The three people had a clear division of labor and were methodical, but it took them a day to make vermicelli from all the starch that had been dried and bagged.
Seeing the vermicelli hanging all over the backyard, Song Qiu grinned with joy.
When Old Yuan and his wife looked at it, they could not imagine that the sweet potatoes were made into starch, and the starch would eventually make food that was the same as noodles.
They also asked Aqiu just now, what is this vermicelli called? It is just like noodles, cooked and eaten.
It took so much trouble to make it, but I don’t know what it tastes like.
Only the three of them know how to make it. If they didn't tell others, outsiders might know that it's made from sweet potatoes when they see the hanging vermicelli!
Old Mrs. Deng also knew this very well, so she made up her mind to keep her mouth shut and say nothing to anyone.
On the second day, they continued to make vermicelli, and there were still only Song and Qiu in the Song family's stove room, while Miao was relaxing in the yard.
In fact, no one from the village came to take a stroll.
Zhang Digua, who has been coming back for several days in a row, was empty all day yesterday, and is back again today.
When Miao saw the mule cart coming up the gentle slope from a distance, she opened her mouth and got ready. Before anyone could enter the yard, she immediately shouted: "Third brother, you are back!"
The roaring voice startled Zhang Digua. He glanced at his sister-in-law suspiciously, wondering why he was so enthusiastic and greeted him before he even entered the house.
Over there in the Song family's stove room, old Mrs. Deng was excited when he heard Mrs. Miao shouting. He hurriedly put his head out and took a look, and saw that it was indeed the third guy who was back. He hurriedly said to old Mrs. Yuan: "I'll go back and take a look. You guys
Do it first."
With that said, he wiped the handle on his apron and quickly left the kitchen house and went to his yard.
When Zhang Digua saw his mother coming out of the Song family's kitchen, his eyes flashed.
Hey, Aunt Yuan didn't go to the workshop today? Is she still at home?
What are you busy with in the kitchen house?
Listen to the sound, Ah Qiu is at home too!
Thinking of Zhang Digua, he started to go there. Old Deng arrived in front of him in a few steps and blocked his way forward. "Why are you back today? You have been coming back very often recently, and you don't want to go back."
Tell your dad to go and see, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I plan to smoke some bacon for you this year. Would you like to buy some meat back, or give me money to buy it?"
Zhang Digua:......
With old Mr. Deng blocking him, he couldn't go over to that side. He smiled and said: "What's the point of the smoked bacon? It's better to cut the meat. When the Chinese New Year comes, my son will cut it for you."
The big chunks of meat just come back! It takes a lot of effort to smoke them!”
Old Mrs. Deng snorted, "Then I'm waiting for you to cut off a big piece of meat for me. What the hell, what are you doing here again today? Want to lead your fourth brother to be lazy again? I won't allow it today, please.
I’ll make hundreds of dollars less after taking a few days off!”
"You are always running home every day. Does this mean that the business of the shop is not good at all? Let me tell you, why not just sell it now? If it goes bankrupt and then sell it, it will be a huge loss!"
"The apartment in this house is spacious. It's just you, your wife and your son. How can you not live there? It's a waste of money."
Zhang Digua was so choked up by Old Deng's words that he didn't dare to look across the Song family stove at all. He quickly got away from his mother and said, "Mom, I'm going to find my fourth brother first. I'll come back to talk to you later!"
With that said, he ran outside to the village.
When Old Mrs. Deng saw someone running away, she didn't care if he went to the workshop, and asked Mr. Miao to keep an eye on him, then turned around and went to the Song family stove.
"Look at this guy, he doesn't have a good butt. He's trying to make a workshop. I asked Mr. Miao to keep an eye on him to prevent him from squeezing in like a loach." He said to Old Mr. Yuan as he entered.
Song Qiu laughed when he heard this, "Grandma Deng, don't worry, he's so easy to find out about my food. It's okay. Anyway, I will get it and sell it right away. Sooner or later, he will know what he is."
"I don't know what he wants to do. Don't worry about him. Don't worry, Ah Qiu. I'm watching. I won't ask him to come into the kitchen and see what we are doing," Old Mrs. Deng said.
Listening to this, Song Qiu really felt that Grandma Deng was a sensible old lady. If she had been a good person, she wouldn't have helped her son to find out the news? How could she still be on the defensive?
It's also incredibly cute.
Zhang Digua ran all the way to the workshop. The door was closed, and he was already familiar with the road. He grabbed the fence and shouted inside, "Fourth! Fourth!"
In the yard, four big mills were pushing, it was a busy time.
While Zhang Hugua was grinding his wheels, Leng Buding heard shouting outside, raised his head and took a look, somewhat unwilling to pay attention.
Wang Dali, who was in the group, patted him and said, "Brother Digua has been coming back very frequently recently. Isn't the shop in your town busy?"
Zhang Hugua couldn't talk about those things at home, so he only said: "Come back and see my dad."
"Yes, Uncle Zhang is feeling better these days? Still can't move?"
"I'm old and have rheumatism. I'm afraid it won't be easy to recover. I guess that's it." Zhang Hugua responded.
Wang Dali nodded, said a few words of relief, and then came up to take Zhang Hugua's hand, "I'm pushing him, you go first, Brother Digua is still waiting!"
Zhang Hugua responded, went out, opened the courtyard door, and went out to talk to Zhang Digua without calling anyone into the courtyard.
This is the rule of the workshop. Except for those who are working, others are not allowed to wander in casually. People in the village also know this. Except for the first few days when they came to watch the excitement, they now do not come to the workshop.
"Fourth child, isn't Aunt Yuan in the workshop today? It seems to me that she is at home, and Aqiu is also there, right?" Zhang Digua asked with a smile.
Yesterday, they started moving the things that were put out in the backyard of the workshop. Zhang Hugua naturally knew that Aqiu and the others were starting to make food there.
Hearing Zhang Digua ask, he said: "I'm busy working, what should I pay attention to? What's wrong, is the third brother coming back to see Aunt Yuan today? You can ask yourself, I'm still busy!"
As he said that, he turned around and went back.
Zhang Digua hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Look at you. I'm just asking. I'm not an outsider. If I ask where Aunt Yuan is, can I still harm others?"
Zhang Hugua pursed his lips and did not respond.
Zhang Digua has been seeing Zhang Digua for so many days, and even though he was eating and drinking, he still couldn't fool the fourth child. Is this kid really on guard against him now?
What a waste of money he spent.
If it weren't for the urging from your boss, he would have run into the village impatiently.
Thinking like this, Zhang Digua simply became impatient and continued to cheat, pulling the person to the corner, his eyes sparkling.
"Fourth Brother, Third Brother has a big deal here. Do you want to do it? If you do, you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver!"
Ten taels of silver?
Zhang Hugua raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Ten taels of silver was a bit much.
Is there such a good thing?
He looked at Zhang Digua suspiciously.
Seeing that people were moved, Zhang Digua continued: "Third brother, I won't lie to you. If I say it is ten taels, it is ten taels. You see, third brother has also prepared all the money."
As he said this, he took out a white ingot of silver. It was as big as a palm, so it was indeed twelve taels.