Chapter 258 Making Honeycomb Briquettes
Qin Xiao also clapped his hands and laughed: "You deserve it!"
"Let them scheme against Jiang Jun and suffer the consequences. God will not let bad people off. They are so shameless that they schemed against a young man for a pair of sluts."
"This is good. Jiang Lian is going to be a living widow for a while. Hahahaha."
Qin Xiao also laughed and shrank his neck: "Compared to that, being a little tired is nothing."
Jiang Wanwan: "So you should just go home and sleep, and have a good relationship with Brother Hanzhang until he calms down."
Qin Xiao was also worried: "I'm not afraid of what he says, I'm just afraid that he will be like a living mute and say nothing."
As winter approached, the days were getting shorter and shorter, and it was getting dark around five or six in the afternoon. Qin Xiao didn't want to go home to see the big block of ice, so he left.
Before leaving, he also took six salted duck eggs that Shen Xingjiang had pickled for two months, ten salted chicken eggs, and about ten pickled garlics.
Holding the heavy food in his arms, Qin Xiao felt a little comforted.
The evening sky was gray with a hint of dark blue, and was covered with a layer of cold mist.
Jiang Wanwan put on a scarf, loaded half a basket of wood from the warehouse, lit the fire wall before cooking, and stuffed a few pieces of wood into it to let it burn slowly.
There is a fire wall between the kitchen and the rooms inside the house. When the fire wall burns, the room becomes warm.
Shen Xingjiang has been busy with training tasks recently, so Jiang Wanwan stewed sauerkraut and vermicelli. Seeing that he hadn't come back, she kept the food warm in the rice pot, went back to the room, turned on the light, and took the book to recite.
It was almost nine o'clock when Shen Xingjiang came back from outside. He was wearing a long army green cotton-padded jacket, with a chill on his body, and holding a post office package in his hand.
Shen Xingjiang put the package on the table: “It was mailed from Beijing.”
Jiang Wanwan put down the book and said, "I asked Grandpa Jiu for the recipe for braised pork with soy sauce a few days ago, and he said he had sent me something."
Shen Xingjiang found a pair of scissors and opened the package.
The parcel contained several oil paper bags of different sizes. Two of the oil paper bags were covered with convenient bags. Through the convenient bags, one could see that the oil paper bags inside were soaked with oil. No idea what was inside them.
On top of the package was an envelope half a finger thick.
Jiang Wanwan poured the contents of the envelope onto the table. There were more than four hundred yuan, a dozen national food coupons, cloth coupons, industrial coupons, and a letter.
Jiang Wanwan sorted out the money and took out five yuan to give to Shen Xingjiang: "Tomorrow is the day to give you your monthly pocket money. I made a lot this month, so I'll give you five more yuan."
Shen Xingjiang took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.
After thinking for a while, he reached out to Jiang Wanwan: "Give me another ten dollars."
Jiang Wanwan frowned: "What's wrong with you, young man? You can't even spend five dollars normally."
With such a big appetite, it’ll cost fifteen yuan.
"Tell me the truth, what are you going to do with the money?"
Shen Xingjiang never hides things from her: "The leader asked me to hang out with Cheng Du more often, give him some gifts, and put pressure on him to let him recognize me as a member of the Cheng family. It would be best if he could give me some of the family property. If possible, try to get him to deal with Gao Shulan before the New Year and let him recognize me as a member of the Cheng family."
There are some things that you don't have when you are born, and you won't get them when you die.
He wants to be in a high position and needs to make choices when necessary.
Jiang Beiwang's death was full of mysteries. He now felt that Song Xiangwu was not normal. Could little Jiang Lian and Jiang Nancheng turn the Jiang family upside down?
Shen Xingjiang didn’t quite believe it.
There is also no answer to why his mother, Zhu Puran, took him away in the first place.
In Sijiu City, he hasn’t even seen the tip of the iceberg, and he can’t wait any longer.
