Chapter 154: Eat More If You Like It
While it was still early, she took Sang Xingjia to three markets in one go and bought a lot of things.
But most of the things were not bought. It can only be said that the idea is good, but it is too troublesome to implement in practice.
Take chicken hearts for example. Some people do sell chickens raised by merchants, but who would be willing to give up those chicken offal these days?
Even if you ask someone to help you kill the chicken, you have to take the internal organs home and eat them later.
Imagine that in the future, any kind of offal can be easily purchased in large quantities. However, with today's low productivity, I am afraid that this can only be dreamed of.
If there is not enough variety, the taste can make up for it. Sang Yu is still very confident in his cooking skills.
After spending all the money they got from selling the ducks, the two returned home with a lot of stuff.
On the way, Sang Xingjia asked again: "Little sister, we bought so many things this time, don't we need to hide it?"
Not to mention the stuffed bamboo basket he was carrying on his back, he was also holding a lot of packaged things in his hands. Others could tell at a glance that they had bought a lot of things.
"No need." Sang Yu shook his head directly, "Business matters cannot be concealed, so there is no need to hide it from the beginning."
There are many people doing business in the village. Some of them use local materials, picking dried fruits or medicinal herbs in the mountains, and then go to the city to sell them after storing a certain amount.
Some of them learned some skills, such as weaving bamboo baskets or embroidering small purses to sell in the city.
Just do business honestly and make money. As long as you don’t foolishly tell others how much you earn in a day, no one knows whether you have become rich or not.
Later, she planned to tell her family that if anyone asked how the business was going, they should answer "barely making a living" to avoid being targeted by jealous people.
The two men carried a bunch of things into the house, and even asked Sang Xinghao to open the gate, as he really had no time to spare.
"Wow, have you made a fortune? Why did you buy so many vegetables?" Sang Yongjing couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as he helped Sang Xingjia take off the bamboo basket on his back.
Sang Yu put down the things in his hands, stretched his fingers that were pinched so hard that they hurt, and replied with a smile: "I didn't get rich. I sold the ducks, but I didn't bring back a penny."
"It's okay. There's still money at home. If it's not enough, you can take some more." Sang Yongjing didn't care. He fully trusted all of Sang Yu's decisions.
Sang Xingjia took the bowl of water brought by Sang Xinghao and drank it all in one gulp. He then noticed that the land in front of the pavilion had been dug up and leveled for the most part, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Dad, did you dig all this yourself?"
Sang Yongjing, who had been waiting for praise, raised his head proudly and said, "Of course. Not only did your father dig it, he also leveled it. We'll just have to work for half a day tomorrow and it will all be finished."
After they left in the morning, Xie Qiujin and Old Lady Shi continued to busily sew bedding. After hesitating for a second between digging the ground and building the stove, he decisively picked up the hoe and began digging.
After all, digging the ground only requires strength, but he really doesn't know how to build a stove.
Having learned from the experience of getting blisters from grinding the hoe last time, Sang Xingjia specially wrapped a circle of linen around the handle of the hoe this time.
Not only was it easier to grip than the original smooth wooden handle, it was also less abrasive, and his palms were only red and hot throughout the day.
While he was busy digging the ground, Sang Xinghao was not idle either.
He dug out the pebbles he had brought back from digging river sand and placed them in a circle around the vegetable patch where the seedlings had been planted.
At this moment, he was holding Sang Yu's hand to ask for credit: "Sister, look at the stones I pasted. Do they look good?"
The smooth, round and shiny pebbles were laid flat on the ground and pressed hard into the soil.
It looks like a boundary for the vegetable garden and also like a decoration, which adds a sense of order to the originally messy vegetable garden.
"It looks great. Our Hao'er is really capable. After the vegetable garden next to it is dug, I'll let you put a circle around it, okay?" Sang Yu touched his head and praised him without hesitation.
"Okay! I will definitely stick it on." Sang Xinghao nodded solemnly as if he had made a promise.
Although the vegetables have been bought, Sang Yu does not plan to set up the stall tomorrow. It is not easy to open a snack stall.
The word "chuanchuan" means to string all the ingredients together, which means that she needs a lot of bamboo sticks.
The temporary stall had no space for customers to cook, which meant that she needed a container that customers could hold in their hands to hold the skewers, which could be cut directly into bamboo joints.
In addition, she needed a lightweight and portable container that could store the marinade.
There is no need to worry about this. She bought a cheap and large-capacity second-hand water bag in the market. It feels like it is made of cowhide but the price is shockingly low.
After confirming with the grocery stall owner that the previous owner of the water bag did not have any infectious disease, she still couldn't resist the temptation of the low price and bought it.
She could guess the origin of the water bag to some extent. Cowhide was rare these days. There was a word "wind" branded next to the mouth of the water bag. It might be the relic of a soldier who died in the battle.
But since this water bag had been sold cheaply by a grocer, it probably wasn't anything special. She didn't mind it being used by a dead person.
To sum up, everything comes down to one thing - cutting bamboo.
This time, Sang Yu didn't plan to take a long detour to the mountain next to the shed where they lived before. As far as she knew, there were bamboos near Qingxi Village.
She would ask Xiaohu to rent an axe tomorrow to save time and effort. She also wanted to see if there were any good things in the nearby mountains.
The dinner was simpler than yesterday's. We stir-fried the remaining duck innards, stewed the duck blood with yam, and added a plate full of snails.
We have been eating snails for two days in a row, but everyone still looks like they are afraid of eating less.
Sang Xinghao hissed inhalation from the spiciness while picking up the snail meat with his hands.
Occasionally, some soup would slide down his fingers to his wrist. He would glance at it first, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he would take the opportunity to lick it clean with his tongue.
Sang Yu, who happened to catch a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, couldn't help but turn his head away. He really couldn't bear to look at it. Could it be so delicious?
Perhaps because she had been exposed to the more stimulating peppers of later generations, she always felt that the spicy taste made with dogwood powder was not spicy enough, not fresh and fragrant enough, and not strong enough to eat.
Sang Yongjing really loved this spicy snail dish. While slurping the broth from the shells, he muttered, "I'm going to go get some more tomorrow when I have time. I can't let those wild ducks get such a delicacy for free."
The others nodded in approval, obviously thinking that his idea was good.
To this, Sang Yu could only say: "If you like it, eat more."
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