Watching Wen Yan struggling to carry in a bucket of sand and pouring it into the pot without thinking, Wen Yu closed his eyes.
As the firewood gradually burned, Wen Yan began to stir the sand with a shovel, heated the sand, and then buried the dough in it.
"What a waste!" Wen Li couldn't sit still any longer. "How can you, a spendthrift, waste food!"
Wen Yan quickly tried to dissuade him: "Mom, wait a minute. If I really waste food, you can beat me up however you want!"
Wen Lu, of course, didn't listen. Fortunately, Wen Yu saw the long-handled sickle leaning against the wall. He stood up and grabbed the old woman: "Wait a minute."
In fact, Wen Yan was not sure either. After all, this was the idea of the Ten Commander, and the Ten Commander was not reliable at all.
After a while, she tentatively used a shovel to turn over the sand in the pot, and pieces of dough came out. Wen Yan reached out to take them in surprise.
"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi didn't have time to stop him.
"It's so hot!" Wen Yan shook his hands, and the dough fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Wen Xu immediately stepped forward and picked it up carefully, with some disbelief in his eyes. He blew on it with his mouth and put a small piece into his mouth.
"Mmm! Delicious! Crispy! Come and try it, old woman!"
Wen Li was half-believing and half-doubting, so he took a piece and put it in his mouth: "Why does it feel bigger?"
"Noodles will expand when exposed to high temperatures... You won't understand even if I tell you more. Wait a minute." Wen Yan carefully took out the other noodles in the pot, blew away the sand on them, and sprinkled some coarse salt on them.
"Try it again."
"Hmm! It tastes even better!" Wen Xu was quite supportive. Wen Yan also picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, her face full of happiness. This was the first time she had eaten snacks in so long since she came here!
Although it is not even one-fifth the price of puffed food in my era, it is still rare.
Looking at the little girl eating snacks, Wen Yan had an idea: "Mom and Dad, I want to sell this at the market."
Wen Yu wanted to object, but Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay! Dad will go with you!"
Wen Yan calculated the cost: "I'm afraid I'll have to collect some broken wheat from the villagers." She paused, "One pound is ten cents. I'll make it and sell it for five cents per portion. One pound can make about five portions..."
Wen Li's eyes rolled. "So I can earn fifteen cents per pound? That's fine."
Fang Zhiyi watched them discussing and wanted to remind them that they did not count people and firewood, but after thinking about it, he decided to let her be.
Market day came in a blink of an eye. Wen Yan made a lot of "crispy rice blocks" that she invented a day in advance. Fortunately, she had the help of Wen Yu, otherwise her arm would have been disabled.
The two of them took a seat early, but not long after, an unpleasant voice came from beside them.
"Hey, who was that? No longer farming? Switching to business?"
Wen Yan rolled her eyes and turned to look at Sun Yuwei.
Sun Yuwei and her eldest son were pushing a newly made wooden cart. She glanced at the stall of the Wen family's daughter with disdain and curled her lips.
Wen Yu's face darkened as he wanted to change places, but Fang Zhiyi suddenly stopped him.
Wen Yan heard Fang Zhiyi pull Wen Yu back, she was also a little dissatisfied with this "fellow villager".
"I just wanted to try out what the 'truth' that Xiao Hei was talking about is."
In response to Sun Yuwei's proactive provocation, the Wen family's daughters remained silent. Fortunately, Wen Li was not there, otherwise the situation would have turned into a verbal fight before the business even opened.
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