Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Lu Ting squatted down and picked up a duck egg.

It was quite heavy and a size larger than the average duck egg in the village.

"My wife's scientific farming methods are really amazing."

Although duck eggs are not as valuable as chicken eggs at this time, they can't withstand the daily steam rising from the bottoms of more than a hundred ducks!

"Collect the eggs first, don't let them get damaged by the sun," Lu Ting ordered in a deep voice.

The two worked quickly and efficiently, filling the two large bamboo baskets more than halfway in less than half an hour, while being careful not to crush them.

Back in the courtyard, Jiang Mian had just gotten up.

Her hair was loose and disheveled, making her look like a delicate porcelain doll, completely out of place in this drab farmhouse.

Jiang Mian was taken aback when she saw the bamboo basket filled with countless duck eggs.

What's going on? Has my duck started laying eggs? And all of them were laid in a single day?

In the courtyard, the morning light was faint.

Hundreds of bluish-white duck eggs were piled up in two large bamboo baskets.

Er Gouzi squatted on the ground, looking at the pile of eggs with a worried expression.

"Brother, what are we going to do with so many eggs? It's hot, they'll start to yolk after two or three days."

"If you take them to the supply and marketing cooperative to sell, they'll only take a few dozen at most, and the rest will just go bad in your hands."

In this era of scarcity of resources and inconvenient logistics, a bountiful harvest can sometimes be a source of trouble.

Lu Ting frowned, a hint of difficulty flashing across his resolute face.

He looked at Jiang Mian, who had just gotten up and was walking over while combing her hair.

"Mianmian, how about I ride my bike to the county and try to sell as many as I can? If that doesn't work, I'll pickle them into salted duck eggs."

Jiang Mian slowly combed her long hair and lazily yawned.

"No need to rush. Fresh duck eggs don't fetch much of a price, and salted duck eggs take a month to develop oil, which is too slow."

Looking at the pile of eggs, the [Lead-Free Flowing Century Egg Making Technique] that she had previously received as a system reward instantly popped into her mind.

In addition to the process, the system also contains a matching fermentation catalyst that can accelerate the pickling process.

"Honey," Jiang Mian put down the comb, her eyes crinkling into a smile, "we won't make salted duck eggs, we'll make preserved eggs."

"Preserved...century egg?"

Lu Ting and Er Gouzi were both stunned.

What is that?

Could it be a preserved egg? (That is, a century egg)

In the supply and marketing cooperative, an ordinary duck egg sells for five cents, but a preserved egg costs two mao (0.2 yuan).

Serving a plate of cold preserved eggs during festivals is a source of great pride.

But this thing has a high technical threshold, and no one in the village knows how to make it.

"Can you do it?" Lu Ting asked instinctively, then realized he had asked a pointless question.

My wife can even raise fish scientifically, so what's a little egg-making?

"Of course, it's written in the book." Jiang Mian said without blushing or her heart skipping a beat.

She stretched out her slender white fingers and launched into a tirade, "I need quicklime, soda ash, wood ash, coarse salt, and the cheapest tea leaves."

"Honey, go buy the ingredients. Er Gouzi, go boil water and make tea, the stronger the better."

Lu Ting, who had been worried just moments before, saw the confusion in his eyes disappear upon hearing this series of instructions.

Instead, there is absolute trust.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Without saying a word, Lu Ting slung his long legs over the bicycle and sped out of the yard like the wind.

……

Half an hour later, Lu Ting returned with a full load of goods.

He not only bought quicklime and alkali, but also rummaged through the haystacks at the edge of the village and scavenged two large sacks of wood ash.

As I passed by Lao Lu's house, Lin Xiu'e was eating sunflower seeds and sunbathing in front of the door.

Upon seeing the dusty bag on the back seat of Lu Ting's car, Lin Xiu'e's eyes darted around.

"What's the second brother doing?"

"No, I have to go check it out!"

……

The atmosphere in the courtyard of the second house was lively.

Jiang Mian sat in a rocking chair, peeling candy in her hand, eating and giving instructions at the same time.

"First, filter out the tea water and let it cool."

"Pour the wood ash and quicklime into the large vat, be careful not to get any in your eyes."

Lu Ting took off his shirt and worked shirtless.

The October morning was slightly cool, but he was already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

His bronze-colored muscles rippled with the stirring motion, their lines smooth and firm, exuding explosive power.

Especially when he vigorously stirred the lime slurry, the veins on his arms bulged slightly, giving it a wild beauty.

Jiang Mian watched with great interest.

Isn't this much better looking than those lifeless muscles in gyms in later generations?

"Is the water boiling?" Lu Ting asked in a deep, magnetic voice.

"Alright, alright!" Er Gouzi ran over carrying a large bucket of dark tea.

"Pour it in!" Jiang Mian ordered.

Boiling hot tea was poured into quicklime.

Shila-

A plume of white steam instantly rose from the large vat, and the lime boiled violently upon contact with the water, making a bubbling sound.

A strange aroma, a blend of tea fragrance and alkaline scent, wafted through the air.

Once the temperature dropped slightly, Jiang Mian took advantage of the two people not paying attention and flicked her fingertips lightly.

A drop of transparent fermentation catalyst slid down her fingertip and silently merged into the still-churning mud.

[System notification: The powerful catalyst has taken effect. The fermentation cycle is expected to be shortened to 72 hours, the yield rate is 100%, and the taste is improved by 50%.]

Jiang Mian's lips curled slightly; it was done.

The next task was a delicate one.

Lu Ting squatted on the ground, his rough hands now incredibly gentle.

He picked up a duck egg, rolled it in the mud to coat it evenly, and then threw it into the pile of rice husks to roll around in.

One by one, the pale green duck eggs turned into grayish mud balls in an instant.

The movements were fluid and graceful. Although they were a little awkward at first, they quickly became as skilled as an old craftsman.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, flowed over his high nose bridge, and gathered at the tip of his chin, about to drip.

Jiang Mian was quite tempted.

She stood up, walked lightly to Lu Ting's side, and took out her handkerchief.

"Don't move."

The girl's soft voice rang in my ears.

Lu Ting froze, nearly crushing the duck egg he had just wrapped in mud in his hand.

Jiang Mian took the handkerchief with a faint fragrance and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, her movements as gentle as a feather brushing against him.

"Are you tired?" She leaned close, her breath brushing against the skin of his neck, sending a tingling sensation through him.

Lu Ting's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He tilted his head slightly, avoiding the gaze that was making his heart flutter. "I'm not tired. This little bit of work is nothing."

Er Gouzi squatted on the other side wrapping duck eggs, not daring to lift his head, wishing he could bury his head in the rice husks.

I shouldn't be here; I should be under the car.

Lin Xiu'e, who had specially followed along, witnessed the entire scene.

Looking at the yard full of duck eggs, she felt a pang of jealousy.

What incredible luck did the second son's family have?

Why are the ducks laying eggs more often than other people's?

But when she saw Lu Ting throwing perfectly good duck eggs into the lime mud, she was so happy she almost burst out laughing.

Why not sell perfectly good duck eggs instead of covering them in mud?

"Now the eggs are definitely going to rot!"

In her opinion, this must be Jiang Mian causing trouble again.

Who would waste things like that? That lime plaster is for burning walls.

Just as Lin Xiue was about to jump out and say something sarcastic, her clothes were tugged from behind.

"Shh!"