Salted vegetables need to be stored in a jar like kimchi to preserve them longer. They will not go bad for a year or two, but water cannot be added to the jar.
Zhang Heng immediately walked out of the yard with his mother, took the money and looked for the location his mother said. After a while, he saw a large grocery store that specialized in pots and jars.
Zhang Heng thought for a while, maybe he should also consider preparing some cooking tools for Cugu and the others, but then he thought about it, the Que tribe exchanged animal skins with the Xia tribe for salt, and the Que tribe must have paid a lot of labor for this.
In fact, the Xiatian tribe should exchange things for clay pots with other tribes. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this exchange relationship was very profound. He still couldn't figure it out. He shook his head and put it aside for the time being. He was not in a hurry.
For a while.
Ten jars were ordered, but it was difficult to carry them back. The boss introduced a tricycle and asked the master to help them move it back to the yard. Zhang Heng thought that this should be similar to the long-term workers in the village, earning a living by helping out.
need!
Zhang Heng did the math and found that his family had spent a lot of money on making Yeerba. If it failed, it would definitely be a heavy blow, so he had to pay more attention to it.
I washed all the jars first. Fortunately, the sun is strong today. After drying, I can put the salted vegetables. I also washed the steamer and the big steamer I bought. Then I went into the house and took out two large bags of leaves.
Wash and dry.
It didn't take long to finish the work. Calculating the time, the sweet potatoes in the original space should be ripe by this time, but Zhang Heng didn't have the energy to enter the space at this time, so he might as well wait until evening to talk about it.
Taking advantage of this time, I simply built a shed. I built a shed in the yard so that the place would be enough. The kitchen couldn't handle all these things. Thinking of this, I started working quickly and went to the farmland outside to find someone who was busy in the fields.
The aunt asked, and then found a family to talk about cutting bamboo. As a result, the owner readily agreed without taking any money from him.
Zhang Heng's heart felt warm and he felt like he was in a village. He thought that when the cake was ready, he would bring him a plate.
Then he chopped some bamboo and went home. This was something he often did in the village before. It didn't take long to build the frame of the shed. Then he ran to the market and bought a roll of colorful rain-shielding plastic sheet and tied it with wire.
on the bamboo shelf.
After finishing his work, Zhang Heng smiled and clapped his hands with satisfaction. He felt very happy to be able to help the family.
At this time, the jar was also dried in the sun, and then the salted vegetables were stuffed into the jar. The uncle said that these salted vegetables were collected by relatives without counting the money. The peppercorns were picked by relatives last winter, and the steamer was made by the uncle himself.
Yes, even the cost of the van was paid by the uncle. After all, he owed a lot to his relatives over the years.
In the past ten years, although relatives obviously sent food and money to my grandma, they were all spent on him in the end. People cannot forget their roots, and they cannot only think about themselves. This is what my grandpa often said.
At this moment, the mother and sister came back, "My son is very capable. He built the shed in just a while. Mom was just thinking about this. Son, are you tired? Come in and take a rest."
Yes, let mom do the rest."
"It's not tiring, and the work isn't heavy!" Zhang Heng thought for a while and decided to lie. Then he said again: "Mom, I have good news to tell you. I got the interview."
"You silly kid, you are too happy. Didn't you already say that when we were eating?" The mother laughed and scolded, but her expression was very happy.
"No, Mom, I said the salary is very high." Zhang Heng answered.
"How high can you get? Even though there are many jobs in the city, there are more people looking for jobs. Many children from the neighbors in the market started playing games. It's too difficult to find a job now, so mom insists that you go.
Even if you go to college, you will be hard and tired, but I will support you to become a successful person!" My mother's reaction was a bit overwhelming.
Zhang Heng quickly explained: "The thing is like this. Last time, my friend said that the minimum salary is 3,000, plus commission, it is about 5,000. The working hours are from 1 to 6 in the afternoon. Today I went for an interview, and the boss thought I was very good.
, they directly gave me a team leader position, and the salary was higher."
"What kind of team leader? You stupid kid thought it was just for studying. When you get to work, you should call the foreman!" the mother laughed.
"Yes, yes, that's right, I'm called the foreman! As a foreman, I can earn a minimum of five thousand a month as a foreman. The boss also said that if the business is good, I can get an additional two or three thousand as commission." Zhang Heng tried to control his rapid heartbeat and said calmly.
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"So high? Son, are you serious?" the mother asked in surprise.
Zhang Heng nodded vigorously and said: "This can still be false. The boss told me personally that I have completed the entry procedures. That's not all. Not only can I try out fitness equipment for free in the morning, but I also get meal allowances.
The fare and accommodation subsidy add up to about a thousand yuan a month."
"Brother, you are so awesome. Your salary is much more than what a butcher shop earns." My sister shouted excitedly.
But the mother's reaction was different. She asked sternly: "Son, tell the truth to your mother, what kind of job did you go to interview for? We are duty-bound people and we can live peacefully. We can't do anything illegal just to make money."
What a matter!"
"Mom, don't worry. I really work in a club. It's on the fourth floor of Dairy Plaza on Longzhou Road. It's called Dongmei Fitness Club. The store is super big. Our boss is rich. He'll buy us a lunch box today.
It all cost 30 yuan, and my friend also works there, and his salary is much higher than mine." Zhang Heng said calmly, he couldn't show his flaws at this time, otherwise all his efforts would be wasted.
The mother finally nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that you have met a noble person, son. You will have to thank your friend well tomorrow. You see, the conditions in our family are not good enough to invite people over for dinner. In this way, Mom
I’ll get you some money, take the time to invite your friends out for a nice meal, but don’t forget your roots.”
Although Zhang Heng is now a little more outgoing, he can't imagine inviting Fu Mei to dinner, but at this time he can only respond: "Okay, Mom, I will invite her to dinner when I find an opportunity."
Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly asked again, "By the way, son, how did you meet that friend of yours? Is he a boy or a girl?"
Zhang Heng suddenly felt his head pounding. He was pressed for time, so he had to pretend to be calm and said: "I met her in the car when I came here. Mom, you may have seen her too. She was the woman who walked away in a car as soon as she got off the car that day.
My name is Fu Mei!"
The mother nodded and recalled for a moment. She seemed to have some impression, but she couldn't think clearly. Then she smiled and said: "You are just like your father. You attract girls at a young age.
I think back then, my mother was also a flower in the village, and your father was so poor that he didn’t even have any rice to cook. My mother was willing to marry him, but she thought your father was rare and looked at her with joy..."
Zhang Heng had heard what his mother said countless times, but the previous sentence made him a little confused. Could it be that Fu Mei really meant that much to him? He quickly shook his head. He could only like the monitor in his life, just like the monitor.
My mother only loves her father the same way in her life! He wants to be a good man who takes care of his family.
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