Wang Zemin looked at him and said angrily: "Don't think about learning from your aunt, I won't be able to spare you if I catch you."
"Yes!" Wang Zhixue agreed, bending down to tie up the straw handles with straw ropes and pile them under the courtyard wall.
Yang Liqun carried a bundle of straw to the kitchen, scooped three ladles of water into the pot, scooped out only half a bowl of rice, rinsed it briefly, poured it into the pot, lit the fire, and went to the backyard to start pulling cabbage and waiting for the porridge.
After cooking, chop the vegetables into fine pieces and cook the cabbage porridge.
Wang Zhixue finished the straw and went to the backyard. He took out two rice dumplings from his pocket and handed them to Yang Liqun: "Mom, my aunt brought them to sell."
Yang Liqun took it and looked at him lovingly: "Let Zhilin eat it when he comes back."
Wang Zhixue took it and untied it and handed it to her: "Mom, you eat it. I will buy it for Zhilin when I earn money."
Yang Liqun looked at her son with relief, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes stretched out: "Mom, eat it."
Her family is poor, but she has three sensible and filial sons. As long as the family works together, they can live a good life sooner or later.
Wang Zhixue happily watched her finish the rice dumplings, and then told her everything he saw and heard today: "Mom, my aunt told me about the business at the clothing factory. My aunt originally wanted to go there, but I want to go there."
She gave it to me."
"In the afternoon, I saw that my aunt's business was good, but I couldn't keep up with my aunt. I felt that the things my aunt sold were not cheap, but those people were willing to buy them. After we went to the black market behind the clothing factory, my aunt even helped me pay the stall fee.
Already."
"You eat!" Yang Liqun looked at her son sadly, "When your brother makes money with his aunt, mom will cook braised pork for you once a month."
Lin Lan hurriedly picked up some rice dumplings and gave them to him: "Take these back for your parents and brothers to eat."
"Fortunately, your aunt has woken up, found a way to make money, and is willing to take us to make money together. You should learn how to do business from your aunt, and don't look at the height of this mountain."
Yang Liqun grabbed another handful of salted vegetables, chopped them into fine pieces, poured some vegetable oil and stir-fried them for a few times, then put them on a plate and brought them to the table.
Sitting down on the stool, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Every day it's either braised porridge or cabbage porridge, and I'm going to vomit."
Yang Liqun nodded, swallowed the rice dumpling, and rubbed his head: "You can go after your brother earns his capital."
Wang Zhixue also thought a lot today. He looked up at his mother and said solemnly: "Mom, don't worry, I know what's good and what's good, and I will never be a white-eyed wolf."
Wang Zhixue felt a little embarrassed when he remembered that he had just asked for this. He fed the broken rice dumplings into her mouth: "Mom! I also want to set up a stall to make money."
Wang Zhilin didn't dare to talk back, and walked towards the main room languidly, and knelt down under the portrait of the great man hanging in the main room: "Old man, please let us turn over and become the masters. Can you bless me to eat braised pork once a month?"
I kowtow to you every day!" After saying that, he kowtowed three times.
After the mother and son agreed, Wang Zhixue helped wash the vegetables, pulled out a handful of coriander and washed it, chopped some green onions, patted two garlic cloves, scooped out some bean paste and mixed it up.
Wang Zhixue finished eating and left. Yang Liqun took out the remaining rice dumpling, scooped up a bowl of cabbage porridge and brought it to the main room: "Second brother, eat quickly, your brother got the rice dumplings from his aunt's place."
Wang Xueming had no choice but to accept: "Thank you, aunt! I'll go back first."
"I've eaten!" Wang Xueming took out the rice dumpling leaves and piled them on the eaves. "Auntie, I'll go back first and come back in the afternoon."
On Wang Zhixue's first day setting up the stall, Lin Lan prepared 60 of each variety for him, and also prepared a separate tasting for him.
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When Lin Lan got home, Lin Yuezhen had already cooked the rice. She scooped out the glutinous rice and beans and soaked them in warm water.
Get up at five o'clock in the morning and start busy.
"Your aunt also had a hard life. She was widowed at a young age and took care of your cousin. She was still very poor. Mom often has trouble sleeping just thinking about her."
