Aunt Yumei said raising chickens was profitable. A large hen could be sold at the food factory for three yuan. That was a lot of money, and his New Year's money totaled only five cents, not enough to buy a chicken drumstick...
"Mom asks you, what is the purpose of raising chickens and ducks?" Cheng Zhenzhu stopped cutting meat and asked the little kids with a smile.
"Eat!" The smart Peng Yitiao blurted out.
"Eat meat and eggs." Peng Ertiao gave the details.
"Rou Rou~" The three eyes triggered by the keyword sparkled.
"That's right, it's for food." Cheng Zhenzhu pursed her lips and smiled, "But we have food to eat."
Peng Ertiao nodded blankly. It seemed like that. He had just eaten a big duck the day before yesterday. It was plump and had some soft and chewy yam stewed in it. It was delicious... "So you're not going to raise chickens?"
"If we don't raise one, it will poop everywhere and easily attract fleas...so let's not spend these two cents for now." Cheng Zhenzhu analyzed the pros and cons.
In fact, it is mainly a disadvantage, because she only sees the advantage of laying eggs.
Peng Ertiao nodded like pounding garlic and said, "I won't keep it anymore." He didn't want to step on chicken poop everywhere, nor did he want to be bitten by fleas.
"Well! I won't spend two cents and I won't buy chicken." The eldest brother Peng Yitiao's expression was more serious than ever. "Mom, I will eat less rice and vegetables from now on!"
He saw his mother counting money yesterday while holding Liu Tiao. Eighteen yuan and sixty-three cents—that's all the money their family has now...
Grandma Xiuhua always said that the little brats were eating their fathers out of money. It turned out to be true. There were four little brats in their family. They always ate the best food and ate a lot, so they ate their parents out of money.
Cheng Zhenzhu was slightly stunned. She pulled the suddenly worried boy closer to her and said, "Don't eat less. We can eat as much as we can. Mom will make sure it's enough."
"But mom, we spend all our money on delicious food every day." Peng Yitiao said seriously.
All the money? No money left at home? Peng Ertiao's eyes widened, and then he said firmly, "Mom, I'll eat less too!"
It must be because they were too good at eating and spent all their money... Peng Ertiao frowned, realizing the seriousness of the situation.
"Money... gone?" Peng San Tiao had no idea what money meant. But seeing his two brothers frowning, he also frowned a little and reached out to his mother for a hug.
"San Tiao has a small belly, so he doesn't eat much..." San Tiao pinched his belly and said to his mother.
Cheng Zhenzhu looked at the three worried teenagers and couldn't help laughing. "Who told you your family has no money?"
Three look at two, two look at one.
"Mom, don't lie to us, I know everything. We only have 18.63 yuan in our house now, and we spent it all on those delicious foods." Peng Yitiao knew that all the delicious foods had to be exchanged for money, and tickets were required, otherwise how could there be so many delicious foods at home?
I didn't expect Yitiao to count all the money in the house down to the cent. I think I saw her sorting the money yesterday...
Yesterday, on a whim, she sorted out the money. After deducting the money she had spent, she still had a huge sum of 1,368.63 yuan in her home.
The 1,200 yuan from Liu Tiao was the bulk of the money, and the original body had saved some. The last time I came back, my parents gave me 50 yuan, and the rest was the monthly allowance of 8 yuan, so, "Don't worry, our family has money."
One of them didn't believe it and just thought his mother was comforting them.
Cheng Zhenzhu smiled and calculated for the children, "Our family gets eight yuan in subsidies every month. Meat is 72 cents a pound. If we eat meat, we can buy at least ten pounds of meat.
Eggs are 68 cents a pound, so you can buy 10 pounds of eggs, which means there are more than 80 eggs. If you want to eat them, you can eat them every day..."
10 pounds of meat and 80 eggs seem like a lot...but something seems wrong. Peng Yitiao and Peng Ertiao raised their heads and opened their mouths, their eyes half understanding and half confused.
Peng Sandiao nestled in his mother's arms and counted on his fingers, but still had no idea.
"We now drink porridge in the morning, fry meat every two days, eat only one egg out of six a day, and usually eat fish and shrimp, which don't cost much. If you really calculate it, our family doesn't spend much money in a month..." Cheng Zhenzhu continued to deceive half-truthfully.
"But mother," Peng Yitiao pointed at the several large strips of meat in the basin, "mother, there is a lot of meat here."
Peng Ertiao ran to look at the calendar board, then counted on his fingers, "Mom, only eight days have passed this month."
"Then our family can't eat meat this month." Peng Yitiao concluded with a look of regret on his face.
Cheng Zhenzhu laughed. These two little guys were being surprisingly clever today. "We'll make sausages out of these. We'll be able to eat them next month and the month after that. If you want some meat, you can move next month's stock over here."
"Okay! Then we'll eat sausage and meat every month." Peng Ertiao grinned.
The ham slices are soft and fragrant, and they are most delicious when fried with eggs.
Peng Yitiao thought for a moment, then nodded, remembering the delicious taste of the ham sausage. "Then I'll eat less meat next month."
Cheng Zhenzhu saw that she had been fooled and continued to make sausages.
She had corn starch, thirteen spices, sugar, and pepper ready. She didn't have red yeast rice powder, but she did have dark soy sauce, which she could use as a substitute for coloring.
After cutting several pounds of meat, Cheng Zhenzhu chopped it again, then avoided a few little kids and put the minced meat into the blender in the space and blended it into meat paste.
After the meat paste is mixed, you can add seasonings such as minced ginger, chopped green onion, and thirteen spices.
When Peng Yitiao and his brothers saw their mother busying herself, they rushed to watch and wanted to help.
Cheng Zhenzhu prepared the starch paste, put gloves on the little kids, and gave them the opportunity to help.
Peng Sandiao looked at the big and fun thing on his hand, feeling both curious and happy.
"Mom pours the starch paste. Can you help me mix it evenly? Like this." Cheng Zhenzhu demonstrated to the little kids.
"Okay." The three brothers climbed onto a chair each and imitated their mother in grabbing the meat paste, each one working harder than the other.
After Cheng Zhenzhu poured the starch paste, she let the kids continue to play, then went to get the tinfoil. She didn't have any sausage casings, so she thought she could cut some tinfoil and wrap it in it.
After the unremitting efforts of several little kids, the meat paste has been stirred into a very thick and uniform consistency. Cheng Zhenzhu puts the meat paste into a piping bag, then squeezes it onto tin foil, rolls it up and ties it tightly.
Peng Yitiao was very nimble and could do it after watching it twice. He could do it very quickly. Peng Ertiao and Peng Santiao also gradually got the hang of it.
"It looks good, in three strips." Peng Sandiao patted the round and even long strips he had rolled, feeling very satisfied.
"San Tiao, you're too slow." Peng Yi Tiao looked at the 30 or so rolled sausages in front of him and felt satisfied.
"Ugly~" Peng Sandiao glanced at the ugly patch in front of his big brother and continued to roll his own slowly.
"What's so ugly about it?" Peng Yitiao protested. He thought it was curled well.
Er Tiao looked at the big piece of rice he had rolled and grinned. It was fast and good, and he was the one who had to look up to him.
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