Building a factory, what a prestigious thing that would be! If it were finally built, the Zhao family would instantly become workers! This, this is such a great thing, it's exciting just thinking about it.
"Little sister, let's not talk about building a factory for now. What about making spicy noodles? My family has never even eaten them, let alone made them!"
Nuan Ma looked mysteriously at the bag she brought back, rummaged through it, and pulled out a large oil-paper bag.
Amidst the different expressions on the Zhao family's faces, the oil paper package was slowly opened, revealing the greasy and spicy spicy strips, spicy slices, and gluten inside.
"That's it! I've got to be frank. This is a valuable item that's not even available in Beijing. Qin Zheng asked someone to bring it back from the south for Nuan Bao, and that's all there is. In order to help our Zhao family get back on their feet, we've taken out all of our Nuan Bao. You better be careful about what you can and can't say to others."
When Nuan Ma said this, her eyes were looking at her aunts.
The three aunts present (the third aunt was divorced and sent back to her parents' home) met the sharp gaze of the sister-in-law and quickly expressed their opinions.
"His aunt, don't worry. The recipe for making spicy noodles is an inheritance from his grandmother's family. His grandmother recently found the recipe when she was sorting out old things. We all know it, right, his second aunt?"
My aunt is worthy of being the daughter of the village chief. She is very eloquent. With just a few words, she completely removed the Liu family from this matter.
The grandmother was satisfied with the performance of the eldest aunt and turned her attention to the second and fourth daughters-in-law.
Neither of them was as eloquent as my aunt, so they could only follow suit and agree.
The grandmother was satisfied, and then she took everyone to her own tofu shop.
Most people in my grandmother's village grow beans, which means every household has a lot of old beans. My grandmother's family doesn't like to eat fried or stewed beans because the farts they produce are so stinky. There are so many people in my grandmother's family, and the smell of farts is so bad that it can make people faint. Fortunately, my grandmother's family has a family tradition of making tofu. To use up the old beans, my grandmother built a small tofu shop. They usually make tofu during the winter or when there is no farming work to improve their lives.
Nuanbao followed Nuanma into the tofu shop and noticed with his sharp eyes that there were a lot of tofu skins drying on the shelf on one side, which is what people in later generations called yuba and dried tofu.
"Mom, these look like a lot, but there might not be many left to make!"
Nuanbao pinched the bean curd sheets that had been seen through, and looked at the total amount, and couldn't help but worry about his grandmother and the others.
"It's okay. If it's not enough, grandma will take your uncles to make it quickly."
At that time, few farmers kept donkeys. Usually, my grandmother's uncles took turns to pull the mill. Nuanbao felt that manual grinding was too unrealistic. Not only was it a waste of manpower, but it was also time-consuming.
"No, grandma. If we pull the mill manually, it will be too slow. Mom, I remember Qin Zheng sent us a telegram a while ago saying he was sending us a set of solar-powered millstones. We don't need them anyway, so why not give them to grandma and the others?"
Nuan Ma was stunned by Nuan Bao's words. After she realized what Nuan Bao was going to do, she immediately made an expression of sudden enlightenment.
"Oh, yes, yes, that's true. It's said that our Qin Zheng has a conscience. He's had a few meals at our house, and whenever his research institute comes up with something new, he always thinks of us first."
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