Chapter 064: Wen Chun Knows Numbers
As the name suggests, the Scallion Pot Stove has the flavor of scallions. After eating it, Wen Jiajia realized that it not only has the flavor of scallions but also the flavor of pepper and salt.
"What a delicious cake!" Wen Xuan's cheeks puffed up like a squirrel. She took another bite of the cake without waiting to swallow it.
Her palate is very inclusive and she can accept flavors from any region.
There lived a sister-in-law from Yunnan province in Beishan. She once brought a plate of Houttuynia cordata to tease Wen Chun and Wen Xuan. Wen Chun took a bite and spat it out, but Wen Xuan ate it with great relish. She even ate the whole plate and asked for more. Wen Jiajia suspected that Wen Xuan's cheap biological father was from the southwest.
It's okay to eat Houttuynia cordata, she even eats soy milk.
Xie Yang and Teacher Shen are both from the capital. One day, they had an idea to use the leftover residue from Wen Jiajia's making of mung bean powder to ferment it into soy milk. The smell was just like a pair of stinky socks that had been worn for a month and then soaked in water. Several families in Beishan temporarily left their homes and ran far away to avoid the smell until the soy milk cooled down.
At that time, Wen Chun and Wen Xuan had just returned home from school. Wen Chun smelled the smell and ran away. Wen Xuan followed the smell to Xie Yang's house, asked for a bowl of tea, sat on a bench and drank it leisurely.
That was not enough, she also ran home, carrying a bowl to pack up some soy milk, so much so that Wen Jiajia still thinks that bowl stinks.
At this moment, Wen Jiajia was not surprised at all that she liked to eat scallion stew.
Wen Chun felt like this was a cake. He took a bite and chewed it, then took another bite and tasted it.
Then, he put the biscuit he had taken two bites of into Wen Xuan's bowl: "I don't like it."
Wen Jiajia: “Why?”
"It tastes weird, sweet and salty." Wen Chun frowned and quickly picked up the cauliflower with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
Wen Jiajia understood. This girl didn't like sweet, salty, and oily pastries. If only one flavor was prominent, it would be fine. But if both the sweet and salty flavors were prominent, she wouldn't like it.
"You can only say this at home. If someone invites you to their house for dinner, even if you don't like the food, you can't say it's not tasty in front of others." Wen Jiajia peeled two shrimps for her and taught her seriously.
Wen Chun nodded vigorously and used chopsticks to pick up a piece of shrimp and put it into his mouth: "I definitely won't tell you. If I tell you, it will make you sad. And next time when there is something delicious, I won't treat you to a meal."
"Yes, it's great!" Not to mention the scallion pot stew, Wen Jiajia put the millet porridge left over from the morning into the pot to warm it up and let Wen Chun eat it with it.
Today, every household in Beishan has a bowl of lobster, and there are at least ten shrimps on the Internet.
How could ten lobsters be enough? Those with fewer people in the family could get two or three each, but those with more people could only get one each.
It's over now.
The gluttony in their stomachs was aroused, but there were not enough lobsters to appease it. Many people were eager to take another bite of the shrimps soaked in garlic soup.
"How do you cook these shrimps?" Another person came to ask, "Can you tell me?"
Wen Jiajia: “That’s convenient!” Then she handed over the ingredients and instructions she had just written.
After giving it, the sister-in-law left, and not long after, another sister-in-law came in a hurry...
Damn it, can’t we just come together?
Wen Jiajia had no choice but to write another one. The sister-in-law treated the paper as a priceless treasure, holding it in her arms and asked, "Is this method passed down in the family? Does Wei Dai know?"
“…”
Wen Jiajia smiled awkwardly: "No, what are you thinking! This is just an ordinary recipe, many people know it."
The sister-in-law was relieved. She was just afraid that this was a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation, and Wen Jiajia had passed it on without knowing it. After all, Wen Jiajia was known for her loose hands in the family compound.
People came to the house one after another, and it was not until 8:30 that the crowd finally stopped.
Wei Dai didn't come back until almost nine o'clock. Seeing Jia Jia looking listless, he thought she had a fever.
"Did you catch a cold today?" It's not impossible. After all, it rained last night, and the temperature was low and windy in the morning. She refused to put on a coat when I asked her to go out.
