"Then why didn't you go?" Song Jiayu was very curious.
"Chef Xu disliked working in the factory cafeteria and chose to work in a state-owned restaurant. There are two cafeterias in the factory. Should he cook for more than a thousand people or less than one or two hundred people?" Jiang Baizhou explained seriously.
"It's definitely easier to cook for one or two hundred people, and a state-owned restaurant can help Chef Xu hone his cooking skills. At the factory, he only cooks big pot meals every day. If I were Chef Xu, I would also choose a state-owned restaurant, where I would have people to help me."
A real chef doesn’t need to wash or cut vegetables at all.
Song Jiayu thought of her Shandong cuisine cooking week card and planned to learn it tonight. She added, "I want to grow some vegetables at home. Do you have any broken plastic buckets or pots?"
"I don't think we have it at home, but we can look for it at the scrap yard."
"I want to dig up some dirt. When do you have time to go with me?" Song Jiayu looked at Jiang Baizhou.
Jiang Baizhou thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I get off work at 5 pm. I remember there is a wild vegetable field nearby. The soil there may meet your requirements." What should I do if my wife can't grow vegetables? Jiang Baizhou, who has never tried it before, is a little eager to try it now.
Song Jiayu smiled and said "hmm".
She thought about going to the scrap yard to buy some plastic buckets. What if the seeds don’t grow after being planted?
Please, we are all level 1 farmers, and we have wood-related abilities, so it’s difficult to make the vegetables wither.
Jiang Baizhou only had an hour to rest at noon. The couple lay in bed, ready to take a nap. Song Jiayu thought of the gossip she had heard from Aunt Cuihua. She lay on the kang, supporting her upper body with her hands, and asked, "I heard from Aunt Cuihua that you had good grades in high school and could get into college?"
"Yes, but before the college entrance examination, I was infected with pneumonia and stayed in the hospital for a month, so I missed the college entrance examination." Jiang Baizhou spoke as if he was talking about someone else's life.
Nowadays, if a high school student misses the college entrance examination due to illness, he would probably vomit to death.
Not to mention the 1960s, when people were assigned jobs right out of university, and their salary levels were higher than those of ordinary people. For example, a technician would be at level 14 with a salary of 48.5 when he first entered the factory, and after being converted to a regular employee one year later, he would be at level 15 with a salary of 55.
"Don't you feel a little unwilling?" Song Jiayu asked cautiously.
Jiang Baizhou reached out and plucked up Song Jiayu's black hair and played with it. "If you were told you wouldn't live long since you were little, and you spent most of every year in the hospital or taking medicine, you would have lost that resentment long ago. I always thought I would die in a month, or a year, or even a few years."
Song Jiayu, who couldn't bear to hear such discouraging words, pulled her hair back and said, "If you marry me, don't even think about dying."
Jiang Baizhou hugged the man, buried his head on his shoulder, and said with a sullen smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you become a widow. I don't want to die as a scholar."
"Don't tease me, seriously, do you want to live now?" Song Jiayu asked seriously. If a person wants to die, no one can stop him, not even the god of death.
"Well, I want to live after meeting you, and I will live well." Jiang Baizhou, who is no longer waiting to die, has a more human scent on his body. Jiang's father and mother are most aware of this change, otherwise Jiang's mother would not be so good to Song Jiayu, the third daughter-in-law.
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After taking a nap until two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jiayu got up and didn't see Jiang Baizhou on the kang. He must have gone to the factory. She got up and tidied herself up.
When the door of the main hall was opened, Old Lady Qian was talking to Old Lady Wang in the yard. When she saw her come out, her voice became louder.
Song Jiayu ignored it, closed the door, left the compound, and prepared to go to the nearby scrap yard to take a look.
Nowadays, even the uncle working at a scrap yard has a regular job.
A large warehouse-like house with many neatly stacked items.
"Comrade, what are you looking for?" asked the old man at the scrap yard.
"I'm looking for four discarded plastic barrels. Uncle, can I take a look inside?" Song Jiayu asked.
"Look if you want." The old man didn't stop him.
In modern novels about time travel, the heroines all made their first fortune in scrap yards. She wanted to give it a try, and quickly scanned the scrap yard. She saw some broken stools and chairs, but no pearwood furniture at all. There was a pile of old books and discarded newspapers, as well as a variety of daily necessities, such as the plastic bucket she was looking for.
I don’t feel anything at all. It seems that I am not the heroine of the novel.
Song Jiayu spent ten cents and picked out four plastic buckets with small holes in them from the scrap yard.
She spent the rest of the afternoon using a one-week Shandong cuisine cooking learning card and studied for three hours. She only left the learning world when Jiang Baizhou returned home.
It is said that Shandong cuisine is the first of the eight famous cuisines. Just listening to the famous dishes that Chef Xu talked about in class is enough to make your mouth water.
The two men carried two baskets with small holes on their backs and came to the wild vegetable area that Jiang Baizhou mentioned.
It's early June now, and there are no wild vegetables, but there are many weeds.
"There are wild leeks here?" Song Jiayu, who was shoveling the soil, looked as if she had discovered some treasure.
Chives are also vegetables. As long as the roots are not pulled out, there will be several more crops left after cutting one.
This time, not only did they harvest two baskets of soil, but they also harvested almost a pound of wild leeks. Of course, Song Jiayu, who was farming at home, not only pulled up the leeks with the roots and soil, but also injected wood-type supernatural powers into them to maintain the vitality of the leeks.
When she returned to the compound, before six o'clock, Song Jiayu had already distributed the soil into four buckets. She transplanted wild leeks into one of the buckets. The leeks that grew back in the soil looked like people stepping on the ground and did not wilt.
She plans to plant vegetables, peanuts and wild berries in the remaining three buckets respectively.
I brought the seeds of green vegetables and peanuts with me, and will plant them after the wood-type seedlings have recovered. As for the wild berries, I need to go back to my mother's house in two days, pick one from Lushan Mountain, and transplant it into a plastic bucket.
"In this way, we can eat fruits, green vegetables, leeks, and peanuts. I also have other vegetable seeds, so we won't be short of vegetables." Song Jiayu talked a lot about her plan.
Jiang Baizhou not only agreed, but also wiped the sweat from Song Jiayu's forehead.
From the next door yard came the voice of Jiang's mother calling for dinner.
The two replied, "Coming soon."
We went to Compound No. 13. The layout here was the same as Compound No. 14. Compared with Jiang Baizhou who occupied the west wing, the old Jiang family occupied two rooms in the main house and the ear room on the right.
The eldest brother of the Jiang family and his wife, along with Jiang's father and mother, lived in the main house in the middle, the second brother of the Jiang family and his wife lived in the house on the right, and there was one remaining ear room, which became the residence of the Jiang family's grandchildren.
After the young couple entered the house, Song Jiayu saw the layout of the main house clearly. It was quite similar to her own house, with a main hall in the middle and a room on each side. As for the ear room next door, it was smaller than this one, with only a main hall and a bedroom. Together with the ear room, the area was almost the same as the main house in the middle.
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