Nowadays, the food is cooked in different ways every day, but it’s always the same.
It just so happened that there wasn't much rice wine left from what Mrs. Qiu had made a few days ago, so we could just eat it today.
Qiu Yuling first kneaded the dough, then went to the backyard to pick a handful of small garlic, chopped it up, added water, and cut the garlic stalks into finger-joint lengths, which she would use for cooking later.
I washed five green peppers, cut them into pepper rings, and prepared minced garlic, etc., then started the fire.
The dish was stir-fried in no time and served, and she kneaded the dough again.
After a while, the starch water was ready and the side dishes were fried. Originally, it was better to make shaved noodles with starch water, but after trying, she found that she didn't know how to make them, so she changed to making scissors noodles. She washed the scissors that Qiu's mother used for needlework, thought about it, put them aside, and exchanged for a clean new pair of scissors from the space.
After trying it, she found that the dough was just the right hardness and softness and was very easy to cut. So she cut the dough into a large bamboo winnowing basket in advance, sprinkled some jade flour on it to prevent it from sticking, and then covered it with cotton cloth used for rising the dough. She could then put it into the water and cook it directly when the workers came home from work.
More than half a month passed like this. Finally, Qiu Yuling was back to school. Her attitude was as positive as ever. She plunged into the ocean of learning. Qiu's mother was very pleased. She thought that letting her daughter go to school was the right decision.
Looking at her daughter, whether it is her learning attitude or her learning results, she is far ahead of others around her. Everyone jokes that her family is going to have a female top student.
Even the kids in the team who are older than her don't know as much knowledge from books as her daughter.
If Qiu Yuling's study only looks hard, then Qiu Dashu is working hard with all his might.
His grades are getting better and better. The teacher has talked to him and hopes that he can continue to work hard. His chances of passing the exam that year are very high.
He had no time to go home, so Qiu Dashan was responsible for delivering his brother's rations to school. If he didn't hand in the rations, he would have nothing to eat. Qiu Yuling went there during off-peak hours and brought him a bag of milk powder and a can of malted milk.
Everyone in the family knew that she was selling the licorice, Cynomorium songaricum, Cistanche deserticola and other things she had saved up every few days, and she had plenty of banknotes in her hands. As for where the banknotes came from, Qiu's mother asked many times, but Qiu Yuling remained silent again and again.
We talked her out of it, coaxed her, and even scared her with cases of speculation, but she still did her own thing.
Mother Qiu was afraid that she would do something wrong, and observing that she did nothing out of the ordinary, she asked the principal. It turned out that the girl never skipped classes on school days, and she would always come back home after school and work when she was supposed to. At most, she would go to Chaigang, Yancao Lake, or Jiantan.
When he came back, he sometimes brought some pheasants and rabbits, and sometimes brought some of what she called herbs. Anyway, he was still the good boy. After a while, Mother Qiu just gave up on him.
There was only one thing that Li Qingmei had repeatedly warned her against, explicitly forbidding her from committing crimes. If she did, she would sacrifice her own family for the sake of justice and take care of the evil herself.
Qiu Yuling: ...She also wants to come in step by step. This is not about growing smarter or taller. By the time she grows up and can understand the whole story, it will be many years later, and the opportunity will be gone.
Therefore, she still does her own thing. After all, she has a connection, money and tickets, so no one can catch her committing crimes or engaging in profiteering.
What Mother Qiu told her two sons were the tickets that she had found ways to exchange, and as for the money, it was actually earned by their sister herself. She told them firstly not to waste it outside, and secondly to remember their sister's kindness.
The youngest one worries the most and is no less useful than the others. She deserves to be the emperor in this family!
It was just over October, but the mornings and evenings were already cold. Qiu Yuling dragged a large package back from the post office and asked her half-day intern Qiu Dashan to carry it home.
Li Qingmei was shocked when she opened it after work in the evening.
A sack of cotton that is packed tightly must weigh hundreds of pounds, right?
"Yuling, tell me the truth, where did these come from?" Li Qingmei was so scared that she lowered her voice but it still had a sharp edge.
"Connections, am I going out for fun? I go everywhere with my thoughts in mind. Just follow me and enjoy the good life in the future!" No matter how much she asked, she couldn't get any more information out.
Li Qingmei didn't believe her at all. She was just a nobody and didn't have any connections. Her connections were enough to get her hundreds of kilograms of cotton. She was just trying to fool people.
"I told you not to be afraid!" Qiu Yuling lowered her voice and whispered to Li Qingmei that it was the old immortal who transformed it for her.
Li Qingmei moved the head that was close to her ear and pretending to be mysterious away without thinking.
She would rather believe the suspicious connection than this one. She dared to talk nonsense. Why didn't the old immortal give her a gold nugget? He was so stingy and just gave her a bag of cotton. This immortal was not doing well either.
"Pack up and go to bed!" Li Qingmei thought to herself, how can the family repay the kindness of this bag of cotton? Let's go to bed first. Tomorrow I will go to the cellar to dig some out and see if I can ask my daughter to send it to someone else. Reciprocity is the long-term solution.
Qiu Yuling rolled her eyes and walked away leisurely. See, no one believed her when she told the truth. They were just waiting for her to make up a lie.
If she had just admitted that she had gained the money through speculation and received a beating, the matter would have been over.
With cotton, at least this winter we won't be so strapped for cash. And our eldest son's wedding house will be more respectable.
Buy two new quilts for the new house, tear up the clumping cotton wool at home and sew it into mattresses, then sew a new quilt for each person, and refurbish the cotton jackets and trousers, and make new ones for those that can't be refurbished...
Li Qingmei was thinking about something in her mind and fell asleep unknowingly. Her dreams were all good things...A burst of laughter startled Qiu Jianshe so much that his hair stood on end.
"Wake up, old woman! You're having a nightmare. Turn over." Li Qingmei's mouth was about to burst open. She slapped the disturbing hand away, turned over, and went back to sleep. But the dream could not continue...
The next afternoon, when I came back from work, Qiu Yuling was standing on tiptoe to make lard with fat.
"You're courting death! You're only ten years old, why are you always messing around with all this?" Where did the pork fat come from? Li Qingmei's anger shot straight up from her chest. She was already impressed by this girl. She kept bringing things home every day. Wasn't this something she should be worried about?
Is she short of food or clothes? How can she be so bold? Now she doesn't even have an excuse to fool her.
She didn't even think about what would happen if she, a nobody, was bullied by those who made money illegally.
Tsk, now people don’t mention age in lunar calendar anymore, so the age has been reduced again.
"I've already bought it and the meat is in the pot. Are you going to scoop it out and throw it away?" Qiu Yuling shrank her head and asked while dodging.
It would have been fine if she hadn't retorted, but once she did, Li Qingmei got even angrier. She turned around and found a rolling pin, but it was too thick, so she put it back and spun it around twice. She picked up a firewood stick, weighed it, and it was still thick, so she threw it away and scooped up a red willow branch from the firewood on the ground...
"I'll make you fumble around every day..." One ran in front, the other chased behind, and Wan Jin was mixed in the chaos.
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