Chapter 30 The police came to arrest people

Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "It doesn't have to be too early. We can prepare some things the day before and just cook them the next day. It saves a lot of trouble."

"That's fine too."

Wen Zhenyi thought about what to make tomorrow: "Grandma, let's make potato pancakes tomorrow."

"Okay, if you need anything, let's prepare it early so we can sell it when we get there tomorrow."

"Potatoes, eggs, flour, and chopped green onions."

Wen Chengwen got up and went to the kitchen: "I'll go see if there's enough flour. If not, I'll go to town to buy some."

"Dad, you still need to buy potatoes, eggs and green onions."

"Okay, I'll remember that and go there in a minute."

"Dad, when you buy potatoes, don't buy the ones that have sprouted."

"Okay, I understand."

Wen Zhenyi and the others could buy these things from the villagers, but they had an unpleasant argument with the villagers today, and they didn't want to let the villagers make the money.

After Wen Chengwen bought the potatoes, Wen Zhenyi checked them carefully. The potatoes were in good condition and showed no signs of sprouting.

Wen Yongman came over: "Sister, what should we do next?"

"Then all I have to do is peel the potatoes and soak them in clean water. I'll take them out when I'm ready to use them tomorrow."

Wen Yongman scratched his head and asked, "Why do we have to soak in water?"

"If you peel it and don't soak it in water, it will turn yellow in no time and won't look pretty at all."

"So that's how it is."

Wen Zhenyi looked at Wen Yongman and said, "But you can't use a knife. Please help wash the potatoes."

Wen Yongman smiled and nodded, rolled up his sleeves, and went to get a basin that was bigger than himself, and placed it next to the well in the middle of the yard: "Grandpa, come and help me fetch water."

Old Man Wen smiled and stood up and trotted over: "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Wen Yongnan poured all the potatoes into the basin and washed the stains on the potatoes with Wen Yongman.

The rest of the people began to peel potatoes, pick out chives, wash them and dry them in the sun.

Wen Zhenyi enjoys his current life very much. Every day is fulfilling and interesting.

In the evening, Wen Zhenyi made them a new dish for tomorrow, potato pancakes.

Wen Yongman loves potato pancakes to the core. It has to be said that many children like potatoes.

The village was unusually quiet today. Many people had taken the three deceitful Taoist priests to the county town to file a complaint, which had made the originally bustling village much quieter.

After dinner, Wen Zhenyi and his family went out of the yard and strolled around the village to digest the food.

Wen Yongman also specially asked Wen Zhenyi to make two more potato pancakes for him, intending to bring them to Hu Zi, as he had hurt Hu Zi badly before.

Wen Zhenyi made three pieces for him, cut them into triangles, placed them on a plate, and put them in a basket for him: "Don't spill them on the way."

"Okay, I'll go." After saying that, he ran out with the basket.

Ma Yinghe watched him run away and said, "Slow down, don't fall."

Old Lady Wen smiled and shook her head: "Let him be. Children should still act like children."

Some people in the village who had just finished their meal looked a little embarrassed when they saw them. They didn't know what to say and could only smile awkwardly and turn away.

Old Mrs. Wen didn't care. These people were like that anyway. Unless they were slapped in the face, they always thought they were right. Now that they were cheated, they realized that they were fools.

Wen Zhenyi had no friends in the village, so she followed them out and just wandered around.

"You're a money-loser. All you do is eat and eat. You can't even do anything I ask you to do."

"Why are you crying? I'm not even dead yet, and you're crying."

"What a sin! How could you give birth to such a jinx?"

"Oh oh oh! Mom, hit her quickly, hit her quickly, she won't make eggs for me, hit her, hit her!"

When they arrived at the door of a house in the village, they heard curses and voices gloating from inside.

Ma Yinghe looked at the half-open courtyard door and frowned: "What is the Zhu family doing?"

Old Lady Wen also frowned: "Xiao Tao, that girl, will be beaten to death by them sooner or later."

Wen Zhenyi probably knew who they were talking about: "Mom, doesn't the village chief care?"

Ma Yinghe sighed, "At the beginning, the village chief came to persuade them, and they agreed readily at that time. But as soon as the village chief left, the fighting became even more fierce. Later, no one dared to intervene."

"Will this fight result in death?"

Ma Yinghe touched her head and said, "If the people don't report it, the officials won't investigate."

Old Lady Wen patted their shoulders and said, "Let's go."

The sounds of beating and scolding continued in the yard and did not decrease despite the cries for mercy.

After a stroll, everyone in the Wen family was ready to go home. Now that it was getting dark, it was time for them to wash up and go to bed.

The next day, Wen Chengwen told the diners who came to inquire about his stall, "From now on, we will only sell breakfast and no longer sell lunch. Customers who need breakfast can wait in line. It will be ready in a short while."

"Wow! What a coincidence! What are you selling today?"

"Potato omelet."

"Can I take it away?"

"able."

"I want ten."

The people in the queue behind were unhappy: "Brother, that's enough. If you buy so much, will we have anything left to eat?"

"That's right, you can't be so disrespectful."

Wen Zhen saw that a fight was about to break out here: "Stop arguing, the purchase of potato pancakes is limited to three per person."

The people in the queue at the back were a little unhappy when they heard this: "Miss Wen, three servings are too many. Just sell one, otherwise there won't be any left by the time we get there."

Wen Zhenyi looked at them with a smile: "I prepared a lot today, and when I think of you, there should be more."

"That's fine, that's fine, Miss Wen, let's get started!"

Wen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head, then turned and went back to the stall.

Today’s potato omelet is not difficult to make. Ma Yinghe and Old Lady Wen help cut the potatoes into shreds, add eggs, batter and chopped green onions and mix well.

Fry in a pan until both sides are golden brown, then cut into thin triangle slices.

She is very fast and can make three potato pancakes at the same time, which reduces the waiting time for diners.

The person who just said he was worried about not being able to buy it was now his turn. He began to drool at the aroma and said, "If you want to talk about the real ingredients, yours is the one. You can see everything."

Old Lady Wen packed three potato and egg pancakes for him and said, "Thank you for your support."

The diner took the potato and omelet wrapped in leaves and smiled: "It must be delicious because you make it." Then he paid and left.

The business at their stall was booming, and the pork stall on the other side was equally busy, but the bustle was not from buying and selling, but from the police coming to arrest people.