Wen Jiajia stood up, her eyes wide open: "What's the cold? I just feel like I'm stuck in a cycle."
Wei Dai was puzzled: "What cycle?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing." Wen Jiajia went back to the room and went to take a shower with her clothes in her arms.
Wei Dai smiled and said, "You're waiting for me to come back and take a bath together!"
Wen Jiajia rolled her eyes and said, "You are so beautiful. I was just delayed by something. I didn't wait for you!"
Wei Dai took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body: "Get two more buckets of water, let's do it together."
It's late at night.
After a round of exercise, the couple felt the aftertaste of love after the tide of love receded. When the love was flowing, it started to rain outside.
Wen Jiajia listened to the sound of rain hitting the eaves and said, "This rain is very sensible. It has been falling at night for the past two days."
Wei Dai: "Summer rain is usually like this. It will be hard to ride a bike tomorrow, so try to ride slower."
"You'll be late if you slow down."
"Then let's leave early." Wei Dai couldn't understand why Wen Jiajia always had to go to work on time.
Wen Jiajia pulled his earlobe: "I have to get up... Who knows, it's better to leave early and not be late."
She decided to skip this sad question and share the good news with Wei Dai: "It was rumored in the factory today that the new factory will open on September 1st. It was specially chosen... an auspicious day. Everyone said that there must be a purpose for choosing this day. It is a good day for moving."
Wei Dai tapped her lips and said, "Don't say that. We won't get involved in this kind of topic."
"I'm stupid. Of course I only say this at home."
The closer the moving day gets, the more nervous Wen Jiajia becomes. She always feels like a bird about to leave its nest, leaving her safe zone to start a new life in a strange place alone.
She added: "Last month, the pharmaceutical factory held an exam to recruit people. Several children from our army went, but none of them passed. We don't know when the exam for the new factory will start."
Wen Jiajia originally thought that it would start at the same time as the pharmaceutical factory, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was impossible, after all, there was still the chemical factory.
It’s the first recruitment exam for the new factory, and I can’t just follow one side.
Wei Dai: "It's only been two months. The teachers in our army are actually not as good as those in the city. Many teachers who graduated from regular normal schools are unwilling to come here. In the future... when Chun'er and Xuanxuan want to go to middle school, let them go to the city."
Wen Jiajia: "Well, there's no rush for this."
"You were anxious to get Chun'er to go to primary school yesterday."
Wen Jiajia thought, how can it be the same? In three or four years, the social situation will be completely changed, and studying can only be considered at that time.
Afraid that the sharp-sighted Wei Dai would notice something was wrong, Wen Jiajia closed her eyes and pretended to be extremely sleepy.
Wei Dai put his arm under her neck, turned sideways, hugged her, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
It was raining and cold at night, and when the temperature rose, his wife would not let him hold her like that.
Not only did they not let him go, they also kicked him away and made him lie farther away.
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The temperature rise seems to happen in the blink of an eye. It seems that I was still worried about the muddy roads yesterday, but today the temperature has risen suddenly. Sitting in the office is like sitting in a stove.
Summer is the peak production season for pharmaceutical factories, and Wen Jiajia has been increasingly busy during this period.
Not only do I have to do my job, but I also have to help Sister Xiaoru in the workshop to manage the workshop affairs.
Team leader Wei said he was visiting relatives recently. His father-in-law and his family work in the northwest, and he heard that he was not feeling well and was hospitalized. Under such circumstances, how could he not take his wife to visit his father-in-law?
Therefore, the production of the sixth workshop could only be taken over by the deputy team leader, who was Sister Xiaoru. She was a little hectic when she just took over the entire workshop, so Director Xue had to arrange for Wen Jiajia to help her get through the busy early stage.
At the end of June, countless students graduated.
There was someone with a strong background in that company who passed the recruitment exam in early July and was able to get a job in the pharmaceutical factory. One of them was assigned to the sixth workshop.
This person has been following Wen Jiajia recently, and Director Xue intends to let her take care of him so that after she leaves, no bad things will happen to the office because there is no one to take over her work tasks.
There are also those who hurry to take over their parents' jobs, otherwise they will have to go to the countryside to become educated youth.
Once you take over, the level returns to the initialization state, so taking over is actually a matter of "cutting flesh to heal wounds". No one would do this unless there is really no other choice.
