Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 389 Corruption

"What's the big deal? Just use it for yourself. When people from our village went back home today, each family took a few pieces back..."

Seeing the two of them declining again and again, Shen Jing felt jealous. Just now, Sister Song Ying didn't tell him that she would give it to him for free in the future. Although he didn't need the money, this was too much discrimination.

So, he said sourly: "You don't need to save money for him. He has just made a lot of money copying books recently. Besides, he was admitted to the inner room early and became an inner class student. The academy will give him three coins of silver every month."

Song Ying and Luo Yanxing didn't notice the sourness in his tone, and asked in surprise: "The academy still gives money to students?"

Yuan Qing explained: "The teacher is from Mindi, where learning is flourishing, there are many scholars and academies. In order to recruit potential scholars, some academies have set a precedent of monthly fees.

In order to encourage the students in the academy to study hard, the teacher discussed with Minister Shen and Prefect Shen and decided to follow this approach in our academy. "

Song Ying and Luo Yanxing were still too shocked to speak. They only knew that one had to pay tuition fees to study, and this was the first time they heard that an academy gave money to students!

There is such a good thing!

After being stunned for a long time, Song Ying said, "Well, we've kept you waiting for a long time today. This pancreas is our apology to you. It's free. If you come to buy it next time, we'll charge you."

Yuan Qing thought for a moment and finally agreed.

It was getting late, so after buying the soap, the two of them prepared to leave. Shen Jing said, "Brother Yuan, it's getting late today. Why don't you go to my place and spend a night there, and then go to the academy together tomorrow."

Yuan Qing shook his head, "No, I have to see the teacher tomorrow, and I have an essay to write."

Having to write articles late at night, Song Ying secretly sighed at the hard work. At the same time, she also understood that Yuan Qing really squeezed out time to support them.

After understanding this, she felt even more touched and guilty, and asked curiously, "Do you always finish school so late?"

"That's right," Shen Jing stretched lazily, "After reading all day, my mind is so fuzzy. I just hope to relax on the way home every day. After dinner, I have to light the lamp and continue reading!"

Song Ying blinked and looked at Yuan Qing: "Then you live in the academy, and you only have a short time to relax. Isn't it more difficult?"

Shen Jing: “…”

Yuan Qing said: "It's OK. When I get tired of reading, I write contemporary essays. When I get tired of writing, I read. It's not that tiring to switch between the two."

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Song Ying turned inside and said, "I'll get you a lantern."

Yuan Qing held her back and said, "No, it's still early. It only takes 25 minutes to get back to the academy from here. It won't be dark before."

He spoke so confidently, and seeing that it was still light outside, Song Ying did not insist and sent them to the door.

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In the days that followed, Song Ying only had to go to the Shen Mansion once every two days. The rest of the time he traveled back and forth between the clinic and the shop, which was nearly half the distance before and much easier.

That afternoon, the clinic was closed. She picked up the pig pancreas paste that she and Lin Wenxuan had made in their free time and was about to go back, but she smelled a foul odor.

Song Ying's heart skipped a beat and he moved closer to smell it, and sure enough, something was wrong.

Lin Wenxuan packed up the pharmacy and went to the backyard. Seeing that she hadn't left yet, he couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't you left yet?"

“The pig pancreas stinks.”

"It stinks?" Lin Wenxuan was also startled, and hurried over to smell it, then he was also dumbfounded, "What should I do?"

Song Ying looked at the setting sun which was still quite high in the sky. The weather would only get hotter, so he paid more attention to the storage of the pig pancreas. After a day, the pig pancreas would easily go bad.

No! Not just pig pancreas, but also those freshly made pancreases...

Thinking of this, Song Ying turned around and ran out: "Brother, throw these away, I have to go back and take a look!"

She trotted all the way home without even having time to greet Luo Yanxing in the shop, and went straight to the west wing where the soap was kept.

She picked up the newly made pancreas and smelled it. Sure enough, the fresh fragrance of the bamboo tube could not cover up the faint smell of decay. Song Ying picked up the other pancreas and smelled them one by one. Those that were newly made recently had more or less bad smell, while the others did not smell bad, but she could not be sure whether they were not spoiled.

Seeing her in such a hurry, Luo Yanxing sent away the customers in the store and hurried in, "What's wrong?"

After asking, without waiting for an answer, he continued, "I was just about to tell you about pancreas. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the pancreas is hard to dry and tends to become soft."

Song Ying picked up the bamboo tube and handed it to her, "Smell it."

Luo Yanxing sniffed and asked, "Why does it smell bad?"

Immediately, she realized, "It's the pig pancreas. It's too hot, and the pancreas is bad! What should I do?"

Song Ying sighed and said, "Use lard."

"This is too extravagant." Luo Yanxing still found it hard to accept. She felt guilty when she thought about how many low-income people could barely see oil all year round, but she had to use it to make pancreas.

Song Ying also thought it was a luxury, but that was the way the world was. If they didn't buy the lard to make pancreas, the poor people would still not be able to afford it.

She added, "As for these soaps, don't buy them. We can use the ones that are not broken to wash clothes, and throw away the ones that are broken."

Although some of them don't smell bad, it's still hard to sell them to customers. After all, they're things that are put on your hands and faces, and you'd feel guilty if you didn't sell them to customers.

"Then teach me how to do it tonight." At this point, Luo Yanxing could only accept it.

"It's the same as before. Soak the wood ash in water tonight. Go to the lake tomorrow to pick up some shells, grind them into powder and add them to the wood ash. Then filter the water twice. When the water is almost dry, go buy some lard and boil it."

"Grind the shells into powder?" Luo Yanxing looked at his hands, "I may not have the strength to do it."

That thing was like a stone. Although Luo Yanxing was very confident in his strength, he didn't think he could do it.

"Bake it over charcoal fire. Once it's crispy, it will be easy to grind. Oh, by the way, I have to bring back a set of copper pestles and mortars from the clinic tomorrow. I'll buy another set later if it fits."

After discussing the details, the two of them took out the rotten pancreas in the house and threw it away before it got dark, and moved the rest to the cooler east wing, leaving them there for a few days to see how they performed.

When Song Ergu came back and heard about this, she felt very sad and wanted to use the broken pancreas herself, but was stopped by Song Ying and Luo Yanxing.

Grinding shells and boiling lard, when the whiter and more delicate pancreas was made and put into bamboo tubes, Luo Yanxing felt distressed but couldn't help but jump for joy, "How much do we sell this pancreas for?"

"Same as before."

"But lard is nearly twice as expensive as pig pancreas." Luo Yanxing was not very happy.

Song Ying sighed: "What can we do? We can't make the same pancreas we had before."