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The sugar mill, which had been converted into a mosquito repellent workshop because there was no more sugarcane, is now filled with cassava chunks in the place where the sugar mill used to store sugarcane.

Tian led the women in dividing the work: some washed the cassava tubers, some peeled them, and some cut them into small pieces and soaked them in water...

"Aunt Tian, ​​cassava is indeed poisonous, and not a single drop of this poison can be left."

"We soak the cassava chunks in water for two or three days, and then crush them into powder."

As Cheng Qiqi spoke, she reminded him, "The skin must be removed."

"Oh dear, Qiqi."

Upon hearing this, Madam Tian immediately became anxious and said, "The cassava soup we ate yesterday wasn't soaked for two or three days! We're not going to get poisoned, are we?"

Thinking about the cassava she had eaten yesterday, Ms. Tian became a little worried. She clutched her chest and thought: She didn't feel nauseous or uncomfortable anywhere, did she?

"Aunt Tian, ​​I made the tapioca flour yesterday, and I did every step very cleanly. But now that we're making it in large quantities, to ensure there's absolutely no toxins, we should soak it for three days."

Cheng Qiqi couldn't guarantee that if any of these aunties and sisters-in-law who were reluctant to peel the skins were lazy, wouldn't that be the end of the world?

She said, "Therefore, this time when making cassava flour, I need an upright person to check every step of the process, such as whether the peel has been cleaned properly and whether it has been soaked for three days."

She certainly didn't want what she made to be poisonous.

"Then find Song Wu Niang."

The villagers said in unison, and then everyone looked in the direction of Song Wu Niang.

"I definitely won't agree to anyone peeling less skin."

Song Wu Niang stood up, her voice clear and meticulous.

Cheng Qiqi looked at her and asked, "You and Song Zhenmei...?"

"She is my sister."

Song Wu Niang smiled, pursing her lips.

"No wonder, they look very similar."

Cheng Qiqi nodded, looking at Song Wuniang with her hair in a married woman's bun, indicating that she had gotten married.

"Qiqi, don't worry, with Fifth Aunt here. She's someone who won't tolerate even the slightest imperfection."

Madam Tian smiled and said, "Look at the patches on Fifth Sister's clothes, they are all square and neat."

Aunt Rong couldn't wait to say, "Yes, that's not all. Other people's rice seedlings are a little crooked, but hers are perfectly straight, almost like a mason's plumb line."

"The vegetables she grows are so perfect, it's like they've been measured with a ruler."

"Even the vegetable seeds have to be carefully selected, one by one; any seeds that don't meet the standards are discarded."

"Vegetable seeds are nothing, she's much more picky about grain seeds."

"..."

As everyone chatted amongst themselves, Cheng Qiqi understood that this Song Wuniang was meticulous in her work. She smiled and said, "Wuniang, from now on, the cassava soup will be in your hands!"

"no problem."

Song Wu Niang patted her chest and assured her.

After the event ended, Madam Tian said, "With Fifth Sister here, you can rest assured."

"Speaking of which, the camphor balls made by Fifth Sister's husband, Zhuang Shi, are all the same kind in our Chaosheng County."

Madam Tian gave a thumbs up and said, "Her younger brother-in-law, Zhuang Zai, has been sent to school. Although he hasn't passed the imperial examination yet, he is literate and very refined. The teacher praises him and says he will pass the imperial examination in the future."

Zhuang Shi, Zhuang Zai.

Cheng Qiqi thought the name was quite fitting, and said, "Studying is good, and you can pass the imperial examinations."

"That's right..."

Tian wanted to say something more, but then covered her mouth. The Jin family were important figures from the capital, but they had made a mistake and were punished by the emperor.

"Qiqi, since you came to the village, it has become lively, and everyone has made money."

Tian started praising her, but Cheng Qiqi didn't get carried away by the praise; instead, she became even more clear-headed.

The villagers treat her so well, nine times out of ten, because she can lead everyone to make money.

……

In just a few days, the tapioca flour was successfully made, and Cheng Qiqi successfully found pumpkin and taro to make taro balls in two different colors.

The shop in Guihuali is also about to open.

"Qiqi, look, how are these fish balls cooked?"

"Qiqi, can we take these taro balls out now?"

"Is this the price for these mosquito repellent lotions?"

"..."

Early in the morning, Cheng Qiqi was almost completely disoriented by everyone's enthusiastic shouts of "Qiqi".

"Aunt Tian, ​​Sister Rong, Sister Zhuang, Zhenmei, Xue'er, don't panic, just do what we always do!"

Cheng Qiqi's calm words reassured everyone: "Aunt Tian, ​​you can just focus on making fish balls in the back, just like usual."

"Third sister, you're in charge of making this taro ball sweet soup. Just make it the same way we made it in the village."

"Zhenmei, Xue'er, you two are in charge of selling floral water and mosquito repellent. Remember, as long as the price is firm, then just keep praising it."

Cheng Qiqi spoke to each of them one by one, her words calm and unhurried, and the Tian family members calmed down again.

It was their first time opening a shop, and they were very anxious.

Tian went to the backyard, where Wen and several skilled fish ball makers were making fish balls non-stop. Tian said, "Don't worry, Qiqi said we can just do it as usual. Before, when we sold fish balls, we would sit under a tree to sell them."

"Now that we have a shop, it's easier to sell."

As Tian said this, she kept craning her neck to look at the shop in front of her, wondering if any customers were coming.

"Fish balls for sale! Delicious fish balls, five coins a bowl."

Cheng Qiqi looked at the fish balls simmering in bone broth in the pot. The aroma was irresistible. It was morning, and her clear, crisp voice was the most unique sound on the street.

"Madam Cheng, your pickled cabbage porridge is delicious."

A woman recognized Cheng Qiqi immediately upon seeing her; she was the one who sold pickled cabbage porridge. Although Cheng Qiqi rarely came to the county, she had clearly witnessed the incident when Cheng Qiqi was selling pickled cabbage porridge and encountered the inspection team.

At that time, she thought that this Cheng Niangzi was very capable; she wasn't afraid at all when trouble came her way.

Later, he saw Cheng Qiqi teaching people how to cure someone who had a sore throat, so when he saw Cheng Qiqi's shop, he immediately said, "Give me a bowl."

"Alright, here's a bowl, take it."

Cheng Qiqi scooped out a bowl of six fish balls and asked, "Auntie, are you taking them home to eat, or are you eating them here?"

"Take it home to eat."

The woman came out with a bowl. She had originally gone to buy tofu, but now she decided to buy fish balls instead.

"Auntie, would you like to try our taro balls? They're freshly made, I guarantee they'll be delicious."

Cheng Qiqi turned to the side and laid out the yellow and white taro balls she had made. She took a small bowl and gave one to the woman to try: "Try it for free. If you don't like it, you don't have to pay."

"This tastes...delicious."

The woman smacked her lips, then fixed her gaze on the taro balls in Cheng Qiqi's hand, and asked, "How much are these taro balls?"

She had already eaten fish balls before; the fish balls made by the women in Guihua Village were tender, fragrant, and not fishy at all. But she had never tried taro balls before.