There was only one person like this in the sixth workshop. The new girl was quite hardworking. At least she was better than the boy who followed her and had to ask her to explain everything in detail before he could barely remember it.
Wen Jiajia has been annoyed by this man recently. She even suspects that if she were not a woman, this man would have to follow her to the toilet.
But Director Xue was so polite to him that she was too restrained to show any impatience. Who knew he was a relative of some big leader? But she was really impatient. Because of his presence, Wen Jiajia was much more eager to go to the new factory.
During the dog days of summer, people feel wilted.
There was a heavy rain on the day of the Beginning of Autumn, but the temperature did not drop much due to the rain. It was just a drop in the bucket, and the next day it was even hotter.
Sha Yue came back at this time. When she learned that Wen Jiajia was going to the new factory, she almost cried.
"I can't bear to see you go." Sha Yue choked up, "Without you, what's the point of me staying in the office?"
"…" That is to say, you started working before me, and you were doing well when I was not here.
Sha Yue said confidently: "It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality."
What does this have to do with frugality or extravagance?
Wen Jiajia consoled him, "The two factories are close to each other anyway, so we will definitely see each other often."
Sha Yue sighed: "This is the only way."
He then quickly said, "The food at the new factory is not good. From now on, you can come to the pharmacy for lunch. Anyway, the relationship between Yibo and our pharmacy is very close. If you come, the cafeteria will not rush people out."
It is not easy for outsiders to eat in the pharmaceutical factory cafeteria without someone to lead them, because the cafeteria is subsidized by the pharmaceutical factory, and the money spent by employees on meals is not much compared to other factories.
Wen Jiajia agreed, and the two chatted for a long time before stopping.
When Shayue came, Dong Qi naturally left.
But she gained something from doing the outsourcing work this time. Director Xue was very optimistic about this hard-working girl and recommended her to the medical glass company. However, she could not be hired as a formal employee for the time being and could only be a temporary worker.
But Dong Qi had no shortage of money or money, and being a regular worker or a temporary worker didn't matter to her, as long as she had a job that kept her from going to the countryside.
Busy at work and busy at home.
Wen Jiajia has been busy teaching Wen Chun recently, which is actually teaching her to recognize numbers, and if everything goes well, she will teach her some common characters.
You can't go to primary school without knowing how to write your own name.
When Wenchun came home from school that evening, he stood at the door of his house, hesitating, taking one step forward and two steps back, and he just didn't want to go in.
"Chun'er, what are you doing?" Xie Yi asked her curiously while licking the popsicle he just bought, "Aren't you going home to listen to the radio? Today is Saturday, and there will be a new story on the radio."
Wen Chun sat on the doorstep of Xie's house, with his head hung and not wanting to speak.
Wen Xuan poked her head out of her yard and said, "Because my sister doesn't want to study."
As she said that, she took a bite of the watermelon, then lifted the watermelon and shook it happily: "Sister, aren't you going to eat it? Auntie is cutting the watermelon."
Wen Chunqi was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes: "I don't want to write numbers anymore. You have to leave two slices of watermelon for me and you are not allowed to eat them all."
Xie Yi exclaimed, "Ah!" in surprise: "You've just started writing numbers? My mom has been asking me to memorize the multiplication table."
Wen Chun was about to cry, sniffed and asked, "Hey, what's the multiplication table?"
"Yes, yes... Well, you'll know once you learn it. It's harder than writing numbers anyway."
Wen Chun's eyes widened, and he wiped his nose with the back of his hand: "Writing numbers is so difficult!"
Xie Yi was a clean little boy. When he saw the snot on the back of his hand, he quickly leaned aside and said, "Chun'er, you'd better go back quickly. If Aunt Wen gets angry, she will definitely ask you to write more numbers. Everyone has to study. If you don't, you will be the last in the class. Do you know what the last one means? It means the one with the worst grades."
Wen Chun was not fooled: "If I don't learn, and no one else learns, then how come I am the last one?"
Xie Yi: "How do you know that others don't learn? As for me, I have learned it. I have even learned addition and subtraction. When my grades are better than yours, the teacher will definitely choose me as the class monitor."
Wen Chun sniffed again. She was very stubborn and said, "No way, I'm the team leader now."
