Ji Wei didn't agree immediately, but asked the butcher to pick up the sacks and count them carefully. There were only four large bones in the bag, but there were a few ribs lying underneath, which didn't see clearly just now.

The meat on these ribs has been plucked clean, leaving only the bones.

Ji Wei's temples jumped as he watched, and he regretted silently in his heart. This is really a waste of money. The ribs are soft and tender, whether it is stewed or braised, they are excellent, but they are even cut into bones.

"The meat on this pig's rib has also been removed?" Ji Wei turned over the bones, pretending to be calm.

"No, this rib meat still takes time to pick, and the price is low. It costs fifteen cents a pound, here." The butcher pointed to a pile of minced meat in the corner, "It has to be put out every day. In the end, sometimes it is sold for 12 or 3 pennies, which is a pity."

Ji Wei nodded, agreeing in his heart. But because couldn't tell, had to ask the butcher the opening time on weekdays, and planned to go to the butcher's shop to buy a few pounds of ribs next time, so as not to be picked clean and turned into a pile of minced meat.

He negotiated a price with the butcher, and used seven pennies to carry away the pile of bones together with the sack. When she threw it on the cart, Liu Yimian was taken aback and stared at the sack with wide eyes, looking in disbelief.

"Brother Ji, how much meat did you buy?" Looking at the bag, Liu Yimian was a little worried, afraid that Ji Wei would not spend money in moderation, and would buy meat with all the money he finally earned today.

"do not know."

Liu Yimian was puzzled and a little anxious, bit her lip and followed Ji Wei silently.

The two walked halfway back and forth, and Ji Weicai noticed something was wrong, "Why don't you talk? Tired?"

Although Ji Wei was careful and polite, after all, after only five short days, the original owner Yu Wei was still there, and Liu Yimian was still a little scared, she immediately shook her head, and whispered: "I'm not tired, Brother Ji, push the car for me. ."

Ji Wei smiled and said, "You little arm and calf, you should keep writing. I'll do this kind of work."

"Writing?" Liu Yimian was startled.

Since his mother died, he has hardly touched a pen. Every day from working with his eyes open to closing his eyes, he has to forget how to write.

Ji Wei saw that he was not leaving, so he also stopped. Seeing the young man staring at him in a daze, he couldn't help but play, his index finger was slightly bent, and he flicked it heavily on his forehead, leaving a red mark, which made Liu Yimian jump up and look at him in panic.

"You're only fifteen years old, and you should study hard. If you don't read and write well, what are you going to do? Are you chopping wood to cook?" Ji Wei rubbed his stomach and urged, "Hurry up, eat sweet potatoes early in the morning. After digesting it, I'm still going home for lunch."

Ji Wei is tall and tall, nearly a head taller than Liu Yimian, with long hands and feet, and he walks with wind. In order not to be pulled down by him, Liu Yimian had to trot to keep up, so there was no time to think about it.

After rushing all the way, the two arrived home at noon.

Ji Wei asked Liu Yimian to wipe the cart, while he took a tube bone and most of the ribs, washed them and cut them into pieces. Put half a pot of water in the iron pot, only add ginger slices, and cover the pot. I poured out about a pound of flour, beat an egg, added salt and water, kneaded it into a smooth dough, and put it in an iron pot to wake up the noodles.

From getting up in the morning to now, Ji Wei has kneaded a lot of noodles. Thanks to the original owner's good physical fitness, he survived the whole process. But after being tired for a long time, my arms are a little sore.

Ji Wei poured a bowl of cold water from the teapot and sat on the stool to drink. As soon as his body relaxed, his thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and he began to think about how to continue his favorite career in his previous life in this primitive and backward world.

Speaking of West Point, this is a very tool-dependent industry. As long as you play baking, you can't miss spending money on tools. It can be said that the baker is completely piled up with money.

There are two kinds of baking tools, one is a mold, although it is fine, it is not impossible to make. What makes Ji Wei embarrassed is the plug-in tools such as ovens and bread machines. Even if he can ask someone to make shells, he can't solve the problem of running out of electricity.

If he wants to resume his old business in this world, the top priority is to solve the oven.

No oven, no pastry.

Ji Wei suddenly felt a headache. In the past life, the oven was from several thousand yuan to tens of hundreds of yuan. It was everywhere and bloomed everywhere. How could he have thought that one day, he would be stumped by it.

If there is a solution, it is not without it.

Ji Wei spent many years abroad to study West Point in his previous life. have seen many home-made bread kilns, and have used them and asked about the production principles, but he has never done it before, so whether it can be successful is still a question.

He was fascinated here, and Liu Yimian, who had finished wiping the cart, smelled the smell and walked in. Seeing Ji Wei sitting and thinking about something, he immediately put the rag aside, walked behind him, and whispered, "Brother Ji, I'll pinch it for you."

Before the original owner was tired outside, when he got home, he would ask Liu Yimian to help him squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs. At first, the original owner disliked Liu Yimian's lack of energy, and after scolding a few times, Liu Yimian grew up quickly. Later, the craftsmanship became more and more exquisite, which made the original owner quite praised.

Without waiting for Ji Wei to agree, Liu Yimian's hand squeezed Ji Wei's shoulder. He skillfully pressed near the spine, light or heavy, so that Ji Wei, who had been tired from the morning until now, felt a burst of heat in his shoulders, and couldn't help moaning comfortably, and praised: "Mianmian, you It's really good work."

In the previous life, Ji Wei went to the store to spend money on massage, and the masseuse's skill was just like this.

Liu Yimian's face was slightly hot, but she didn't make a sound.

Mianmian was his nickname, except for his mother, only Aunt Zhou called him that. When the original owner called him to and fro, at most he was angry and called him Liu Yimian, how could he be so affectionate and familiar. Ji Wei's call made Liu Yimian a little embarrassed.

Ji Wei was very comfortable being massaged, and when he got up early, his eyelids were fighting up and down, and he was a little drowsy. After a while, his head jerked, and he jumped up from the stool, remembering that something was still burning in the pot.