"Sister-in-law, if you don't accept me, I'll feel really bad. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't have gone with the eldest sister-in-law and the others... If you accept it, the second sister-in-law will have the nerve to ask you for help in the future. Otherwise, I won't have the face to ask you for help anymore."
She really wanted to be friends with Jiang Wanwan, and she felt bad if she didn't express her gratitude after receiving so much affection from her.
Having said that, Jiang Wanwan didn't refuse anymore. She took the eggs into the house and took out a few pieces of chestnut cake.
"Take this back and give it to Qingqing. I see you haven't looked well these past few days. Maybe you're tired from taking care of Qingqing. You should take care of yourself."
Wang Sanni was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that Jiang Wanwan could see something that no one living under the same roof could see.
He smiled slightly and said, "I'm fine too. It's probably because I stayed up late these days. Xiaoqing is well now, and I'll be fine after a few days of good sleep."
She was envious when she saw the chestnut cakes, because she knew that these chestnut cakes were made by her sister-in-law.
Xiaoqing was sick that day, and her mother-in-law and her elder brother and sister-in-law were arguing in the yard. She could hear it clearly in the house.
She didn't see the mung bean cake that day, but now she saw the chestnut cake, which was indeed no different from the one sold in the supply and marketing cooperative.
She also heard that her sister-in-law was going to teach her sister-in-law how to make mung bean cakes, so she shamelessly asked, "Sister-in-law, how do you make this chestnut cake? To be honest, my mother's family grows chestnuts on the mountain, and every year every household in the village will get some."
It is difficult to peel chestnuts before eating them boiled, so they can be made into chestnut cakes. Not only are they delicious, but it is also very face-saving to bring a few pieces to relatives during festivals.
"This is quite easy. If you want to learn, I'll teach you later. But cakes require a lot of sugar. Even chestnut cakes require a lot of sugar."
Jiang Wanwan would not hide this matter from Lu Ersao, she could teach Lu Dasao.
But whether they can really learn it depends on themselves.
Sure enough, when Mrs. Lu heard the word "Feitang", she hesitated. It was true that such a delicious snack, so sweet, must use a lot of sugar.
As the two were talking, Lu Xiao came back from outside pushing a cart of stones and changed the subject.
Knowing that Jiang Wanwan and the others were going to build a wall, Wang Sanni said generously, "When we really need to build a wall, ask your second brother to come and help. Although he may not be good at other things, he is quite good at this."
Jiang Wanwan also agreed readily.
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There are still a lot of mung bean cakes and chestnut cakes in the two-bedroom apartment. Jiang Wanwan didn't have time during the autumn harvest, but now that she has some free time, she wants to deal with them as soon as possible.
Especially when she saw Lu Xiao picking up stones, she felt really distressed. If they had enough money, they could buy blue bricks and not have to go through this hard work.
She felt sorry for her own man, and knowing that Lu Xiao had finally fallen ill from overwork, she didn't want him to suffer at all.
Jiang Wanwan still went to the larger black market. The consumption level of the urban population was more than one level higher than that of the town. She sold precious and delicate goods, which were difficult to sell in places with low consumption levels.
She also needs to look at the cotton. The weather is getting colder day by day, and she needs to make Lu Xiao's cotton coat before winter.
Before entering the black market, Jiang Wanwan found a deserted place and tidied herself up briefly.
She was already wearing dusty clothes, so she found a scarf to cover her head and face, and then she took out a basket containing mung bean cakes and chestnut cakes from the two-bedroom apartment.
She picked a small and exquisite basket, covered it with a layer of white cotton cloth, and covered the pastries with the same layer of white cotton cloth, which looked hygienic and clean.
Before she came to this black market, she had figured out the geographical location and there was a pattern in what was sold in which area.
Jiang Wanwan found a seat against the wall, carrying a small basket and watching passers-by. If someone asked, she would offer a few words of sales pitch.
No matter where she was or the basket she was carrying, it was obvious that she was selling food.
Most people were curious about what kind of food she was selling, but when they saw it was pastries, they shook their heads and left.
Jiang Wanwan was not discouraged. In this era when people still had difficulty in finding food and clothing, pastries were not a mass commodity.
She cut the chestnut cake into small pieces, stuck toothpicks on them, and if she saw someone who was very interested, she would let them try a piece.
Mung bean cakes are available in the supply and marketing cooperative, but chestnut cakes are not common in that era, and she is very confident in her cakes.
Sure enough, everyone who had tasted her pastries would buy a few pieces, and soon she had sold several pieces of mung bean cakes and chestnut cakes.
Looking at the few cents in cash she received, Jiang Wanwan was a little excited, even happier than when she earned her first salary.
After counting the money and putting it in my pocket, I saw an old lady walking over with a basket.
The other party's goal was very clear. He came to Jiang Wanwan, tilted his head and looked at the only pair of eyes she had exposed. Finally, he circled around her as if he wanted to confirm something.
Jiang Wanwan calmly sorted the white cloth in the basket. She had recognized the other person. It was the lady who sold her the cloth and pants last time.
The old lady was also stubborn. She looked back and forth for a long time before pointing at Jiang Wanwan and saying, "Why do you look so familiar? Aren't you the girl who bought my cloth?"
Jiang Wanwan smiled. "Auntie, you have a really good memory. You still remember it after such a long time. Are you selling things on the black market again? Is there something urgent at home that you need money urgently?"
The old lady smiled and waved her hands. "You are such a rude girl, you can sell things in the black market, but you don't know why I, an old woman, run to the black market all day long? Let me see what you are selling."
Jiang Wanwan also realized that this lady was a full-time speculator in this era.
To be honest, Jiang Wanwan really admires these people. In any era, those who dare to take the first step are pioneers of the times. There is no right or wrong.
Without policies, they would just engage in speculation and profiteering. When policies come into effect, they are the first to take advantage of the situation.
And since she was doing this, she wanted to get familiar with the industry as soon as possible, so there was no harm in getting along well with the old lady.
Jiang Wanwan lifted the white cloth covering it for her to see, and also took out a piece of mung bean cake for her.
"I made some cakes myself. Money is tight at home, and I want to make some money. It's a good opportunity for you to taste them and see if I can continue making them in the future."
The old lady didn't expect Jiang Wanwan to be so generous. When she heard that she was asked to help with guidance, she didn't refuse. As a result, the mung bean cake was sweet and soft, not greasy, and had a milky flavor. It was much better than the mung bean cake she bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.
"How did you make this mung bean cake? It tastes like milk."
"I have sheep at home and they just gave birth, so I put some goat's milk in it," she did put milk powder in her mung bean cake.
The old lady ate the mung bean cake in no time. She came out early today and didn't have breakfast, and the main reason was that the mung bean cake was so delicious.
Jiang Wanwan didn't wait for her reply. Seeing that she had finished eating, she handed her another piece of chestnut cake. The old lady felt a little embarrassed.
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