Wash the fresh locust flowers, squeeze out the water and let them air dry, sprinkle with dry flour and a little salt and mix well, making sure each locust flower is coated with flour. Steam them in a pot for a cup of tea and then they are ready to be served.

This method can also be used to steam wild vegetables or shredded radish. If you like the original sweet taste of Sophora japonica, you can eat it directly. If you like a stronger taste, you can dip it in garlic juice or chili oil. When there is not enough food at home, this steamed dish can also be used as a staple food.

"This is what Shuanzi picked early in the morning. He is the only one at home with nothing to do. He doesn't even know how to clean up the house and runs around all day. He worked hard all morning and only picked a plate of this. It's not even enough for two meals." Wu Guixiang usually disliked her youngest son and shouted to the kitchen, "Boss, make some garlic sauce and add some chili!"

How could Miao have the nerve to ask the village chief to make garlic juice? Although she had been exposed to many modern ideas under the influence of Shen Qing in the past six months, she had been born and raised in the village for more than 30 years, and some concepts could not be shaken off in a short time. The man from another family, who was also the village chief, suddenly served the dinner, which made her feel uncomfortable. She hurriedly said, "No, no, I just love the original fragrance of the locust flowers."

"Then don't mix it." Wu Guixiang shouted to the kitchen again. Soon Zhao Youdang brought out two bowls of rice and two pairs of chopsticks. The rice was white rice mixed with a little sorghum. Zhao Youdang put the bowl and chopsticks next to Wu Guixiang's hand and secretly patted Wu Guixiang twice.

Wu Guixiang didn't even raise her eyelids: "Okay, I got it. I'll tell Qing Ge'er later. Go inside. Let's talk. It's not convenient for you guys to stay around."

Zhao Youdang was even more embarrassed when she pointed out his little trick. He couldn't hold back his face and snorted softly, but still turned around and went back to the house obediently.

Shen Qing took the two bowls of rice handed over by Wu Guixiang and gave one bowl to Miao: "What does Aunt Guixiang want to tell me?"

"Isn't it about the school?" Wu Guixiang said unhappily. "I didn't agree with his idea at the time. Villagers love to make trouble, so should we indulge them? He insisted on doing so and went to you to tell you. You said the school was closed, and he went home and felt bad for a long time. He begged me every day at home, asking me to see you and talk to you about this matter. Just pretend he never said that, and let it go on as it should. We can indulge them."

Because Zhao Youdang messed up the school, he had to suffer a lot from Wu Guixiang when he came back, and their grandson was also waiting to go to school! After that, Zhao Youdang's status at home did not plummet, but it was much worse than before. Moreover, Wu Guixiang now worked in the workshop, making a lot of money and having prestige. The boys and women in the village listened to her very much, and her back became straighter.

"That's what I'm talking about." Shen Qing picked up a piece of Sophora japonica flower with chopsticks. He didn't like Chinese toon, as he always felt it had a strange smell, and he couldn't quite tell the difference between Chinese toon and stinking toon. To him, the two smelled similar, so he never picked them in the mountains. "The school still needs to be opened, but in a different way."

Shen Qing briefly explained the selection system to Wu Guixiang: "I've thought about it, and what the village chief said makes sense. If my school doesn't charge money and allows everyone to study, it's unfair to pick on people with this or that problem. I paid for it myself, so what's fair or unfair about it?"

"Anyone can apply for this. After registration, you can study in the school for one month for free. After one month, only qualified students will be selected to continue their studies. After they have completed their studies, they will be guaranteed to work in the workshop. The outstanding ones can even go to the county town. If those who have failed the application still want to study, they have to pay money like the people in Shiqu Village." In this way, just for the opportunity to work in the workshop, the villagers will also sign up enthusiastically, and it will be a good thing for whoever's family is selected!

But inevitably there are still people who spend money to send unqualified boys to study, so boys and girls may not have this opportunity. But this is the school opened by Shen Qing, so even if a few more girls and boys pass the exam secretly, what's wrong with that?

"Be careful!" Wu Guixiang slapped her thigh. This meal is delicious only when you rush to eat it. Opportunities are not available to everyone, so they are cherished. "Qing'er has seen a lot outside, and his brain works quickly!"

Shen Qing smiled, lowered his voice and said to Wu Guixiang: "Aunt, don't tell the village chief that I have already thought of this. Just say that you persuaded me for a long time and I reluctantly came up with this idea."

Wu Guixiang was happy: "I would have said so even if you hadn't told me!" Zhao Youdang had been feeling guilty and submissive at home during this period. Now she finally knew how enjoyable it was to be the "boss of the household".

As they ate and chatted, they discussed the location of the school. According to Shen Qing's idea, the small piece of land behind the workshop would be fine. It wouldn't take much space, and two rooms would be enough: "Register in batches, and limit the number of applicants each time, otherwise the teacher won't be able to teach too many people." People's psychology is very strange. The more they can't register, the more they want to go. I'm afraid they were still hesitant at first, and once they heard that they were not allowed to register, they would probably have to rack their brains and ask people to give gifts to register.

After seeing the first few qualified people enter the workshop and get paid, I became even more eager to sign up. "I paid for this land, so it is no longer our village's public property, but my personal property. No one should gossip about it, and no one should try to interfere in the school's affairs."

"Of course." Wu Guixiang said, but when it comes to buying land, she remembered another thing. After hesitating for a moment, she said to Shen Qing: "The Shen family may want to sell the land. Do you want to buy it? If you do, I'll let our head of the family keep an eye on it for you." In Wu Guixiang's eyes, that was the land that Shen Qing had taken care of for many years. Farmers have feelings for the land. People can break off their relationship, but she thought Shen Qing would be thinking about the land that he had taken care of for so many years.

