Dressed As a Farm Boy, He Cheated on His Way Out of the Desert.

Chapter 684 represents the taste of happiness

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the wind and snow come one after another, as if it’s Laba in the blink of an eye.

Before it got dark, Tao Hongying, Shuiling, Shuiyun, Sister-in-law Qiong and Dongmei, who came to help, heated up the two large pots on the stove.

Then, the eight kinds of grains and beans picked yesterday were washed, filled with water, and boiled.

 When the sky is bright, the Laba porridge in the pot is also stirred to become thick and sweet.

This is true for every household in Xincun and Ercun.

It was rare for the naughty boys not to be lazy in bed, so they took the initiative to get up, holding the bowl with sleepy eyes, waiting to drink Laba porridge.

 Actually, life is easy now, and a bowl of multigrain porridge with sugar is not a rare thing.

 However, no matter what season it is, whatever you eat will have a three-point bonus of good taste!

The cold wind is howling outside and snow particles are flying. The family gathers together to drink a bowl of hot Laba porridge.

 This Laba porridge is no longer porridge, it is peace, reunion and abundance.

This is what the whole family drinks to give them peace of mind and stability.

Jiayin drank two large bowls of the spicy cabbage, salted cucumber and red mustard shreds that my mother had pickled by herself. Finally, with her round belly in her hands, she walked around to eat.

Li Laoer originally wanted to rest at home for a day, but Zheng Feng got up early and came back. After saying a few words, he went into the city.

He didn't ask for help. When he heard about the location of Yaochi and the tight protection, he planned to ask Lord Marquis to borrow some men.

But the Marquis is in the military camp, and it takes half a day to ride a horse back and forth. I'm afraid the opportunity will be missed.

Fortunately, Zheng Liu, Zheng Qi and others followed Jia Ren and the others to Quanzhou in the hands of the people sent by Zheng Jiazhuang. However, Zheng Sanjiang and Jia Huan's young boy Zheng Er are both in the city, so they can help temporarily.

So, at three o'clock in the morning, Zheng Sanjiang and Zheng Er dressed up as a father and son, carried a load of mountain pears, and set off...

 In the yard of Li's house, Mrs. Wen and Wenjuan were sewing together and talking to Mrs. Li.

Mrs. Wen and Wenjuan were pregnant less than a month apart. Now they are both five or six months old, and they are already very big.

In such weather, they didn't dare to walk around outside. On weekdays, they would just run around between the two courtyards, which was considered active.

Mrs. Li took a large bowl of sticky rice and planned to sort it out and make sticky noodles, then steam bean buns and deep-fried fried rice cakes.

 This is a custom in the north. Even though they moved to Xindu, my family still likes this one.

 Because life was too poor in the Northland.

 In the best year of my life, I only steamed a hundred bean buns and fried twenty oil cakes.

That is the sweetest and happiest taste in the whole family’s memory.

Nowadays, it’s just a matter of words to buy a hundred kilograms of sticky rice every day at home. So the old lady planned to make more and send some to relatives and friends so that they could eat freshly.

Mrs. Wen and Wenjuan looked amused and greedy. They both threw away their needles and threads and started busy together, chatting and laughing, which was quite lively.

Mrs. Li said: "Here, sticky rice is not called sticky rice, but glutinous rice. It is not a valuable thing. But in our hometown, it is twice as expensive as ordinary white rice.

“That year my second son was working as an accountant in the city, and the master rewarded me with a few kilograms, so I steamed bean buns and fried oil cakes.

“Jiaxi and Jiaan are only four years old. After eating the oil cake, they licked their fingers one by one.

“I thought at that time, if life gets better in the future, I will fry hundreds of fried cakes so that the children can eat enough.

"As a result, a big basin of fried cakes is going to be fried today, and the children have all flown out of the nest again, and they can't come back easily!" Mrs. Wen guessed that Mrs. Li missed her grandson, and quickly advised: "This face-saving person If you can hold it, it's better to freeze two balls.

“During the Chinese New Year, the children can always get together, and it will be fried and eaten right then, so it tastes good!”

"Yes, grandma." Wen Juan also said: "Brother Huan is also in the city. He is getting busier and busier. He hasn't been back for four or five days. Leave some more and eat some fried cakes when he comes back."

Old Mrs. Li couldn't help laughing and said angrily: "Don't worry, I can't leave behind your child's father. Jia Huan likes sticky food the most, but he is sensible and refuses to say more.

“His brothers had eaten the sticky cakes sold in Luo’an town so many times before that they didn’t even remember it. Fu Niuer never forgot to bring a box to Jiahuan every time she came back from town.”

Wenjuan blushed. As a daughter-in-law, she actually didn’t know this.

It’s no wonder that my husband is always very kind to my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is really much more sensible and attentive than other children.

Tao Hongying came in from the outside, casually pulled on a thick cotton cloak, and said while putting it on: "Mom, I'm going to the second village for a walk. The New Year is coming soon. I'll see if there are any difficulties in the workshops and households."

"Go and take Fu Niu'er with you." Mrs. Li assigned her daughter-in-law a task, "This girl has eaten a lot in the morning, be careful if she puts on more meat, she will be fatter than a new year's pig!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Jiayin was also smiling and not angry at all. She ran to hug her grandma’s neck and played coquettishly for a while, then she also wrapped herself in a cloak and went out with her mother.

 It is cold in winter, and without the help of the sun and autumn wind, handmade noodles cannot be dried easily, so they can only be dried in a greenhouse.

This is definitely a bit more troublesome, but fortunately there are enough manpower, so production is not delayed.

  And because of the New Year gifts, the sales volume of handmade noodles has also reached a small peak.

Little Cui'er is busy all day long. She has to take care of the workshop and deal with major and minor affairs in the village during the day. At night, she has to learn arithmetic from Huiniang.

She really wished that a person could grow eight hands and break one hour into three hours.

 At this moment, she is sorting out the account books.

Although I still don’t know much about literacy, I have some difficulty in writing and arithmetic.

 But she is smart and can use some symbols to replace it, and she actually records it in a decent and orderly manner.

Seeing Tao Hongying and Jiayin approaching, she quickly stepped forward to salute.

The Li family has always helped out with this noodle workshop, but they have never participated.

For example, Tao Hongying teaches us how to make handmade noodles and boil meat sauce. All the items in the workshop are made under her guidance, and she helps smooth out the assembly line operations little by little.

 But she didn’t say a word about the entire workshop, from the purchase of raw materials such as flour and vegetable oil to the sale, how much the cost and profit were, and how they were distributed.

 The wounded soldiers, veteran soldiers in the second village, as well as the marquis' personal soldiers, there is no doubt that they are all brave and loyal.

 But many people have families, and money is involved, so the Li family has to avoid suspicion.

They were prepared to the end, despite all their efforts, they were also suspected of lining their own pockets...

 After the workshop got on the right track, each process in the workshop selected the oldest veteran, a total of five people, and established a management team, plus Xiaocui as the shopkeeper and accountant.

These six people together can manage the workshop in a good way.

Most of the people in the second village work in the workshops. If you manage the workshop well, you will also manage the village well.

 (End of this chapter)