his own wooden basin and said, "Madam, if you don't have any other instructions, I will leave first. My nephew is waiting outside."

Song Xile smiled and nodded: "Goodbye, father-in-law." After that, he personally sent the man to the door, and after watching the man get on the donkey cart, he turned around and went back to the yard.

At this time, Song An was hanging the mutton on the wooden rack in front of the kitchen door. Song Xile walked up and ordered, "Second brother, cut the mutton first, leaving the lean meat as the lean meat and the fat meat as the fat meat. When you skewer it, it will taste good with the fat and lean meat alternating."

Song An nodded in agreement, picked up the knife skillfully and began to process the mutton.

At this time, Chang'an, who had some free time, also came over and asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

Song Xile gave him a knife and asked him to help cut the meat.

She turned and walked aside, taking the cleaned internal organs from the wooden basin to the well.

She cleaned it again with clean water to ensure the cleanliness of the ingredients.

After cleaning up here, Song Xile put the mutton offal into the big pot and added ginger slices, green onion segments and her homemade spice bag.

Then he gave the task of making fire to the cook, and she went to marinate the mutton.

She put the chopped mutton into a large bowl, added salt, sugar, soy sauce, wine, onion and ginger water, spice powder and other seasonings, and then stirred it gently with her hands to allow the seasoning to fully penetrate into every grain of mutton.

Two people were cutting the mutton while one was marinating it. They were busy for half an hour before they finished all the preparations.

Song Xile straightened up and said to Song Anyan, "This meat needs to be marinated for at least an hour to be tasty. We are free now, so go build the wooden shed. We can use it when we get there. There is no need to waste any more time."

Song An felt that what his sister said made sense, so he immediately packed up his things and pushed the cart out the door.

While waiting, Song Xile was not idle. She began to prepare bamboo skewers and seasonings for the skewers.

She washed the bamboo sticks that she had asked someone to sharpen in the past few days, drained the water and put them in a bamboo basket for later use.

Afterwards, she took out all the seasonings, oil, charcoal and other items that might be used. By the time everything was ready, it was already noon.

She let out a long sigh and set her eyes on the sheep's head in the wooden basin. "Hey, she really doesn't want to deal with this sheep's head. It's too troublesome to deal with."

So she simply walked to the kitchen and said to the cook, "Auntie, there is a sheep's head in the wooden basin outside. If you don't mind, you can take it back when you go back."

The cook who was lighting the fire was stunned when she heard her words, and then she smiled with surprise.

She quickly put down the firewood in her hand and waved her hands repeatedly: "Don't mind, don't mind, thank you very much, madam."

Seeing her happy, Song Xile couldn't help but smile.