After saying that, she ran back home. Wen Jiajia saw the snot on her face and quickly moved away from her: "Go, wash your hands and face first, and then come and eat watermelon."
Wen Chun listened to what was said. After washing, he picked up a piece of watermelon and bit it hard. While eating, he hid in the yard, fearing that he would be caught by his aunt and forced to write numbers.
Wen Jiajia didn't have time to take care of her at the moment. Wei Dai always came home late recently, so she had to cook dinner every day.
I was lucky today. I bought four pieces of tender tofu from Master He when I got off work. Wen Jiajia fried them into braised sauce, but some of the tofu was broken because it was not fried well.
But it doesn’t matter, because tofu will be mashed into pieces when you eat it with rice.
Next, I stir-fried another dish, which was red amaranth.
Red amaranth is only edible now, it will become old when the weather gets a little colder.
But it can grow everywhere. Wen Jiajia discovered a lot of red amaranth nearby last year. This year, she picked the newly grown amaranth. Amaranth is very tender and is delicious whether it is stir-fried, cooked in soup, or cooked with noodles or rice noodles.
However, it is said that this thing contains high oxalic acid. Wen Jiajia never checked whether it was true or not after hearing this in her entire life. To be on the safe side, she blanches it in water every time she eats it these days.
It's summer and no one likes greasy food, so even without meat, Wen Jiajia and the two girls ate it with relish.
After the meal, each person was given a bowl of delicious mung bean soup.
"Is it sweet? I put two spoonfuls of honey in it." Wen Jiajia put down the bowl and asked.
Wen Chun and Wen Xuan nodded, "So sweet!"
After the two of them finished drinking, Wen Jiajia said, "Take your clothes and go take a shower. I'll fetch you some water."
When Wen Chun heard this, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief because her aunt didn't ask her to write numbers.
Maybe my aunt forgot?
Thinking of this, Wen Chun quickened his pace as he returned to the room, and his whole body seemed to become full of enthusiasm in an instant.
Wen Jiajia's eyes were meaningful.
Humph, you still want to hide!
Once she finishes her housework, she'll have plenty of time.
The two children went to take a bath while Wen Jiajia washed dishes in the kitchen.
If Wen Chun and Wen Xuan take a bath by themselves, it usually takes a long time.
Children love to play in the water. It was summer and they were at home, so Wen Jiajia ignored them. After washing the dishes, she went to wash the two sisters' clothes.
They are particularly good at dressing themselves, perhaps because they know that there is no shortage of fabrics at home, so they usually don't take care of the clothes they wear.
Wen Jiajia didn't know how many times she had had her clothes mended by them. The last time she had them mended was a month ago, and now she saw that the threads were unraveling again.
Wen Jiajia stood up and said to the two of them, "You guys climbed trees again today!"
"No, not at all." Wen Xuan said.
"Chun'er, why are your sleeves torn? Xuanxuan, your pants are unraveled! Fortunately, they are not torn on your buttocks, otherwise your buttocks would be exposed."
Wen Chun said loudly: "Mine was torn when I was playing the spinning game."
The sound is not false, it must be real.
"Wen Xuan, what about you?"
"I, I...it broke on its own. I don't know when it broke."
Wen Xuan felt very wronged. She didn't even do skipping today, so how come her pants were torn?
"The clothes and pants are too old, so they are easy to tear." Teacher Shen came in with a basket of corn. "I just broke them. They are very tender and can be eaten raw."
Wen Jiajia stood up and took it: "Oh, I like to eat this, it tastes so good when it's roasted."
"It tastes good when cooked, and the water is still sweet after cooking. Drinking it can lower blood pressure." Teacher Shen said, "I'm washing clothes."
Wen Jiajia nodded and showed her the torn part: "Look, this is clothes I just sewed last month!"
After thinking for a moment, he said, "But you are right, this dress is indeed a bit old."
These were clothes left by the original owner's parents and sister that were modified for the two sisters to wear. She tore them hard, and with a "sizzle" sound, a small hole was torn in the clothes.
“…”
Well, she was wrongly accused.
Teacher Shen said, "I heard from Lao Wang in the logistics department that you are going to be transferred to the newly opened medical glass factory?"
"Yes! But how did Lao Wang know that?"
She didn't remember telling Lao Wang about this.
Teacher Shen smiled and said, "If there are any changes in your unit, he will be the first to know."
