Seeing that there was something going on, Zhang Digua waved to Zhang Hugua and said so and so.
Zhang Hugua's face was startled, "You want me to find out what A Qiu is doing for food? Get the recipe for this food?"
"Keep your voice down, keep it down! I'm afraid others won't hear you!" Zhang Digua quickly covered his mouth and said: "It doesn't take much effort, and you don't have to harm anyone. As long as you get the recipe, these ten
The two taels of silver are yours. If you don't earn this free silver, it will be nothing! You can work in the workshop for a year and you won't even get this much money!"
Zhang Hugua thought, and sure enough, his third brother was trying to get Aqiu to eat this sweet potato.
You must be stingy, but you are so generous this time, you are willing to give up ten taels of silver?
Why doesn't he believe it so much?
Ah Qiuna was just doing this for food. He didn't know what it was or whether it could make money. Why did his third brother think it was a good thing and he was willing to spend so much money on making a prescription?
Zhang Hugua estimated that there was no one behind his third brother's back. If it were him, he would not be willing to take ten taels of silver, at most one tael of silver, to trick him.
If it had been before, he would have agreed without saying a word and just for the money.
But now, he is not stupid.
And if he were still the same person as before, Aqiu might not want him to work in the workshop, and he himself wouldn't be able to do this kind of work.
Not to mention, even if he agreed now, how could he know what Aqiu was eating?
His mother is following suit, but will his mother tell him? Let the third brother know?
That is impossible.
Third brother, this is not an honest matter. If he agrees, my mother will not kill him.
Thinking like this, Zhang Hugua didn't even look at the silver ingot. He just shook his head and said: "I won't do such an unethical thing. Why does third brother have this idea? I advise you not to think about it. Aunt Yuan and our family
What does it have to do with it? You can do it and plot against her family."
"We are all from the same village. If the old village chief finds out, see how he scolds you."
Hearing Mr. Tang, Zhang Digua shrank subconsciously. He was also afraid of this old man.
But he has promised your boss, if this matter cannot be done, he will be shameless.
He wanted to be more seductive, but Zhang Hugua walked into the workshop with a wave of his hand and closed the door. He didn't want to shout too loudly to disturb others.
I had no choice but to turn around and go home first.
Something was being done in the Song family kitchen, so he took the opportunity to see what was going on.
When Mrs. Miao saw someone leaving, she immediately turned around. As soon as she entered the yard, she was about to run to the Song family. She followed behind with Shi Dan'er in her arms, "Third brother, hey! Third brother, what are you doing?"
Why, you are running so fast!"
"I have something to do with my mother!" Zhang Digua said, not stopping on his feet. He was about to reach the Song family's stove, and he could enter the door just by lifting his feet.
Suddenly, a fur-blue figure suddenly appeared at the door, barely blocking his way forward, and closed the door with a lightning-fast "bang".
Old Deng raised his feet to the eaves, forcing Zhang Digua to step back and make way.
"What are you doing? What are you doing to me? You are so anxious, I thought you were still a young boy!"
The door was closed and the windows were closed. Zhang Digua stretched his neck and couldn't see into the kitchen, so he had to brace himself to deal with old Deng.
"Hey, mom, I'm looking for Aunt Yuan. I haven't seen Aunt Yuan for a long time. I miss her so much."
With that said, he was about to go around his mother, "Aunt Yuan? Is Aunt Yuan here?"
The kitchen door opened, and Old Yuan stuck his head out, "Hey, it's a sweet potato? What do you want from me?"
Zhang Digua tried his best to peek in through the crack in the door, but the stove was on this side of the door, so he could only see the water tank and dining table.
"Long time no see, Aunt Yuan looks younger!" He said sweetly, "Hey, is Aqiu in there? I'll go in and talk to Aqiu."
He said that he would continue to move forward.
Old Mrs. Deng grabbed the Song family's broom and swept it on his legs, "You are pouting! What are you doing! When Baba came home, he didn't say to visit your father, he just ran around.
What are you doing! Your father is listening to you and is looking forward to it, why don’t you go in and see him!"
We were so close. As long as he rushed in, his good eyes would be able to see clearly what was going on inside. How could he give up?
"I'll go see dad later!" He said and stepped onto the eaves steps.
"Uncle Digua, are you looking for me?" Song Qiu walked out with a smile, and then asked Old Yuan and Old Deng to go into the kitchen to get busy. He closed the door of the kitchen, stood on the eaves, looked at Zhang Digua and said:
"Look at how Uncle Digua wants to enter my kitchen. What do you want to see in there?"
Zhang Digua chuckled, he couldn't say he wanted to see what you were doing, right?
Before he could answer, Song Qiu had already added: "Is it the boss who asked you to come? How many benefits did he give you? How can Uncle Digua not even care about the relationship between fellow villagers and neighbors in the village?"
Zhang Digua suddenly felt embarrassed. He thought that Song Qiu would know what he wanted to do when he came back, but he never thought that Song Qiu would make it clear so straightforwardly.
"Aqiu, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand? I just came back to see you. What kind of boss do you think you are? What benefits are you talking about? If you miss me so much, you're out of touch!"
Seeing that he was still laughing, Song Qiu put away his smile and simply said: "I know Uncle Digua understands. I advise you not to waste your efforts. You run around every day. I feel for you even if you are tired.
I'm so tired. You can't figure out food just by looking at it. When you go back, tell your boss, you're a big boss, don't do these little tricks. What's the point of being in trouble with a little girl like me? It's too low for him.
identity."
Zhang Digua suddenly felt even more embarrassed, but subconsciously muttered, "If you don't ask me to look, how will you know if I can take a look?"
After muttering, he seemed to realize what he had said. He laughed and said, "What's your boss? Ah Qiu, you have misunderstood. I'm not familiar with him. Since you didn't agree to do business with him last time, I'll just follow him."
He has no contact with us!"
Song Qiu chuckled, turned around and pushed open the kitchen door, waving to Zhang Digua, "Come in, come in and take a look to see if you can read well!"
Zhang Digua was stunned, did this girl really open the door and let him go in to take a look?
Although he was suspicious, he didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he immediately crawled into the hole like a rabbit.
"Look, I'm telling you to look. He's so thick-skinned. I'll brush it for you to see if there's any dirt or dirt on it!"
As soon as he got in, before he had time to look around, he was greeted by a greeting all over his face, which made him scream in pain.
Song Qiu twitched the corner of his mouth and said hurriedly: "Grandma Deng, don't hit me. Tell him to look and see clearly."
After hearing Song Qiu's voice, Old Deng took away the handle of the bamboo brush, snorted and put it aside, "Look, look, keep your eyes open!"
Zhang Digua doesn't care about the pain on his face. This is a rare opportunity!
He quickly opened his eyes and looked towards the stove.
There is a fire burning in the stove hole, and a pot of hot water is burning in the pot. There is a large earthenware basin on the stove. There is gray and white dough in the earthenware basin. There is also a large earthenware basin on the ground here, which is also gray and white.
Almost the same thing, it is being kneaded but not yet kneaded into dough.
Other than that, there's not much else.
Zhang Diguo saw that this thing was similar to white flour, and there was no difference. Is this white flour? Are you making dough? Do you want to cook gnocchi?
Unwilling to give up, he looked carefully up, down, left, and right of the stove, but didn't see anything different.
What exactly does this do?
Indeed, you can’t even look at it, right?
Being stared at by three pairs of eyes, Zhang Digua was very embarrassed, but he didn't show it on his face, "Ha, so Aunt Yuan, you are busy making dough? I won't disturb you anymore, go talk to my dad!"