Just when Wu Zheng was discussing countermeasures against Tian Bangzhou with Song Feier and others, the aunt at home was learning to fry dough sticks.
The small shop at home has already been built, and after listening to Wu Zheng's calculations for her, the breakfast shop at the door of the house can earn several times more money than he can wash clothes for people.
As for whether you can make your family rich by relying on this small shop, the aunt, to be honest, hasn't thought about it yet. In her heart, she only needs to make more money than when she washes her clothes.
You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step. Although the aunt has never read a book, she still understands the truth.
After working around the frying pan for a long time, the fritters fried by myself are crispy, but the taste is always a little worse than the fritters fried by Wu Zheng.
I don't know where the problem is, I always just can't get that taste.
After frying a basket of fried dough sticks, the aunt broke the firewood in the stove and began to wash the white rice used to make porridge, and then soak it in water so that the white rice that was soaked in water when the porridge got up the next day could be left. Lots of firewood.
In the eyes of my aunt, Wu Zheng is indeed very smart. It has nothing to do with whether he can pass the test or not. It is mainly the two kinds of food he has made now. Who has heard of it in this Yuzhou city before? But although this kid is smart, he won't save money. Take this porridge as an example, he doesn't know how to raise the rice in advance. He just looks at the fire to boil the rice. How much firewood is needed.
Looking at the back of the stove, there was a pile of small charcoal fires covered by a half-broken tile cylinder. Inside were duck intestines that he had thrown away, but they were picked up by Zheng'er and put them on wicker. After cooking, put it inside and bake it over a low fire.
I don't know what he is going to do with these duck intestines. I asked him secretly and told myself that these duck intestines must not be thrown away. Whether our family can make the first bucket of money depends entirely on it.
Miao'er felt that his nephew was joking with him. Apart from feeding the dogs, the duck intestines can be sold for the first pot of gold. This pot of gold is 50 or 60 catties! How much is it worth
But seeing Zheng'er's words seriously, he can only let him fool around.
After working in the kitchen for a while, he prepared everything for tomorrow morning. Then Miao'er filled a pot of hot water and brought it to grandma's room to wash her feet.
The grandmother is getting older, and warming her feet with hot water before going to bed can help her sleep well. Since Miao'er married to Wu's house, this kind of thing has not been interrupted, even if there are a lot of clothes to be washed sometimes. She never forgot to warm her feet before going to bed.
People in this era don’t have much entertainment at night. Even Yuzhou has a night market. But for a small portal like Wu’s house, it’s better to go to bed early than to hang around the night market empty-handed. Money goes to the night market, but at least I can have a good spirit tomorrow.
When the aunt came in with a wooden basin, Xiaoying and Xiaolan were already asleep. The old woman sat on the bed alone and looked out the window in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking. When her aunt came here every day, she saw her that the old man was not watching. To be in a daze outside the window is to stare at the back of your instep or the two children in a daze.
Just when my aunt hesitated to wake up the old grandmother, the grandmother first said, "Miao'er, you are here."
The aunt nodded, put the tub at the feet of the old woman, and began to remove her shoes and socks.
When the old grandmother put her feet in the tub with the right water temperature, she closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a while and then said, "Zheng'er hasn't come back yet?"
"Not yet! Zheng'er said when he went out to meet friends, and I don't know when I can come back. Mother, go to bed first! I'll just wait for him at home."
The grandmother sighed and said, "I have suffered you all these years."
The aunt raised her head and looked at the old grandmother with a smile: "It's not bitter. Now Zheng'er is back and has set up a small shop for our family. Although I can't make a lot of money, my life is much better than before. The better our family’s life goes, the sweetness in Miao'er's heart is like honey, how can it be bitter?"
"That’s right, the old man can also see that Zheng'er’s child is a clever white boy. The person who has read is clever, as long as he doesn’t follow the old path of his father and his grandfather, he wants to live a good life in the future. Difficult. I'm afraid that he is thinking about other things in his heart and going further and further down the crooked road."
The aunt said in a startled and puzzled way: "Cook Road, what are you talking about nonsense, mother?... (End of this chapter)