Wen Jiajia really didn't know about this: "It turns out that we have no secrets from Lao Wang."
Then he reacted again: "Could it be that my unit relationship has already been changed?"
That’s not right. The factory didn’t tell her.
As it got dark, Wen Chun couldn't avoid studying and was taken to the room by Wen Jiajia.
There are many mosquitoes when the weather is hot. Her house is close to the mountains and water, so there are even more mosquitoes.
"Auntie, please burn some mosquito coils."
Wen Chun twisted his arms and his hips. Three minutes ago he was crying for water, two minutes ago he was hungry, and now he was swatting mosquitoes and itching.
I leaned over to take a look and saw that the number was not even three.
"There's no mosquito coils at home," Wen Jiajia said, but there was something she could do. She lifted the mosquito net, got out of bed, walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out the ointment made from wormwood essential oil.
"What is this?" Wen Chun asked curiously.
Wen Jiajia straightened her head and said, "Why are you talking so much when writing your words?"
Wen Chun pouted and wrote with great force, stroke by stroke.
The balm comes in a clam shell, which I open and rub with my fingertips onto exposed skin.
For example, the ankles, arms, neck and behind the ears.
"Hahahaha, it's so cool, icy cool!" Wen Chun was itchy and kept hiding, "Auntie, what is this?"
"Wormwood balm with some peppermint essential oil."
The reason why Wen Jiajia could use essential oils so blatantly was because she worked in a pharmaceutical factory. It was only natural that the pharmaceutical factory had a set of essential oil extraction equipment.
After she goes to the medical glass factory, maybe she can privately purchase a small essential oil extraction equipment.
"It feels so comfortable when applied on the bitten area." Wen Jiajia shook her legs, bringing in air flow, making the area where the application was made cooler.
"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Jiajia put away the ointment and glanced at her watch. "It's half past seven now. If you haven't written 'ten' by eight o'clock, you'll be beaten."
The plot was exposed, and Wen Chun sighed.
"Aunt, I have one last question." After a few minutes, she suddenly turned around and said.
"Go ahead."
"Xuanxuan, don't you want to apply cooling cream?"
Wen Jiajia: "... Wen Chun, I really want to bring in the bamboo whip. Are you going to write or not? If not, I will spank you ten times."
Wen Xuan from next door had already gone to bed to read comics, and the mosquitoes came out of nowhere when the mosquito net was opened. It was obvious that Wen Chun wanted her to go to next door so that he could sneak away.
Wen Chun quickly picked up the pencil and said, "I won't dare to do that again."
Wen Jiajia stared at her intently for a while before slowly retracting her gaze and continuing to look at the book she had found at the scrapyard.
She often goes to scrap recycling stations and has a good relationship with the employees of several scrap recycling stations.
How good is it? So good that she doesn't need to check the books when she buys them, she can just weigh them.
There were many books in the scrap collection center at that time. Although most of them were torn into pieces, you could always find a few that had escaped the net - books that were still well preserved and at least readable.
There are many foreign books among them, such as "Anna Karenina" and "La Dame aux Camélias". Wen Jiajia never read these two masterpieces carefully in her previous life, but she watched the movies four or five times. This time, without the interference of electronic products, she was able to concentrate on watching them.
However, these two books can be considered banned books nowadays. If they are discovered, they will be directly loaded onto trucks and taken to farms for transformation. Don't think this is an exaggeration. Someone in a pharmaceutical factory was fired for reading foreign novels. Therefore, Wen Jiajia had to be extra careful.
She specially installed a box under the bed to store books, and she could put a book into the box. This box was like a rib frame, and even if you crawled under the bed to look, ordinary people would not easily find the secret.
Besides, she usually only looked in the bedroom and locked the door when she did so, so she wasn't afraid of being discovered.
Half an hour passed, and Wen Jiajia quietly got up and walked to Wen Chun.
Wen Chun is painting at the moment, drawing flowers on paper with a pencil, and it turns out to be quite beautiful.
"Finished?" she asked.
Wen Chun nodded vigorously and turned to the previous page. Wen Jiajia checked it carefully before letting her go.
The writing is not bad, and it is not misleading. It is obvious that it was not that I couldn't write before, but that I was unwilling to write.
It seems that bamboo whip is still more intimidating.
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