Ning Jing couldn't bear to look at the children's craving for meat.
Then, realizing that he had been eating coarse grains for several days, he realized that he was actually craving them.
With a generous wave of his hand, he said, "I'll make bone broth tonight. Xiuhua, go and wash the pig lungs and liver clean."
Xiuchun, you and Tiedan go to the village mill and take all the corn grits from home to have them ground into a finer grind.
After saying that, he took out 10 cents from his pocket and handed it to Xiuchun.
If someone needs to use the mill in that village, they have to pay money.
This information came from a conversation I had with Wang Guihua along the way.
This corn grits have only been milled twice, so the grains are quite large.
Even after cooking for a long time, it might not be thoroughly cooked, and it will sting your throat when you eat it.
When Ning Jing received the corn grits, she had already decided to grind them all into cornmeal.
She estimated that she wouldn't get much corn grits, maybe only about 50 jin (25 catties), and that 1 mao (0.1 yuan) should be enough.
Normally in the village, who would be willing to spend money to grind the corn grits into a fine powder?
If corn grits are hard to cook, just cook them a little longer; they'll eventually become soft.
Once you eat corn grits and cornmeal, aren't they the same thing?
After all, if the corn grits are ground finely, the weight won't be much, and it's very likely that they will be much lighter.
Who would be willing to do something so expensive and pointless?
When Tan Dingguo heard his eldest son say that Ning Jing had called Tie Dan and Xiu Chun to borrow Zhao Dazhu's wheelbarrow to bring corn grits to be ground into cornmeal, he was stunned for a moment.
"Dad, this is a dime that Ningjing sent over through her child."
Tan Qingzhou handed over the one-cent coin in his hand.
"Alright, give the money to the accountant. What are you going to do with it?"
Tan Dingguo glared at his eldest son, then raised his pipe and took a big puff.
Then he slowly vomited it out.
It seems that Ning Jing went to town today.
Since they didn't come looking for him, it must be because they didn't find what they wanted.
Thinking of this, Tan Dingguo glanced in the direction of Fu Bingqiang's house.
That cunning old fox, who could be caught by Ning Jing so easily, wouldn't have been able to pretend to be a good person in the village for so many years.
Thinking back to the first time Hongxing sent money and tickets, it was a message he brought back.
No one knows what method Fu Bingqiang used to get Fu Binghui and his wife to agree to let him go to town to collect it on their behalf.
He's been in charge of this position for so many years.
Fu Binghui and his wife never complained, so as an outsider, he naturally couldn't say much.
As for whether the money and tickets had been given to Fu Binghui and his wife, Tan Dingguo couldn't say for sure.
Since Ning Jing has come to ask about this matter, at the very least, the money notes that Fu Hongxing sent back after Fu Binghui and his wife passed away should never have been given to Ning Jing.
Although it's only a little over a year, even if it's ten yuan a month, it would add up to 120 yuan a year!
Not to mention, there are tickets too!
The same question was asked of Xiuhua after Ningjing rinsed the washed bones and put them back into clean water to boil.
Xiuhua had previously said that the original owner had promised that the money sent back would be collected by her uncle's family and then stored at her uncle's house.
That could be because there were no elders in the family. But what about before?
The original owner's parents-in-law are still alive, even though Fu Hongxing left home to join the army for so long.
If the money and tickets sent back were not received by the parents-in-law, wouldn't they go and make a scene with Fu Hongxing's uncle?
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