Chapter 90 Voting Hand-made Lemon Tea
It’s Taohua Village again.
When Yu Zhile heard his words, he looked around.
After the market intervals have been shortened, the market is not as crowded as before and familiar faces can be easily seen there.
Therefore, Yu Zhile saw Huangshan Mountain at a glance.
Huang Shan shrank his body to observe the situation at the stall, and his eyes met hers.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he turned and left, and his figure quickly disappeared in the moving crowd.
"Why don't you allow us to keep accounts?" The duck-voiced man didn't get a response, so he started to make a fuss again, "Taohua Village can keep accounts."
As soon as he spoke, a dozen other people echoed him.
Zhang Wenxin stood beside Yu Zhile and retorted, "No means no, you guys leave now."
"Then why is Taohua Village okay?" The duck-voiced man seized on this point to argue.
Yu Zhile said coldly: "Then you should move to Taohua Village."
The duck-voiced man was stunned for a while, then started to act like a spoiled child: "If I can't eat today, I won't leave, and you guys can forget about doing business with me."
The others repeated his words, their butts glued to the bench.
"Ge Tai, throw them all out." Yu Zhile shouted.
Hearing this, Ge Tai walked towards them with his fists clenched. The muscles in his arms were bulging, looking scary.
"Someone is being beaten up. The granddaughter of the Party Secretary of Haiyu Village is beating up someone." The man with a hoarse voice fell to the feet of Zhang Wenxin and shouted loudly.
Then he curled up and rolled on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The shouting attracted the attention of the people around, and they slowly walked towards the direction of the stall in Haiyu Village.
Chen Zhao rushed forward, covered the mouth of the hoarse voice, and said loudly: "Sister Hu, someone has fainted here, help him to Brother Tao quickly."
"Well, let go, well." The duck-voiced man tried hard to pry his hands away.
Xiao Hu understood, walked quickly to the two of them, and chopped the duck-voiced man on the neck with a knife.
His eyes rolled back and his hands fell limply to the ground.
The two of them carried him to the open space of the stall in Datao Village, and Xiao Hu took out a long and thick needle from his bag.
The silver needle reflected a strange light in the sunlight, which dumbfounded the group of second-rate guys.
They all saw that Gong Yasheng was knocked unconscious by Xiao Hu. This group of people were actually more like hooligans than them.
After clearly realizing this, the group of people scattered without a trace like frightened birds and beasts.
People who wanted to join in the fun curled their lips when they saw this scene and turned around to continue shopping at the fair.
"Stop acting like a hooligan in front of me. Go back and practice for another ten years." Chen Zhao sneered and kicked the duck's throat randomly.
Zhang Wenxin clapped his hands and cheered: "This is the way to deal with these hooligans. Let them suffer a little."
At that time, the people from the popsicle factory happened to bring today's ice cubes.
"Sister, is my performance worthy of the first cup of lemon tea?" Chen Zhao trotted to Yu Zhile, begging for reward like a puppy.
Yu Zhile laughed and said, "It's worth it, it's worth it."
As she spoke, she walked to a large barrel and took out the tools for making lemon tea.
She specially asked a carpenter in Datou Village to customize three shakers similar to shakers, and the carpenter also gave her three juice pounding sticks.
"I want to learn how to make lemon tea!" Chen Zhao was a little excited.
Yu Zhile cut the washed lemon into slices, removed the seeds, added three slices of lemon and a piece of ice into the pot, and then started to pound it vigorously.
"Try to just beat the skin," she said as she pounded. "But if the skin is soaked, it will be bitter. For orders like delivery, we have to remove the lemon."
The beaten lemon peel exudes a unique fragrance, with a slightly sour smell mixed with a bit of fruity aroma.
"A spoonful of syrup, half a bowl of tea, and full of ice, shake well." Yu Zhile shook it a dozen times, poured the lemon tea into the bamboo tube cup, and pushed it in front of him.
Chen Zhao took a big sip with great anticipation.
The mellow and sweet tea soup is perfectly combined with the sweet and sour taste of lemon. The sourness and sweetness are moderate, and the taste is fresh and melodious, bringing a refreshing feeling to his taste buds and senses.
"It tastes good, better than soda." Chen Zhao's eyes sparkled and he tried it eagerly.
Yu Zhile and he made ten cups in one go and served them one by one to everyone in the sideline group.
It was almost time for delivery, so everyone started eating quickly, taking a bite of hot and sour noodles and sips of ice lemon water, enjoying the meal very much.
Before starting work, Yu Zhile found Zhang Haimei and asked, "Are you serious about the people who just came to cause trouble?"
"Yes, I recognize all twelve of them." Zhang Haimei answered, and then asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Yu Zhile did not answer her question directly: "It's OK if you recognize me. I'll tell you tonight."
The money in the sideline group is earned by everyone's hard work, and this kind of people don't deserve a penny.
As she thought about it, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her gaze gradually became sharp.
"Le Le, I've put your order here." Zhang Wenxin took out the delivery order for hot and sour noodles and put it under the bowl.
Yu Zhile responded: "Hey, here I come."
There weren't many orders for the hot and sour noodles, and there was still nearly an hour before the delivery time, so she didn't cook it very thoroughly and just made it quickly.
After finishing her work, she went to the stove and helped cook pickled peppers.
