"Linzi, this stewed chicken is so delicious. I was thinking about it yesterday. If I could go out one day, I would like to eat a meal of chicken stewed with mushrooms!"
Shunxi didn't even raise his head or open his eyes, and he finished the dry meal, including the chicken soup mixed with sorghum rice.
He burped, straightened his back, and talked about how he was imprisoned last night. He was hungry and cold, and his mind was full of fantasies about this dish. Unexpectedly, he would eat it the next day!
For this dish, the state-owned restaurant prepared a lot of chicken, and the soup filled up two large lunch boxes.
This dish alone costs six yuan plus 2.8 jin of meat coupons, while the braised cabbage with vinegar is only 40 cents.
If the meat tickets are exchanged on the black market, they are also quite valuable.
Lian Xiaomin was also happy when she saw Shunxi's satisfied expression.
Just now, Xiao Si had quickly added several pieces of chicken thighs to her plate and told her to eat quickly, otherwise Shunxi would eat them all. Only then did she scoop up a few pieces to eat.
But she just wanted to taste it and see what the difference was between what the chef of the state-owned restaurant cooked. It was usually made by Yufang, and she had made it herself, so how could she be short of food? There was plenty of it in the space.
Every chef has his own skill, which is pretty good. Speaking of the chef, she suddenly remembered something.
I'm about to go to Beijing, and I wonder if there really is a Red Star Steel Mill, Nanluoguxiang, or the Chef Shazhu in the Siheyuan?
She even experienced time travel, and she felt that the world was so wonderful and everything was possible.
I have traveled through time and have been to Shanghai, but this is my first time back in Beijing, and I can't help but have some wild thoughts.
After everyone had eaten, they cleaned up their food. People at this time were very clean after eating. Nothing was left in the lunch boxes, and all the soup was eaten up by using steamed buns.
Shunxi had already sat in the passenger seat to continue resting. He had taken a nap when he parked the car just now, but after all, he had been driving from morning until after one o'clock, so it was time to change shifts.
Lian Xiaomin continued on the road driving the jeep.
It was getting dark early at this time. At five o'clock, it was already dark. With the guidance of Mr. Qian, the car finally arrived near Yaojia Village in Bazhou.
"I've been here once in a truck, and yes, it's here. The entrance to the village is just ahead."
Uncle Qian carefully identified the road and directed the car to be parked deep in a woods.
Everyone got out of the car. There were military coats in the trunk. When Mr. Qian and Xiao Si were caught, they were wearing very little, so each of them put one on.
The two suitcases were taken out during the lunch break and have been packed.
Mr. Qian originally wanted to give most of the gold bars and cash to Lin Zi, and keep a small portion for himself and his three servants, just enough for daily use. However, she refused.
The calculation should be done as it should be. The account books are all there, and the distribution should be made in the right amount. He only took the money from the recent sales, and did not take any of Qian Ye’s previous savings.
And there should be some of the guys' money mixed in there as well.
Lian Xiaomin only took out her twenty gold bars and some old items that people had exchanged for her, put them in a backpack, and continued to put it on the car, actually storing the contents into the space.
The rest were Mr. Qian’s and their belongings and miscellaneous items.
The old man had also saved up a considerable amount of property, so when Xiaomin took it out from the police station's safekeeping room, he must have known the amount.
There were more than ten large yellow croakers, more than 30,000 yuan in cash, and some of his personal collection items, which were quite messy.
Cash takes up a lot of space. Thirty thousand Datong notes would need thirty bundles. Two suitcases are just right for carrying them. They can carry them with them.
There was also a 20-kilogram bag of flour, a 30-kilogram bag of rice, and 10 kilograms of oranges in the car.
Take all these with you. It’s New Year’s Day, so don’t go to someone’s house empty-handed.
Shunan and Xiaosi carried food, while Qianye and Shunxi carried boxes.
Lian Xiaomin didn't carry anything. She had a black down jacket in the car, which she wore outside, and she only carried a cross-body cloth bag to carry some necessities.
Everyone followed Master Qian and took a small path outside the village directly to the foot of the mountain, where the hunter Ge Pengwu's family lived.
Mr. Qian walked to a courtyard gate with ease and knocked on it.
After a while, a man came out of the room with a loud voice and asked, "Who is it?" and came to open the door.
As soon as he opened the gate, he was stunned, and then he was overjoyed: "Brother, why is it you? Come in! Have you eaten? Oh, you are still traveling so far during the New Year?"
"Pengwu, I brought a few people with me. What's the matter?" Grandpa Qian grabbed his good brother's arm.
"Hurry, everyone, come in! I'm the only one at home, and I'm not good at cooking. How about I go to the village and call my son and daughter-in-law to come and prepare some good food..."
Everyone followed into the yard, and Lian Xiaomin thought of her own home, which was also the only one at the foot of the mountain.
But it can't be compared with others. This place is much more spacious, with four rooms in a row, and it is farther away from the village.
Looking at Ge Pengwu again, he is about five or six years younger than Mr. Qian, about forty-seven or forty-eight years old, of medium build and not tall, but with a pair of sharp eyes.
He is neat and tidy, looks like a straightforward person and speaks openly.
He invited everyone to the most spacious main room and was about to put on his fur coat and call someone to cook when Mr. Qian stopped him.
"You still remember this kid Xiao Si, right? Let him do it. His skills are good enough. Don't bother Da Ping and Er Ping."
Xiao Si came over quickly and put all the food he had brought with him into the kitchen.
"Uncle Ge, you are still in good health. I wish you a happy new year~"
The other person patted his shoulder and said, "Good boy, Silong, you were only 11 that year, and you are almost 20 this year, right? There are two pheasants I shot in the kitchen, why don't you stew them?"
Xiao Si's full name is Han Silong. He said, "Yes, I am nineteen this year, twenty in lunar age. OK, I will go cook, you guys chat first."
Shunxi also greeted Ge Pengwu as if they were old acquaintances, and introduced his elder brother Shunan.
Master Qian introduced Lin Zi to his old brothers again, but before they came, they had already agreed to say that he was Master Qian's friend named Xiao Wen, and not reveal anything else.
The kang in the main room is very large and is kept very clean and tidy.
Shunan also went to help Xiaosi cook, and everyone else got on the kang.
Ge Pengwu took out some tea leaves, used a few enamel pots to make tea for everyone, and sat cross-legged on the kang to chat.
Listening to their reminiscing and stories, Lian Xiaomin realized that this man and Mr. Qian had a life-long friendship.
More than 20 years ago, Ge Pengwu followed Mr. Qian and traveled around the world. He went to many places in the turbulent times, worked as a bodyguard to escort goods, and also traded some goods to make a living.
Later, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the remnants of bandits in the mountains in some areas caused chaos and unrest.
Once, he was alone and was captured by bandits.
Mr. Qian brought some people to rescue him and even took a bullet from a bandit on his calf for him. Fortunately, he didn't suffer any serious illness afterwards.
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