But Ji Wei is not worried.

A group of people were sent away, and another group came shortly after.

Ji Wei reiterated their skills and showed them the finished product. Such a simple life, those men who have never read any books, will know it after a few glances.

The milk that has been milked is continuously delivered from Zhao Laizi's house.

In Ji's yard, new men continue to join.

When the sun was almost on the west bank, Ji Wei and Liu Yimian had time to stop and take a breath after receiving the wages for the people who had worked for a day and sending them off.

"Mianmian, do me a favor." Ji Wei went back to the house and took the stack of papers written all afternoon, and handed it to Liu Yimian, "Help me go to the street to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Liu Yimian didn't know many people in Changliu Town.

"Go to the Four Treasures of the Study on South Street and ask the shopkeeper to introduce you to a good painter."

"What are you looking for them for?"

"You still remember the biscuits I let you eat before."

Liu Yimian nodded, of course she remembered. How could he forget something so delicious.

"You just ask him to draw it for you, just draw it here." Ji Wei pointed to the blank space on the flyer, "It needs to be lifelike."

"This is—" Liu Yimian was literate, but after reading it several times, she didn't understand what it was doing.

"You just ask him to paint it. You have to paint it. Show it to me when you're done. If I think it's fine, let him make 200 copies."

Liu Yimian exclaimed, "Two hundred copies?"

"Yes, I will pay a tael of silver, which is quite a lot."

A family of three with a tael of silver can only earn enough to work for a month without touching the ground. If the students are diligent, they can complete the production in less than ten days.

This is a lucrative deal!

Although Liu Yimian murmured in her heart, she also knew that Ji Wei was a person who knew something. Since he has this requirement, it means that he will never suffer.

He still has confidence in Ji Wei.

After Liu Yimian left, Ji Wei began to process semi-finished butter.

It was boiling water and stirring again, and it was exhausting.

It was almost when it started to get dark that he made the butter. Pack it in a small bucket and quickly put it in the well to keep it safe.

"Actually, there's no need to make it yourself, anyway, they don't know the recipe." Ji Wei was so tired that he slumped on the stool and laughed at himself for being stupid.

The weather was hot, and after a tiring day, although was terribly hungry, had no appetite.

He took out the jar of hawthorn jam he made yesterday, mixed some flour, goat's milk, sugar, and eggs with the prepared semi-solid butter, and poured it directly into an iron pan with a layer of oil to fry it.

Waffles need special molds, but the conditions are simple and they don't need to be so rigid.

Fry it in the pan until both sides are slightly yellowish round cakes, and Ji Wei eats it with hawthorn jam.

Homemade butter milk has a very strong fragrance, and the boiled hawthorn sauce is sweet and sour, making it the best appetizer in summer.

After taking a bite mixed with jam, the saliva in his mouth secreted frantically. Ji Wei couldn't hold it back. He ate the palm-sized waffle in three or two bites, and then ate three more pieces in a row, and finally stopped his good appetite.

If he continued to eat like this, he was afraid that when Liu Yimian came back, he would have nothing to eat.

Ji Wei hurriedly went to the house and poured the sweet mung bean soup, and he felt full after drinking a bowl.

After cleaning the messy yard again, finally got back to Liu Yimian, who had been out for more than an hour.

"Brother Ji, take a look, can this painting work?" The student was a good painter, and Ji Wei, the shopkeeper, found someone and recommended it.

It's just that haven't eaten biscuits or seen them before. Just listening to Liu Yimian's words is still a bit abstract. In addition, he was working for Ji Wei and was very restrained. He kept asking Liu Yimian for help, and then he drew seven or eight points.

It was dark outside, Ji Wei went back to the house to light the lamp and looked at the paintings by the candles.

Although it was somewhat different from the cookies he had in mind, it was quite a novelty to the ancients who had never seen cookies.

And this student's painting skills are really good, the yellow @ tone is neither too strong nor too light, and some scattered light pink petals are painted on the edge of a row of biscuits, which is fresh and agile.

"Yes, it's worth a tael of silver." Seeing that Liu Yimian's forehead was covered in sweat, Ji Wei stretched out his sleeves and wiped his forehead for him, pulling him to the table, "You've also been tired all day, so let's eat something."

Since the morning, the two have only eaten some mung bean soup.

Although have been eating, it is not something that can fill me up. When get busy, get hungry.

Just as Liu Yimian wanted to get the waffle, she was a little shy, "Brother Ji hasn't eaten yet, I'm not very hungry."

"Have eaten, these three pieces, you must eat them all." Ji Wei spooned a spoonful of hawthorn sauce, spread it on the waffle, and held it to Liu Yimian's lips, staring at him.

Liu Yimian could never beat Ji Wei, blushed and bit her mouth.

First bite, sour.

Liu Yimian's small face was wrinkled into a bun, her mouth tightly closed. But when he thought that Ji Wei made it himself, he still endured the acid and continued to eat.

After eating a few more bites, the sweet and sour mixes, gradually getting used to it, he actually felt a little addicted, so he quickly finished eating the waffle.

"What is this?" Liu Yimian's eyes were bright, and she looked very surprised.

"I call it a waffle, and it's jam-packed."

"I like it." Liu Yimian murmured, and couldn't help but eat another piece.

Compared with the slightly dry taste of the biscuits, the waffles are dipped in jam, soft, light and moist, sweet and sour, and have a summer feeling.

Because that student was found by Liu Yimian.

After the meal, he didn't listen to Ji Wei's words, stayed at home to rest, took the sheets of paper, and hurriedly went to find each other again. He was asked to make 200 copies of such a leaflet, ligatures and pictures, within five days.

It doesn’t matter if you’re tired, in Liu Yimian’s heart—

Brother Ji's efforts to make money can't be delayed even for a moment.

Chapter 29

West Street, Baozi Xishi's home.