Just as the mother-in-law was about to say something, Xu Ningjun punched her arm and said, "As a mother, you actually let your child get scalded. What are you doing?"
Her fists rained down on her mother-in-law, who was stunned. Then she realized what was happening and held her head in her hands, crying out in pain, "You, what are you doing!"
Xu Ningjun used his hands and feet to vent his hatred for Guo Xian's family.
"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, ouch, it hurts!"
Hu Dafeng was furious. "Useless old thing, you keep complaining about pain every day. It hurts, it hurts, it won't hurt when you die!"
Cooking is something that should be done by women. As soon as he came back, his mother lay on the bed like a dead pig, saying that she had a headache and back pain, so he had no choice but to cook.
"Son? You, what did you say? I raised so many sons of yours, and you actually..."
Seeing the dog-eat-dog situation, Xu Ningjun pulled Qian Cuicui out of the house and said, "Sister Cuicui, I have something else to do. I have to go back home first. If they dare to hit you, call the police. This is not the old society anymore. The police will support you."
Qian Cuicui smiled bitterly. This was a family matter and they had no right to interfere.
Besides, it would be so embarrassing to tell others about it. She wanted to save face and didn't want to tell others.
Looking at Xu Ningjun is like looking at my former self, how energetic he was when he went to the countryside, but now he is trapped here, wasting the rest of his life.
"I'm sorry, sister. I made you laugh at me. I haven't had my meal yet. If you have any problems next time, please come to me."
"good."
Before the death, Hu Xiaoshan ran out and said, "You are so beautiful! I want to marry you!"
Xu Ningjun: How can you repay kindness with enmity?
"Don't talk nonsense."
Qian Cuicui embarrassedly grabbed her son and insisted on giving Xu Ningjun a handful of dates and walnuts.
After thanking her repeatedly, he let her go back home.
When they got back to the educated youth camp, Xu Ningjun sat down on the bed exhausted. Wu Xiaohua came running in and said, "You're finally back. Look, I picked a lot."
"You're so stupid."
Between tiredness and money, Xu Ningjun chose the money and got up to go to the fire room.
Wu Xiaohua followed curiously, "Ningning, even the idiot in the village knows this doesn't taste good."
The plums on the plum tree in the mountains are so sour that no one eats them.
Why did Ningning let her pick plums? Was Ningning already hungry and needed to eat these?
"I know."
Xu Ningjun knew, of course, that she was planning to make jam and sell it on the black market.
This jam is a rare commodity and is sold at a high price.
If her materials don't cost money, she can save a lot of money, sell them at a much lower price, and seize the market.
In the previous life, when he was hanging out with Qi Yuanshan, Qi Yuanshan knew a big brother who took them to the black market.
So she had a general idea of where the black market was and how it operated.
Wash all the plums, peel them one by one, and crush them with a spoon.
Leaving a little pulp will make the taste richer, so she didn't grind it very finely.
After crushing everything, she poured it into a large pot and simmered it slowly.
Pour in a handful of sugar and stir with a spoon.
After a while, a sweet smell came from the fire room, and Wu Xiaohua swallowed it.
There was a sour taste in her back teeth. The taste was both sweet and sour, making her drool.
She didn't expect that Ningning could do this with these unwanted sour plums. She looked at Xu Ningjun with even more admiration.
After boiling for more than half an hour, the jam gradually took shape and became sticky. Xu Ningjun leaned in to smell it and it seemed to be almost done.
"Xiaohua, try it. How does it taste?"
He scooped a spoonful for Wu Xiaohua, who gobbled it up and smiled, "It's sweet."
"Of course it's sweet, silly."
Xu Ningjun put all the jams from the pot into lunch boxes and placed them in a cool place.
It’s a pity that she doesn’t have small jars to pack them separately, which might be inconvenient to sell.
Wait until you make your first pot of gold, then buy a small jar, take your time and don’t be in a hurry.
The next morning, just after daybreak, Xu Ningjun carried his lunch box in a basket and headed to the county town.
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