Jiang Wanwan took out ten yuan and gave it to him: "If it's not enough, you can tell me."
Shen Xingjiang put the money away and went to set the table and serve the meal.
Jiang Wanwan opened the letter.
Jiu Ye first asked her whether her marriage was harmonious, and then asked her whether she got along well with her parents-in-law. At the end, he mentioned Taoist Priest Li, saying that Taoist Priest Li had been looking for the northwest from Yunnan, but had not found him yet. He asked her to wait patiently and not to be impulsive, and that everything should wait until the fate was completely resolved before doing anything.
Jiang Wanwan put the letter away and put it in the drawer.
Shen Xingjiang couldn't read, so she put the letter in the drawer, not afraid of him reading it.
The remaining package contained a portion of Aiwowo and beef tongue biscuits, all of which looked authentic and were made by a master craftsman.
Wrapped in plastic bags were bacon, smoked bamboo shoots, dried fish, and a can of tofu mixed with chili peppers.
Shen Xingjiang put all the food on the table, came in and called Jiang Wanwan, looked at the tofu in the square glass jar in her hand, but didn't recognize what it was.
“Is this fermented bean curd?”
Why add chili pepper?
Jiang Wanwan looked at the "tofu" in her hand, her mouth watering and her eyes sparkling. The little foodie Jiang Wanwan could no longer hide her saliva.
"It's not fermented bean curd, it's fermented tofu."
She shook the tofu jar in her hand: "This is moldy tofu, it's available in Jiangxi and Hunan, the taste is slightly different."
Shen Xingjiang had never eaten it, so he couldn't imagine what it tasted like.
"Where is this from?"
Jiang Wanwan: "It's from Hunan. Open it and put it in the bowl with clean chopsticks. Don't let your saliva get on it, otherwise it will go bad."
She loves to eat fermented tofu. She has tried both the ones from Jiangxi and Hunan and loves them both.
"I don't know where Jiu Ye got these from. I'll fry the bacon for your birthday. There's also some dried fish. I'll fry them with chili peppers and they'll go well with rice."
Jiang Wanwan tied the bag tightly and went to eat with him.
Shen Xingjiang unscrewed the sealed can bottle easily.
There was only a loud 'bang'.
The lid opens and the spicy pickled aroma emanates from the bottle.
This bottle of tofu should be made by a farmer. The tofu had broken into pieces during the bumpy ride. Jiang Wanwan tasted a little bit of it with rice. Hmm, it didn't affect the taste at all.
Shen Xingjiang also tried to eat some: "It goes well with rice."
He didn't eat any vegetables, but just had a bowl of rice with fermented tofu.
It was a bit salty after eating too much, so he ate the second bowl with sauerkraut.
When sleeping, Shen Xingjiang held Jiang Wanwan in his arms and lay on the bed.
I added firewood to the fire wall before going to bed. It’s not that cold, nor is it hot. I can bear it for now. But when winter really comes, I will definitely be frozen to death.
"I take time to build a stove at the end of my bed. There are many coal mines in Inner Mongolia, so I collect some coal slag and make some coal cakes myself. In winter, I burn the coal cakes for two hours at night. When I seal the stove, it can keep me warm for most of the night."
As he spoke, he squeezed Jiang Wanwan's hand, obviously already worried about whether her hands would be cold in the winter.
Honeycomb coal is expensive, and city dwellers burn more of it. If you can make coal cakes yourself, you can save more than half the money.
Jiang Wanwan was impressed by Shen Xingjiang's cleverness: "Before doing it, ask Brother Dazhu and Brother Erzhu. If they are willing to pay for it, take them with you to do it."
Shen Xingjiang hummed.
"You can also ask your ninth grandfather if he wants it. If he needs it, I can put it on a freight train and send it to him after I'm done. You can ask him to find a cart and secretly take it back home."
The man mentioned this casually.
Jiang Wanwan lay with her back to him, and like a nimble little fish she turned over and hugged him: "Will this cause you any trouble?"
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