Shen Qing did exactly what she thought. He was stunned for a moment before he asked, "Why are you selling the land now?" Sometimes he would deliberately take a detour to pass by the land he had been planting for many years. This year, the Shen family had already planted the land, and even planted beans on the edge of the ridge. He felt sorry that the good land was planted so messily. But no matter what, there were still winter wheat and beans growing in the land. If the grain was sold at this time, it would belong to the buyer, and the seeds and the previous efforts would be wasted.

"It may not be sold yet, they are still making trouble." Wu Guixiang sighed, "Isn't it the boy born by Li Jiaofeng? They said that the window was not closed tightly at night, and he was exposed to the wind and got sick again. Their family has been in trouble for the past six months, where can they get the money?" Wu Guixiang was upset when she thought about the time when Zhao Youdang would be able to pay back the money he lent to Shen Zhigao. "Now we are waiting for the money to treat the child. If we don't sell the land, what else can we do?"

Shen Qing was silent for a while, then shook his head: "I won't buy it." Although he was tempted, Shen Qing really didn't want to have anything to do with the old Shen family. What if he bought the land, the old Shen family would think he still cared about family affection and cause a lot of trouble. Although Shen Qing was not afraid, he felt disgusted just thinking about it!

"Then I'll ask my family to keep an eye on it." Wu Guixiang said. Their family is the village chief, and if they buy it, they're afraid that people will think they're taking advantage of someone in need. And with the village chief's status, the old Shen family might even raise the price. It's better to let her family buy it. Although Wu Guixiang, the old Shen family, doesn't like it, the land is still very good, and Qing Ge'er used to take good care of it.

"But if someone else is selling land, auntie can help me keep an eye out for them." Shen Qing said, "It's OK if they're from a nearby village."

Shen Qing now has a lot of money, and he also wants to buy more land. Farmers want to own land almost in their bones. As long as they have land, they feel at ease. Looking at the green seedlings breaking through the soil, they feel motivated!

However, Wu Guixiang's family ultimately failed to buy the Shen family's land.

In the evening, Miao cooked a pot of braised pork and salted eggs, and gave Shen Qing a bowl to take to Miao Yu next door.

Now Miao Yu followed Shen Qing to Lantang Village and lived in the back room of the workshop. On weekdays, he followed the boys from Lantang Village on patrols, and slept in the workshop at night to keep watch.

He ate alone with the workers in the workshop. Miao loved her nephew very much, so whenever she made something delicious, she would call Miao Yu over or send a portion over.

"Brother, don't tell me. You really are the one who predicted it. There really is someone from that city who wants to steal our recipe." We eat steamed buns in the workshop at night. The buns are made of three-grain flour and are as big as a fist. As long as you can eat them, you can take them as long as you don't take them out of the workshop.

Miao Yu broke the buns, stuffed a few pieces of braised pork into them, and drizzled some soup on them. It was delicious when he took a bite. "But we were prepared for it. We patrolled in shifts and caught them right away. Village Chief Zhao said we could beat them as long as they didn't kill or maim them."

A team of strong guys, one kick from each of them would be enough to give the thief a hard time!

Shen Qing had expected this. His shop in the city was fine, but this starch sausage workshop was the golden goose that laid eggs, and sooner or later someone would be unable to hold back. Now the whole village was in a profit-making relationship with this workshop, and when the thief came, Shen Qing didn't need to say anything, the villagers would be anxious first.

"Well done, but be careful, be moderate and don't be too heavy-handed," Shen Qing warned.

Miao Yu glanced at Shen Qing. Shen Qing said to him, "Why is it so strange... Who can be as heavy-handed as you?" However, Miao Yu was still very sensible and didn't expose it. He just nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother. You taught me this skill. I know how to do it. The people in our team are convinced by me now."

He was a person from another village. When he first came to Lantang Village, he was the parachuted patrol captain. Many people were dissatisfied with him. But the friendship between the men was also very strange. After several exchanges, they even developed some brotherhood.

Shen Qing held his chin in his hand, feeling a little amused. After a few fights between two men, a brotherly friendship developed. He had beaten up the boys in the village so many times, and they only hated him more and could not get along with him at all.

Just as they were laughing, they suddenly heard a loud cry from the village. Shen Qing and Miao Yu looked at each other, fearing that someone in the village had been robbed, and quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks to go over and check.

However, before getting close, Shen Qing heard Zhao Aiye's familiar voice, already sobbing: "Mom, I was wrong, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have been so stubborn, I shouldn't have contradicted you, I kowtow to you... Please give Juan'er back to me, don't sell her... Juan'er's father, please say something..."

At the same time, Zhao Xiaojuan burst into a cry of fear, which was particularly shrill.

Shen Qing paused. There were many people in front of him. There were no mobile phones, TV series or audio books. There were too few things to entertain. When something like this happened, everyone came out to watch the fun. Some sighed, some cursed Shen Lao Niang for being a worthless person, and some said that filial piety was the most important thing, and it was no big deal for a grandmother to sell her granddaughter.

Even Second Aunt was there, standing on tiptoe to look inside, with a gloating smile on her face for a while, then she pursed her lips, as if she had some sympathy. Turning around and seeing Shen Qing, she quickly pushed him away: "Why are you here to join in the fun? Go home quickly, be careful that they pester you, I'll tell you if I see anything new when I get back!"

Shen Qing nodded, turned around and went back.