When he took a break, Zhou Lan regretted that he had finally managed to talk, but it seemed that the topic had completely gone wrong in the end. He was full of tenderness and sweetness, but he had not yet expressed it to his wife.
He looked at his brother-in-law next to him with resentment, wondering why he had to fight with him.
Chang Xi also regretted it. It was rare to have this little time to relax together. The topics changed one after another, but they still couldn't find the right one.
Does it mean that they have bad tempers? This problem is a bit serious.
But early the next morning, Jiang Changxi also forgot about the serious problem. He was busy, too busy, and couldn't even think about these messy things.
Today Dagui is going to the workshop to open the sauerkraut jar. Although every household in Baoding Prefecture has sauerkraut, Dagui's craftsmanship is naturally different.
Jiang Changxi had already thought about it and would eat pickled fish at night.
Taking advantage of the first snowfall, he sent some of his own pickles, sauerkraut, and sauce to his relatives and friends. Jiang Changxi was already preparing to warm up his own workshop.
At the Zhuangzi, Dagui led someone to open the pickled cabbage jar, and the rich smell was refreshing.
Dagui turned to look at the grandma and said with a smile: "Just by smelling the smell, you can tell it's good."
Jiang Changxi has this confidence: "It should be so. I sent someone to catch the fish. When we go back, we will take it with us."
Dagui: "Listen to grandma. I will open two jars of pickles and bring some back for you, my uncle, and my uncle to taste them."
Jiang Changxi: "I had people prepare many jars early in the morning. I asked people to put the soy sauce and pickles into small jars respectively. I asked them to take the sauerkraut back together with the big jar."
It was quite difficult to put this tank on the carriage. Dagui said: "Grandma, I can't eat that much."
Jiang Changxi: "Of course I can't eat it, but I can use it."
Dagui naturally knows everything: "Listen to grandma, right or left, we have a lot of sauerkraut."
Dagui is in the workshop and has a lot of work to do, so he can't leave for a while.
Jiang Changxi went to the ice cellar to check the storage situation. Speaking of which, the strong laborers at Zhuangzi were not idle in winter.
The ice in the ice cellar is cut from the river and is mainly used for cooling.
There is also manual labor to carry well water, freeze it overnight, and the next day it will be large ice cubes, which can be stored separately and used for eating.
Jiang Changxi looked at the busy work at the wellhead. This group of laborers only carried water with two hands. It was really a purely physical job.
If you want to build a pressurized water well, the materials are difficult. Iron is hard to come by these days. It is possible to build a wooden windlass.
There is one in the Artisan Village, and it is very simple to make. When the windlass was put up, a group of people gathered around to watch it, but it was not very popular. These rough men preferred to rely on their strength to lift water.
The advantage is that it is convenient for women, and it takes much less effort for them to use it.
Jiang Changxi's feeling was that he had been working in vain for half a day, and these people didn't appreciate it.
After loading the carriage with the things to be transported back, it was still early in the day, but Jiang Changxi could not wait to return home.
Of course, Jiang Changxi and Dali worked hand in hand to lift the pickled cabbage jar onto the carriage.
Those men who had to pull out hemp ropes to carry water in order to show off their physical strength in front of their master could not move such a large pickled vegetable vat.
Just now, in order to compete for performance, the men had to pull up the rope to draw water. When they saw their master and the same girl, they gently used their strength to carry the big pickled vegetable jar onto the carriage, and then went to the well one by one to draw water with the windlass.
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In front of such a master, their physique is really a bit embarrassing.
Jiang Changxi also saw what was going on and couldn't help lowering his head and laughing.
However, knowing how to perform well in front of the master and knowing how to actively work hard and make progress should still be given recognition.
Dafu: "Grandma, what are you laughing at?"
Jiang Changxi: "It's nothing. Everyone in the workshop performs very well and works hard. During the Chinese New Year, the rewards should be generous."
Dafu: "I have recorded it." The master and servant got into the carriage and prepared to go back home.
Dali looked at the big vat of sauerkraut behind the car: "Grandma, I didn't say it as a slave, but it's really not necessary. I've brought so much sauerkraut back. When we eat it, we can just come and get it. It's not that far away, really."
Jiang Changxi shook his head, it was not just for himself: "Look at you."
So when I was making a fortune all the way, I watched my eldest grandma act as a money-spreader. When they saw the uncle, the aunties all went over to talk to him and gave him half a sauerkraut.
It’s not that I’m being stingy, I just have too many people to give to.
People politely said that they also had sauerkraut at home. Jiang Changxi told people that she wanted to try their girl's cooking. It was because she ate well that she wanted to share it with everyone.
Regardless of whether she knows her or not, everyone is willing to give face to such a generous and kind-hearted grandma.
The most important thing is that everyone remembers one thing, this is the grandma who lived in Uncle Zhou's house in Baoding Prefecture.
It doesn't matter if you don't know Uncle Zhou, just remember the roast duck at Uncle Zhou's Zhuangzi. This sauerkraut is the craft of the roast duck master, so the things are not valuable, but the craftsmanship is.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t eat the roast duck from Uncle Zhou’s Zhuangzi, but it’s okay to eat the sauerkraut made by the roast duck master at Uncle Zhou’s Zhuangzi.
And it was given for free. When I ate it, I even compared it with my own sauerkraut. I have to say, it was really different.
The sauerkraut made by Uncle Zhou's girl is emerald green in color when stewed, and it looks beautiful. Not to mention the taste.
And the grandma is a nice person. She said that anyone who wants to learn this recipe for pickling sauerkraut can just go back to Zhuangzi and learn from the girl. She doesn’t hide her secrets. The same sauerkraut will make everyone eat better.
, let the cold winter be more moist.
Listen to what people say, how wonderful it is.
Moreover, the eldest grandma said that her family has a lot of sauerkraut, and everyone lives in the same Baoding mansion. If you like it, you can come and ask for it. No one in the neighborhood can interact with each other.
Wow, how big is Baoding Prefecture? You can even talk about neighbors. With this kind of family structure, let alone the family members, even the husbands would be ashamed.
Being able to address neighbors as Grandma Zhou makes many people feel that their status has improved.
As for those who think that the identity of the acquaintance with Grandma Zhou has been reduced, I'm sorry, they are not the target of their own business development, and Jiang Changxi is not willing to coax them.
Dali saw that the large vat of sauerkraut was almost gone, and became anxious: "If you really give it away like this, how much sauerkraut is enough to give away? Grandma has been working hard all day long to make this. If you don't like to eat it, keep it."
It’s good for people in Zhuangzi to eat.”
Jiang Changxi squinted at Dali, who was worried: "You are the only one who can live a good life, right?"
Dali stamped his feet anxiously. Those are all from his own village, and they can be exchanged for real money: "Grandma."
Dagui: "Listen to grandma, don't worry, I will leave enough for you to eat."
Seeing that it was useless to worry, Dali didn't say anything, and sent out more than half of the tanks all the way to Baoding Mansion. You know, it was a big tank that required three people to surround it. What a concept.