Yang Liqun's eyes were red after hearing this: "Okay, okay, I'm relieved if their business is good. Zhixue, you have to remember your feelings and don't imitate those people who have pink eyes. You won't see your family making money."
Yang Liqun was outside the hall door, looking at him and sighing secretly: "A half-grown man eats a poor man, and without any oil or water in his stomach, he gets hungry quickly. Don't blame him for cheating and sneaking around at work and thinking about eating all day long."
Zhou Xiaohong ordered a hundred rice dumplings on the first day, and when she came back in the afternoon, she hurried to Lin Lan to double the quantity.
Lin Lan put the rice dumplings on his burden: "What are you afraid of? He dares to scold you if your aunt gives it to you."
Although you have to pay money at the clothing factory, there are morning and evening markets. Although Wang Zhixue opened his stall on the first day, there was an endless stream of people coming to the black market to buy things during the Dragon Boat Festival.
Wang Xueming blushed: "My dad didn't know if I came here. If I take it back, I will be scolded."
Yang Liqun smiled and nodded: "Yes! Red beans, bacon and brown rice."
The second child, Wang Zhilin, walked into the kitchen and took a look at the food on the table. There was more rice porridge and less rice, the cold coriander didn't even have any red oil, and the salted vegetables were shriveled.
Seeing that there was still dew on the rice dumpling leaves in the load, Lin Lan smiled and said, "Let's go early in the morning! Come in and have breakfast together."
"Go for it!"
Wang Zhixue nodded: "After dinner, I want to go to the construction brigade Shanbao to cut more rice dumpling leaves and send them to my aunt's house."
Wang Zemin took away the porridge in front of him and said with a stern face: "Kneel down in front of me in the hall. I hate the east and the west. If you are hungry for three days, you can even eat water."
Just after dawn, Wang Xueming came with a load of rice dumpling leaves: "Auntie, I see there are not many rice dumpling leaves on Niubei Mountain, so I went to the mountain to cut some."
Wang Zemin is an old man, and he is dedicated to confronting the team cadres. The team leader always arranges heavy tasks for the two children.
Wang Zhilin lowered his head and muttered: "Here we go again, my ears are ringing with noise."
Lin Lan sent him to the gate of the courtyard, went back and looked at the rice dumpling leaves piled on the eaves of the steps, picked them up and put them in a basket bag, then brought them to the ditch to wash them.
Yang Liqun endured the sadness and turned around to see if the boss could make money this time?
Wang Zhilin untied the brown rope and took a bite, "It's delicious!" He broke some off and fed it to Yang Liqun's mouth, "Mom, you eat too."
"Pah!" Wang Zemin gave him a slap on the head: "If you don't want to eat, get out. I'm telling you, it's good to have these for you. We ate grass roots and bark back then, and we almost ate Guanyin soil..."
Wang Zhilin took the rice dumpling and smelled it, and said with a smile: "It smells so good. Is there meat in it?"
At night, the two of them made the pea cake Zhou Xiaohong asked for, cooked the rice dumplings and simmered them in the pot. It was already past twelve o'clock when they went to bed.
Yang Liqun patted her son on the shoulder: "Mom will feel relieved if you say this. I will sew the basket, urea bag, and trousers for you in the evening and put them in the woodshed. Then you can get them yourself."
"As the old saying goes, boats help boats, water helps water, punters help water ghosts, and only your aunt and uncle who have connections will think of helping us. You and Wang Sanwa are still friends. They started setting up a stall to do business last year. What's wrong with him?
I won’t tell you, but I’m afraid you’ll know!”
The furniture where he set up his stall was clean and tidy, and the food in the baskets and wooden basins looked good and tasted good. Everything was sold out by the time the stall was over.
This was the first time that Senior Wang Zhi had carried so much money in his pocket. He held the money in his trouser pocket with one hand. Thinking that he had earned twelve yuan on the first day, he felt so happy that he almost flew into the sky.
When I get back, I will buy a pack of tiger bone paste for my mother. I will cook for a few more days to pay back my aunt's money. I will cut a pound of pork belly to make braised pork for Zhilin...
Yang Zhigang came out with a dustpan and broom. He saw a silly boy with two big round patches on his butt and patches on his shoulders. He stood there holding his trouser pockets and giggled. He walked over and patted him.