Chapter 39: Arrangement
Qi Moxuan's ancestors had all lived in Dongping County, and he was very familiar with every aspect of the county. When he heard that Cui Qingyi was looking for some craftsmen to do some work, he personally took the people back to his own home, and then asked his wife to take the people to his father-in-law's house.
Qi Moxuan's wife's surname is Fan. His father and brothers are both house builders, and the craft is passed down from their ancestors.
Although Madam Fan didn't show up in public to manage her own bookshop, she was aware of everything that happened there. She and Qi Moxuan had been married for eight years and their relationship had always been good. Qi Moxuan would not hide anything from her.
Previously, Qixing Shuzhai was opened opposite Moxiangzhai, which took away a lot of her business. Her husband was so worried that he couldn't even eat during those days.
Later, she said she had met a noble person who was willing to sell her books at Moxiangzhai, and her business had finally recovered. Although this noble person was a young woman, Madam Fan did not think much of it and was instead very grateful.
Now seeing Qi Moxuan bringing a girl back and asking her to take her to find work for her brothers from her mother's family, Madam Fan had a big smile on her face.
She was so happy that Qi Moxuan thought of helping her brothers from her mother's side.
Qi Moxuan thought more about it. When he visited the Cui family before, he found that there were only two girls in the Cui family. It would be inconvenient for him to interact with Cui Qingyi in the future. If his wife could make friends with these two people in the Cui family, they could visit each other as relatives and friends in the future, which would also be beneficial to the cooperation between him and Cui Qingyi.
Besides, his wife is a sensible person and won't be jealous for no reason, so he doesn't have to worry about her offending others for some unfounded reasons.
After handing the man over to his wife, Qi Moxuan felt relieved and continued to return to the bookstore. His recent collaboration with Cui Qingyi had given him a sudden boost of inspiration, and he had come up with a few more ideas to improve the bookstore's business, which he was anxious to research.
Mrs. Fan enthusiastically took Konjac's hand and heard her say that her daughter wanted to build a brick bed or something. She didn't understand what it was, so she simply took everyone back to her parents' home.
The Fan family did not live in the city, so Mrs. Fan hired a car and took her people out of the city and headed straight to her parents' home.
Mrs. Fan was sorting out the vegetables stored for the winter at home. When she saw the girl coming back in a hurry with someone behind her, she guessed what was going on.
Over the years, her daughter and her husband have introduced many businesses to the family.
Mrs. Fan was very enthusiastic, and even Konjac was a little uncomfortable with her enthusiasm. She had been with the girl since she was a child, and she had rarely met such people around her.
Mrs. Fan was afraid that my mother would be frightened, so she quickly pulled me aside and said something serious: "Mom, they want to find my father to build a kang for the house. Can you find my father and see if he can do it?"
Old Lady Fan hurriedly asked her eldest grandson to go find someone. Winter was approaching, and there were not many people building houses, and there was no work to be done in the fields.
The old man took his two sons to the dock to do odd jobs to earn some money to supplement the family income.
Father Fan came back very quickly.
After introducing each other and without much greeting, Konjac handed over the sketch that Cui Qingyi had drawn last night.
Father Fan knew that this man was introduced by his uncle, so he took him seriously and looked at the drawings carefully. He was an old craftsman who had built houses for decades and had rich experience.
After studying it for a while, I knew what this kang was.
"It can be built. The most important thing about this thing is the load-bearing capacity and the flue. It's the same principle as when we build a kitchen in a house."
When Konjac heard that what this person said was the same as what the girl said last night, he felt that they were not much different.
After agreeing on a time, Mrs. Fan will bring Old Man Fan and two brothers to the house tomorrow, and Konjac will go back.
Mrs. Fan wanted to keep her meal, but Konjac refused: "Don't bother, our daughter is waiting at home."
Madam Fan knew what was going on with the Cui family. She thought that the person from the Cui family might still be waiting for someone to go back and serve him, so she didn't insist on keeping him for dinner and drove the carriage back.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of Huaihua Lane. Mrs. Fan acquainted herself with the entrance and said she would come back tomorrow, then left.
Unlike what Mrs. Fan thought, Cui Qingyi was not still at home waiting for Konjac to serve her. She and Konjac lived alone. Although Konjac was still responsible for most of the cooking and cleaning, Cui Qingyi was not idle when she had to do the work.
In October, Dongping County is covered with heavy frost, and when you wake up in the morning, it is often so foggy that you can't see the sun.
Cui Qingyi was afraid of the cold, so she simply lit the stove in the morning, chopped half of the chicken she bought yesterday, and put it on the stove to stew soup. She waited until the chicken was soft and boneless, and when the chicken soup was thick, she started to knead the dough and make noodles.
Cui Qingyi was from the north in her previous life. The most common dish at home was hand-rolled noodles, so she learned the skill of making noodles.
Wait for the konjac to come in, add the thinly cut noodles into chicken soup, take them out when they boil, add some chopped green onions, and it will be very delicious without any other seasoning.
Konjac took a mouthful of chicken noodle soup, and it was so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue: "Woo woo, girl, the noodles you made are so delicious. I'll have another mouthful of the soup to warm me up."
When Cui Qingyi first started cooking, Konjac was very scared, thinking that the girl disliked her because she didn't cook well. But after waiting for many times, Konjac gradually got used to it. Moreover, some of the food Cui Qingyi cooked was even better than the ones cooked by the chefs of the Cui and Chen families.
Just like this bowl of chicken noodle soup, it looks simple, but the noodles made by the girl are chewy and smooth, and it is even more delicious when paired with a small piece of pickled vegetables.
Cui Qingyi was eating noodles and drinking chicken soup. She felt that the reason why the chicken soup noodles were so delicious was partly because her noodles were well made, but the biggest reason was that the chicken here was good.
Without those high-tech ripening methods, the old hens bought here are real hens that are one or two years old, and the chicken soup simmered over low heat is naturally not bad.
The two of them finished a large can of chicken soup over a charcoal fire, then collapsed on a chair, holding their stomachs. Wangcai lay at their feet, picking up large chicken bones and gnawing on them.
Konjac sighed, "Girl, our lives are so comfortable now."
Cui Qingyi nodded. Who said it wasn’t?
Even in her previous life, Cui Qingyi would not have dared to say that she could live the life she has now. She has a lot of money in her hands, and there is a business that keeps bringing in money. She does not have to work like a slave every day. Even if a god came, she would not change her life for this one.
When the weather gets cold, people feel tired. Simply put, they feel sleepy after eating.
After waiting to go back to the house and have a good nap, the two of them slowly went to the back room to clean up.
Cui Qingyi and Konjac didn't bring much belongings when they came here, so the back room has been empty.
The reason why Cui Qingyi wanted to build a kang here was that this house was close to the backyard, which made it convenient to build a chimney. She and Konjac would heat the kang in this house and spend the winter there.
When the weather gets warmer, I'll go back to live in the front without delaying anything.
By the time they had cleaned the back room, it was already dark. They heated up the leftover chicken from lunch on the konjac stove, ate a little, and then went to bed.
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