Chapter 108 Focus (Part 2)
In their previous life, they were in high positions and it was difficult for them to retire even if they wanted to.
In this life, even though they live in the countryside, they can live a stable and peaceful life.
Even if it is a little hard now, as long as you work hard, you will be able to have enough food and clothing.
She would work harder, earn more money, treat him better, and make up for the debt she owed in her previous life.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiluo instantly became excited.
Chopping stuffing is even faster.
“Chop, chop, chop…”
The movements of chopping stuffing on the chopping board are more rhythmic.
Mrs. Cui saw that the dough still needed to rise for another quarter of an hour, so she said, "Zhiluo, let me light the fire and boil the soybeans first."
Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, "Okay, but mother, put the soybeans in the pot and add a little salt to the water when boiling the beans."
Old Madam Cui nodded, added some salt as Jiang Zhiluo said, and then went to the yard to get firewood to make a fire and cook the soybeans.
Jiang Zhiluo chopped the meat and vegetables, put them in a bowl, and started to prepare the stuffing.
After the filling was prepared, Mrs. Cui had already boiled the pot.
Old Madam Cui could not help but sigh once more, "The villagers just don't know how useful a bellows is. You see, on ordinary days, it's impossible to boil the pot at this time of day. We still need to burn some firewood for a while. But with the bellows, the wind blows and soon, the pot boils."
Jiang Zhiluo knew that bellows were not a necessity for the villagers, so no one was willing to spend a hundred coins to buy one.
One hundred coins can indeed buy a lot of food.
Perhaps only when the villagers' conditions improve and they have enough food and clothing will they think about buying bellows.
But my parents can make malt sugar and weave straw sandals. When there is a market in Yangliu Village, my parents go to set up a stall to sell some things. Even if they only make a few dozen coins, it can supplement the family income and make our life better.
Besides, Dad sold six or seven bellows this time and made six or seven hundred coins, which is pretty good. We don’t have to live so tight anymore.
If she could find palm bark and bamboo, she would teach her father how to make straw raincoats and oil-paper umbrellas.
With the skill of making oil-paper umbrellas, my mother's family will have continuous income.
An oil-paper umbrella can be sold for two or three hundred coins.
Nowadays, skills are valuable and one can support a family with just one skill.
However, most villagers can do some carpentry and masonry work, and very few have other skills.
This craft is usually passed down from ancestors.
If you go to learn from others, there is almost no one to teach you.
Jiang Zhiluo suppressed her expression and said, "Mom, just put some firewood on the stove and let it burn on its own."
"Let's make the potcake first."
It was getting late, the sky was getting light, and the roosters in the village started crowing.
“Chuckle…”
“Woof woof…”
The crowing of roosters and the barking of dogs in the village interweave into a morning song.
The villagers would also get up one after another to make breakfast, working from sunrise to sunset, day after day.
Jiang Zhiluo felt that such noise was very down-to-earth.
Old Madam Cui quickly washed her hands and helped Jiang Zhiluo.
Mrs. Cui started rolling out the dough.
Seeing that Old Madam Cui was used to rolling the dough into a round shape, Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mom, let me roll one out for you to see."
As she spoke, Jiang Zhiluo rolled it into a long oval shape.
She knew that even if she said this, Mrs. Cui wouldn't understand, and it would be easier to understand if she saw the real thing.
"Okay, Mom can roll it."
Mrs. Cui took the rolling pin and started to work.
Jiang Zhiluo added the stuffing inside, then rolled it up from top to bottom and rolled it flat.
In fact, it would taste better if it had black sesame seeds.
But no one in the village grows black sesame seeds, so it would be a bit expensive to buy them.
Jiang Zhiluo thought about it and decided not to buy black sesame seeds. After all, black sesame seeds are not essential for making Guokui. Guokui will taste just as good without them.
After rolling it out, set it aside.
After everything is done, sprinkle some cornmeal on it and stack the pot cakes in a clean basket so that they will not stick together.
"We'll fry some of this in town. Let's fry some at home first."
Jiang Zhiluo thought of frying some at home first, and then going to the market. If it was cold, she would just heat it up in a pan.
There are also some that are only rolled and not fried, so they can be fried on the spot.
This will save you some time and you can have breakfast at home.
So, Mrs. Cui lit the fire while Jiang Zhiluo added oil to fry the pot cakes.
When both sides are cooked, a crispy and fragrant aroma spreads out.
Jiang Zhiluo heated up the chicken soup that she hadn't finished last night.
When it was time to eat, Jiang Zhiluo came into the room and called Cui Hejin to eat.
There was an exam in school yesterday and the students all wrote essays. Cui Hejin brought them back for correction.
He is rigorous in his studies and looks so focused when correcting papers that he seems to forget everything around him.
Jiang Zhiluo looked at his expression and almost couldn't bear to disturb him.
Cui Hejin seemed to sense something. He raised his eyes slightly, and when he saw Jiang Zhiluo, his lonely expression was tinged with gentleness.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Breakfast is ready. Come out and have breakfast first."
"good."
Cui Hejin put the articles away, then washed his hands and ate.
Jiang Zhiluo took a bite of the pot cake. It was crispy, sweet, and had the flavor of mushrooms and meat. She nodded secretly in her heart.
Mrs. Cui had never eaten such delicious food when she was in the capital.
Mrs. Cui's smile overflowed from her eyes at this moment, and she said happily: "Even if this pot cake is sold in the capital, it will be very popular."
"I've never eaten such delicious food in Beijing before."
Jiang Zhiluo knew that this was probably because the food culture was relatively backward.
This is probably because the seasonings were not as rich and varied as they are today.
When Jiang Zhiluo looked at Cui Hejin, Cui Hejin understood her expression and nodded, "It tastes great."
"That's good. I made a lot. Eat more."
Jiang Zhiluo found that no matter how much Cui Hejin ate, he always looked thin.
But when she had given him acupuncture before, she knew that he had a great figure.
Thinking of this, her face turned red, and she lowered her head to eat quietly.
After eating two pot cakes and drinking a bowl of chicken soup, Jiang Zhiluo felt her stomach warm and comfortable.
After eating, she opened the lid of the pot and looked at the soybeans. "The soybeans are cooked and can be taken out for fermentation."
Madam Cui asked, "Then should we throw away the soybean water?"
Jiang Zhiluo said: "These are also useful."
Old Madam Cui helped Jiang Zhiluo to fish out the soybeans and place them on a clean winnowing basket to ferment.
Then save the water used to cook the beans.
After everything was done, they went to the town, first delivered the braised food to Lin Zhuzhu's meat stall, and then went to the market.
Most people at the market were familiar with Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo.
When they saw them coming, they greeted them warmly.
"Hey, Sister Cui, Zhiluo, you haven't been here for several days. I thought you guys didn't set up the stall anymore."
Mrs. Cui smiled and responded, "How can that be? I have some things to do at home. If I don't delay it, my family still depends on this business to make a living."
"If you had told us earlier, we could have saved you a spot. Now, it's all gone."
Madam Cui knew that everyone was telling the truth, so she said gratefully, "Thank you first, Sister Lin. We don't know when we'll be done with our work and ready to set up a stall, so it's not a good idea to keep occupying the space. It's okay if someone takes over, as long as we're nearby."
Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo greeted everyone one by one.
They pushed a small food cart and walked through the market with some prepared pot cakes. Some people could smell the fragrance right away.
"Oh my, what delicious food have you made? Why does it smell so good?"
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