Chapter 20 Sweet Potato Flour
Of course there is no such person as Cheng Ye, he is just Gu Ci's pseudonym.
But Wu Huaqiang couldn't escape.
Otherwise, others would really think that Captain Wu was finding fault because he was reluctant to compensate them so much money.
Of course, it would be best if we didn't meet in the future.
In addition to giving Gu Ci 50 yuan as an appearance fee, Chu Hong also gave 10 yuan to Chu Dan and 10 yuan to her mother, leaving 30 yuan for herself.
He also gave the more than ten yuan he earned from selling pumpkin pie to Old Lady Song.
Because those are loose change, it is more convenient for them to use.
Secretary Song still had to attend a meeting, so he could only persuade his two daughters earnestly: "The family's money will be enough for a while, so please stop causing trouble."
"We don't lack food and drink at home, so please stop making trouble in the future, or you'll make me anxious to death."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Gu Ci also stood up and said goodbye, going to see his grandpa and others first.
As soon as he left, Old Lady Song started counting the money seriously.
He counted twice in a row: "The total is thirteen dollars and seventy cents. Excluding the two dollars and eighty cents you brought in change, how much did you earn?"
"Ten dollars and ninety cents." After Chu Dan blurted out, he was afraid that he had calculated wrongly. He looked at his mother and second sister again, and was relieved when he saw that they did not glare at him.
Old man Song suspected that his wife had counted wrongly. He first counted out the two dollars and eighty cents, then counted the remaining money. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Can you really earn that much?"
"No wonder our second son is not afraid of getting up in the middle of the night to go to the black market. If I can earn so much, I'm willing to go."
Those country people are not afraid of being tired, but they are afraid of working in vain.
A sentence suddenly came to Chu Hong's mind: If there is a 50% profit, she will take the risk.
For 100% profit, they dare to trample on all human laws.
If the profit exceeds two hundred, they will commit any crime.
Now that I think about it, it does make sense. At least my grandfather has verified that there can be a 50% profit, and those who are afraid of the black market like a tiger want to give it a try.
Chu Dan's eyes lit up and he looked at him expectantly: "Grandpa, let's go again in a few days?"
Old Man Song was really tempted and looked at his wife.
Mrs. Song looked at her daughter-in-law and asked, "You can earn so much money. Why don't we make a few trips while we have nothing to do in the twelfth lunar month?"
Wu Xiu, however, was more cautious because of her questionable identity, and reminded them: "Flour, glutinous rice flour, sugar, and oil all add up to a total cost of six yuan."
Now that there is no shortage of food and drink at home, Wu Xiu will not go.
Chu Hong felt that she had the same idea as Wu Xiu. It was too painful to earn such little money and it was not worth it.
After Gu Ci gets some rabbits and raises ducks next year, we will be able to have some meat at home more often.
She also agreed: "Ama is right, let's stay out of the spotlight for now."
Chu Dan reminded again: "But didn't you promise to send taro dumplings to Aunt He?"
She was greedy and wanted to take the opportunity to make some extra money, so she made an ally: "Aunt He was the first one to buy pumpkin pie, and she praised its taste."
"He also said that if there is something good, I will send it directly to the steel mill and tell the guard to look for Director He from the labor union."
"My second sister even agreed with them that it would be one yuan per pound, and they booked five pounds at once."
He looked at Old Lady Song eagerly and begged, "Grandma, can you teach me?"
Mrs. Song was stunned when she heard this: "Oh my God, did I hear this correctly? Dumplings can be sold for one yuan per pound? Isn't this more expensive than pork?"
After saying that, he looked at Chu Dan again: "What can I teach you? I don't even know what dumplings these are."
Chu Hong's heart trembled, but she remained calm and said, "I ate it at a state-owned restaurant in Shanghai. I thought it was delicious, but a woman next to me complained that the skin of the taro dumplings was not chewy enough after eating it."
"I also told the people around me how much taro and starch to put in order to make the taro dumplings taste good."
She regretted that she was more interested in money than her life, and it almost got exposed.
He also reminded himself in his heart that even though he had Song Chuhong's memories, he still had to be careful so that his family wouldn't notice anything wrong.
Wu Xiu smiled and said, "Xiao Hong has a very good memory when she hears about food. She can remember it after hearing it once."
Then he looked at Chu Dan and said, "Your grandmother also likes to eat taro dumplings. She taught me how to make them, but it's a little more laborious. If you want to learn, you have to be patient."
Chu Hong also thought that Wu Xiu was a young lady from a wealthy family. Even if she was born out of wedlock, her grandmother was favored at the time and would definitely not treat her badly in terms of food.
Now even Chu Hong became curious, and leaned over to lean on her shoulder and asked, "Mom, what else can you cook?"
When Wu Xiu was young, her biological mother also made plans for her. Since her identity could not be changed, she had to find a way to change her reputation.
Girls at that time also went to school, and if they knew some cooking skills, they could brag about being good girls who were both capable of working in the kitchen and in the living room.
Therefore, Wu Xiu only took a few glances at the complicated dishes, but did learn how to make a few of her favorite snacks.
But who could have imagined that there would be such earth-shaking changes.
She forced a smile: "I can also make crab meat buns, white-cut chicken, eight-treasure duck, crystal shrimp, crab shell roe, and seven-treasure square cake."
Chu Hong sipped her saliva and sighed, "Mom, you are like a housewife without rice, but you can't cook without rice. Why don't you just say it?"
Then he said with a bitter face: "It's really greedy."
Sure enough, seeing her unhappy look, everyone in the family became happy.
Finally, Wu Xiu decided to make taro dumplings: "Since you've agreed, let's make taro dumplings, right? Anyway, we can send them directly to the factory, and there's no danger in going to the black market."
If you can’t sell it, you can keep it for yourself.
But let’s forget about it today. I have to let my daughters take a break.
Nowadays, people make their own sweet potato flour. Not only can it be used to make sweet potato soup, but also when kneading the dough, they can wrap the sweet potato flour in a cloth and shake it a few times. The dry sweet potato flour can prevent the dough from sticking to the chopping board.
If you have children at home and they get prickly heat in the summer, you can use sweet potato powder to pat the prickly heat away.
Therefore, after receiving sweet potatoes, every household will make some sweet potato flour.
Chu Hong, who was lying in bed, was still greedy and ordered food, saying coquettishly: "Grandma, I want to eat sweet potato soup. Can we have this for dinner?"
Although Old Lady Song complained that her granddaughter was too troublesome, she still made sweet potato soup in the evening.
Yesterday, the villagers made tofu, and they also exchanged beans for a few pieces. They put some tofu cut into small squares into the sweet potato soup, and also fried two eggs, cut them into small pieces, and added some vegetables. The sweet potato soup tasted delicious.
After eating two large bowls, Chu Hong said regretfully, "It would be more delicious if you could add some minced meat."
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