Sun Yingying raised her eyebrows and looked at Bai Yixiu, "Collection of books? Does the Lin family have a lot of books?"

Bai Yixiu nodded, "Yes, the Lin family has a lot of books. In the warehouse in the capital, there are more than a dozen rooms in two yards and more than a dozen rooms, all of which are books, and they are original books. There are handwritten copies in the large yard in the old house of the Lin family.

Students in the clan can copy books in exchange for money. Now there is another copy of the Lin family’s collection. When Daiyu gets married, she can be a dowry.”

Sun Yingying was surprised, "No wonder everyone says that the Lin family is a noble literati, it is true. Are these books collected by the Lin family over the years?"

A cherished family is the real scholarly family.

Through such a move, the Lin family perfectly interpreted this point.

Bai Yixiu replied: "Part one was collected and copied by other people's ancient books by the ancestors of the Lin family, and partly the ancestors of the Lin family followed the Taizu of the dynasty to attack the capital. When generals like the Rong family's historians had no ink in their stomachs, they robbed gold, silver and jewelry when they saw them. Instead, there were all kinds of antiques, calligraphy and painting books. My Lin family has been in the scholarly family for generations and cherished books, so they collected all those books. Many of them were burned by the fire, and the ancestors of the Lin family cried with pain."

Sun Yingying didn't expect that there were so many famous books in the Lin family, and she exclaimed, "No wonder, since that's the case, then follow your words. I copied those good prescriptions, which are practical."

After digging a basket of shepherd's purse, Sun Yingying and Bai Yixiu came back.

Sun Yingying wrapped her hair with a gauze scarf, took off the old leaves from the shepherd's purse, washed them and chopped them up, "Go and call the lady over, let's make dumplings together."

"Yes, madam." Chunhong replied and walked out.

Bai Yixiu also washed his hands and started chopping the meat.

The noodles that were alive before have woken up, and Sun Yingying started to mix the fillings and was very skillful in the movements.

Lin Daiyu came over with Xueyan and Zijuan, and saw the scene of her parents working and laughing.

Zijuan's eyes lit up. Maybe this is a good opportunity to start.

However, Zijuan soon realized that the opportunity was good, but it was difficult to start. That thing would not kill anyone, but if it was accidentally eaten by the girl and could not have children in the future, wouldn’t that harm the girl?

Thinking of this, Zijuan had to give up and had to find another way.

Lin Daiyu came over and asked, "Mother, are you asking me to make dumplings?"

Sun Yingying nodded, "Yes, I won't let the chef do it today. Our family of three is like an ordinary farmer, doing it yourself and having enough food and clothing, is it okay?"

Lin Daiyu found it very interesting and nodded without hesitation, "Yeah, it's very interesting. I'll wash my hands. I won't, mother, teach me."

"Okay, the dumplings made by your father are better, they all look like small ingots." Sun Yingying praised, "The filling is ready, I will start rolling the skin."

Sun Yingying cut a piece of dough from the dough, then started kneading it into a dough, digging a hole in the middle, and then kneading it into a circle, and then tearing it off after the thumb is thick, starting to knead it into a cylinder on the chopping board, and using a wooden knife to make small doughs.

Bai Yixiu pressed the dough and sprinkled some flour on it.

Sun Yingying held a small rolling pin and started to carry the edge of the dough in one hand and roll the dough with the other hand, while rolling it, carrying the skin. The dough rolled out in this way was thick in the middle and thin in the edges, which was not only delicious, but also not easy to break the skin.
Chapter completed!