There are three stoves, each capable of cooking eighteen bowls. The three of them cooked for more than half an hour before finally finishing all the takeaway orders.
While they were cooking the last batch, Chen Zhao and Ge Tai started making lemon tea.
After the drinks were prepared, the delivery trio set off.
"Chen Zhao, what are you doing?" Huo Tianhe appeared and looked curiously at Chen Zhao who was beating the lemon hard.
After eating there twice, he learned his lesson and came during a different time than the peak hours.
Chen Zhao was making lemon tea for Xiao Hu. He looked up and responded, "I'm making lemon tea. Would you like a cup? It's five cents and tastes better than soda."
"Okay, one cup." Huo Tianhe said, looking around the stall, "and another bowl of pickled pepper powder."
Zhang Haizhu recognized him and said, "We have hot and sour noodles today. Would you like to try some?"
"New product, great!" Huo Tianhe said in surprise, "I'd rather add all the side dishes."
After ordering, he didn't sit down, but chatted with Chen Zhaodong.
"The weather has been getting hotter recently. I'm always sweating in the workshop. It's so annoying." Huo Tianhe suddenly complained about his work.
"That's nothing. At least I have a roof over my head." Chen Zhao lowered his head to cut a lemon. "Last time I was sunburned and fainted on the ground."
He learned the first half of the sentence from the villagers. On weekdays, what people talked about most were the workers in the town. They envied them for not having to hoe the fields and weed under the scorching sun.
When Chen Zhao was busy, he spoke without thinking and inexplicably began to talk about something he had heard from the villagers about an incident in the summer of a certain year when people died of heatstroke.
Huo Tianhe opened and closed his mouth, but in the end said nothing.
"Comrade, your noodles are ready." Zhang Haizhu said loudly.
At this time, the lemon tea in Chen Zhao's hand was ready. He poured it into a cup and handed it to Huo Tianhe.
He looked up and found that Huo Tianhe's expression was very solemn. He asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I'm going to eat. After dinner I have to go to the workshop." Huo Tianhe shook his head, picked up the bamboo cup, walked to the table, and ate the hot and sour noodles in silence.
Chen Zhao looked at him puzzledly, but didn't have much time to dwell on it.
The bell for the end of get off work at the nearby factory had not yet rung, but workers had already begun to approach the market, caught a glimpse of the lemon tea on the wooden board, and came over curiously to ask about it.
At the same time, Zhang Haimei and Ge Xiaoju arrived at their respective first delivery locations and began delivering powder and lemonade.
"We have a new drink. Would you like to try it? It's free." Zhang Haimei would ask every customer she met, "Lemon tea, five cents a cup."
The delivery team brought a pot of lemon tea and a bag of small bamboo cups for the customers to try.
Most people thought the price was too expensive when they first heard it, but after tasting it, they paid the money and asked for it to be delivered to the factory later.
Some people tried pickled pepper powder twice and felt a little tired of it, so when they heard about the new product, they paid to reserve lunch for the next week.
A similar situation occurred in the factory that Ge Tai and Ge Xiaoju sent.
Several people secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the hot and sour noodles were delivered in time, otherwise they would have had fewer customers next time.
Lemon tea is also very popular at the market. There are so many people that Xiao Hu washes his hands and helps to beat the lemon tea.
After the peak period, Chen Zhao was so tired that he lay on the table gasping for breath, and Hu Qulian massaged his arms to relax them.
"Sister, you really didn't lie to me. I am really tired." He gulped down half a cup of lemon tea.
Yu Zhile found it funny and asked, "Will you come again next time?"
"No, no, I'd rather bask in the sun in the field." Chen Zhao wailed.
He had stopped Yu Zhile from looking for someone and said with confidence that he could do the job.
Several people in the sideline group were amused by his appearance and started teasing him.
The delivery trio collected the small pot and bamboo cup, took back the order for next week, and prepared to return to the village.
Before leaving, Hu Qulian gave Duckling an injection, and the pain made him jump up from the ground.
"Ah, you, just wait for me." He said harshly and left angrily.
Yu Zhile and Zhang Wenxin rolled their eyes in tacit understanding.
In the evening, the villagers who were returning their farm tools to the warehouse after work were stopped by two people who said they wanted to hold a voting meeting.
Almost everyone is present, including all village cadres.
"I have applied to the village to kick the following twelve people off the dividend list of the sideline business group." Yu Zhile spoke first.
Zhang Haimei took over and identified those people one by one.
Their words caused an uproar, and Zhang Wenxin stood up to talk about what they had done at the fair.
"They want to ruin our business just for a bite to eat." She said loudly, "Do you think such people are worthy of sharing money with us?"
Everyone knows that the sideline group makes money, and they’re just waiting to share the money at the end of the year.
When they heard that Gong Yasheng and others wanted to cause trouble, everyone became excited.
"Don't give them any money!"
"Kick them out of the sideline group!"
The old Party Secretary took out the loud speaker again and said: "Now let's start voting. Those who agree raise your hands."
Everyone raised their hands.
The duck-voiced man who came here after hearing the news screamed, "I don't agree. Why are you kicking me out? I am also from Haiyu Village. I want to get my share of the money at the end of the year."
"Bah, you rotten rat, do you deserve it?" Someone spat at him.
The duck-voiced man snorted heavily, "Okay, I can't keep accounts, so why can the people in the sideline group eat whatever they want?"
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