Chapter 677 Pickled Duck Eggs

Is this giant python a pet? Are these little girls afraid of danger?

"What the hell?" The vulture was dumbfounded.

"Let's find the secret recipe, and leave immediately when we find it." Guo reminded in a low voice.

"it is good!"

The vulture nodded, it was weird here.

Suddenly, the vulture that was about to move felt that he was being stared at by the beast, and turned his head to look, a ferocious green wolf mastiff was staring at him coldly, and the breath that radiated made his heart tremble!

"do not move……"

If it is found that something is wrong, no wonder there are not many people willing to take the task of Huaxia!

The eyes of this green wolf mastiff were simply too weird. They looked like toad eyes, extremely cold, and the two felt suffocated.

"Xiao Hui, what are you doing?"

"Oh~"

A little girl who was playing yelled, and Vulture and Guo discovered that the green wolf mastiff's breath with cold golden eyes instantly changed, the eyes became round, and the breath was not terrifying.

The first second and the next second have changed too much.

The Green Wolf Mastiff immediately ran to find the little girl who called it, his tail wagging fast.

"Damn it!" The vulture exhaled, cursing in a low voice.

Guo also let out a sigh. Just now, she felt like she was about to be torn apart by this green wolf mastiff.

"Let's leave first, this place is wrong."

3 million dollars is not worth their risk!

If the CEO of Maxx knew that the mercenaries he had hired at a high price were scared away when they entered the village, I don't know how he felt.

Jiang Xiaoye didn't even know the idea of ​​someone coming to make the secret recipe of rice candy.

There are a lot of things needed for pickled duck eggs. Jiang Xiaoye has already ordered a large number of them online. Pickling duck eggs is simple. He chose the traditional salt water pickled eggs.

Marinated with wine is alcoholic after all, and it's quite strong. It's not good for a customer to eat an egg and turn into a drunk driving.

And there are too many children and some people who don't like wine, which affects the market.

10,000 clay pots, this is what Jiang Xiaoye needs most. Jiang Xiaoye originally wanted to use plastic. After thinking about it, it is better to spend more money and use clay pots.

The seller was overjoyed with an order of 10,000 cans and immediately said that they would be delivered early the next morning!

Sure enough, the next morning, several large vehicles came to Yushan Village.

All of them are beautiful jars, and there is absolutely no problem with marinating dozens of duck eggs.

Jiang Xiaoye asked someone to help unload the truck, Dahan, Zhao Wuliu, Uncle and Uncle...

Soon, more than a dozen people from the village came to help unload the truck.

"Brother, we took the truck dumper, and the boss paid for it." The driver who drove the cart was also unloading the truck. It was embarrassing to see Jiang Xiaoye looking for so many people.

They brought two followers with each car.

"It's okay." Jiang Xiaoye smiled and shook his head. He stretched out his hands and raised two jars and threw them to Zhao Wuliu who was standing below and yawning.

This unscrupulous way of unloading makes the driver's eyelids jump. Isn't it afraid of killing people?

"Xiao Ye, is there anything interesting lately? It's so boring." Zhao Wuliu doesn't know what to broadcast or hunt. During this time, fans are not as enthusiastic as before, and so is eating and broadcasting.

"Not yet, wait for me to think about it."

Jiang Xiaoye quickly threw the jar at Zhao Wuliu, and Zhao Wuliu caught it steadily every time, without even looking at it.

More and more people came to help in the village. Jiang Yunshan looked at the backyard gradually filled with jars and couldn't help but said, "How many salted duck eggs are you going to pickle?"

"Xiao Ye said it's going to be sold." Li Lan was pulling the water pipe to wash one by one.

The old village chief asked Jiang Xiaoye, and immediately went to call someone. This is no small job. Pickling salted duck eggs is very troublesome.

Groups of women in the village have come to work.

Washing the jars and duck eggs, the weather has turned cold, and they can only be dried, not exposed to the sun.

To boil salt water, Jiang Xiaoye chose the spirit spring in the mountain god's sword gourd to add salt, and the whole Yushan Village was busy.

"Xiao Ye, I heard that business in the store is very good?"

The women in the village are very gossips. When they gather together, they talk about everything.

Jiang Xiaoye smiled and said: "Very good. Just wait for the chickens you feed to grow up. The chickens and ducks I raise are almost sold, and there are only some chickens and ducks that lay eggs."

Except for the three Bawang ducks who were treated well before, the rest of the chickens and ducks are almost all on the barbecue grill.

"It needs to start next year, Xiao Ye, making money is too easy for you."

"Yes, college students are great."

The people in the village are envious of it. People make money. They make money as they want. It's simply too simple.

The little black tail swayed fast and shuttled back and forth, but he knew how delicious the marinated duck eggs were, and they were all placed outside. Wouldn't it be possible to steal them in the future?

Duck eggs are not delicious when cooking, and they are smelly. Even if they are fed from Lingquan food, this shortcoming still exists, but it is absolutely delicious when pickled!

"Xiao Ye, when will it be marinated? Give me some wine then!"

Zhao Wuliu drooled when he thought of cutting the salted duck egg in half and the golden oil flowing from the cut surface of the eggshell.

In the past, Zhao Wuliu could patronize the pickled eggs of anyone in the yard as long as they were placed in a jar in the yard.

"Zhao Wuliu, are you still short of food and drinks? Don't you eat meat? Poor people can't afford meat?"

Some villagers joked.

"Killing, I owe 20,000 yuan to me and dare to be so pissed, do you want to pay it back? You know what a fart, a plate of peanuts, a few sliced ​​duck eggs, what kind of meat do you want? Open a bottle of wine, that tastes , Tut!"

What Zhao Wuliu said, Xiao Hei kept licking his mouth, and many people swallowed his mouth.

Yes, eating peanuts, and the marinated duck eggs, drinking a little wine, this day, comfortable!

"Oh, Zhao Wuliu, are you tired of eating big fish and meat? Then I wish you to eat salted duck eggs every day!"

The aunt in the village was very envious of Zhao Wuliu, who was originally a rogue village tyrant, so why did he become so good suddenly? He still owes Zhao five to six tens of thousands of dollars.

"You yin and yang want to repay the money, don't you? Didn't your son marry a beautiful young daughter-in-law? I wish your son is infertile and has children and grandchildren!"

"Hurry up and get out!"

"Cut, wait for me to climb the wall at night!"

Zhao Wuliu is fearless, anyway this is one of his hobbies.

There are too many duck eggs accumulated, which obviously cannot be done in one or two days, but with the experience of making wine and locust sauce, Jiang Xiaoye does not need to pay attention at all.

This original method of marinating takes about a month to marinate.