"Shopkeeper..."
"Um?"
"I've thought about it. If you really want to come back, then come back."
"What, have you figured it out?"
“Yes,” Li Yali nodded, leaning on the railing, “It’s better for the family to be together than anything else. Money can never be earned enough, and children can’t be without their father. Look how happy Fangwa has been these days.”
Wang Tianxiao nodded, "I think so too. It shows that we have the same idea. We're not family, we'll not enter the same door."
"Pfft," Li Yali laughed, "Where do you get so many witty remarks? You've got them all lined up so well, are you trying to be a stand-up comedian?"
"Don't worry, even if I'm telling a joke, I'll only be telling it to you."
"Pooh."
Li Yali blushed and turned back to pack her things.
She was happy to see baby formula, but surprised to see clothes for a little boy. Why did her husband assume it had to be a boy?
Maybe he really wanted a son.
She couldn't help but touch her belly and silently prayed, "Buddha, please bless me to give birth to a son."
Wang Tianxiao was very efficient. He talked to his wife while working without slowing down, and soon the buns were in the steamer.
They started by pulling the bellows to start the fire.
In those days, people didn't have electricity, so they didn't have blowers; they used hand-operated bellows.
In some places, people burn wood directly without bellows, which would be wasteful of wood. Bellows, on the other hand, bring in more oxygen, resulting in more complete combustion.
"Huh, what's this?"
The wife pulled a radio out of her bag, looking quite curious. This kind of thing was basically obsolete in later generations, but in this era it was a trendy and desirable item. Because it was relatively expensive, most people couldn't afford it.
Wang Tianxiao glanced at the steamer and, thinking it was about time, used the lull between steaming the buns to teach his wife how to use the radio.
When she heard the sound coming from inside, her wife was very happy. She turned the channel changer to a channel that was playing music and started listening to the songs.
"My home is on the Loess Plateau, where strong winds blow across the slopes..."
Just then, a folk song was playing on the radio, and she immediately started humming along. Although her voice was sweet and gentle and she couldn't quite capture the heroic spirit of the song, it had a unique charm.
This radio is powered by batteries, and Wang Tianxiao bought ten at once to ensure his wife could use it for a long time.
The two were conducting their research when Wang Fang joined them and soon became part of the research team.
Seeing his wife and daughters having fun, Wang Tianxiao went back to start the fire.
The steamed buns at home are large, so they need to be steamed twice, taking about 20 minutes to cook through.
As steam filled the room, the aroma of steamed buns filled the air.
He sat in the stove, looking at his wife and children with their smiling faces, feeling incredibly happy, so happy that his eyes welled up with tears.
While waiting for the buns to come out of the steamer, Wang Tianxiao wrapped some garlic and made garlic juice, which he would then pour into the buns. The aroma would be absolutely irresistible.
It's so beautiful.
In Longdong, kitchens are all connected by a stove and a kang (heated brick bed), with two pots, one large and one small, connected to the stove.
The heat flows away through the chimney and passes right over the heated brick bed, which is considered a secondary use of energy.
A large pot is simply called a large pot. It is generally used to cook staple foods, such as steaming buns, heating buns, and making noodles.
The smaller pot is called the back pot, and it is generally used as an auxiliary pot.
For example, while steaming buns in a large pot, you can cook porridge in a smaller pot.
Using the same amount of calories to accomplish two tasks.
Once the steamed buns are cooked, the porridge will be ready too.
As soon as the steamed buns came out of the pot, they immediately caught Wang Fang's attention. She leaned on the railing and happily shouted, "Meat buns, meat buns, I want to eat meat buns!"
"Yes, I guarantee my child will have enough to eat."
Wang Tianxiao happily brought out the steamed buns; there were forty or fifty buns in two layers, enough to eat.
He put four in a large bowl and sent them to his mother and younger sister. The fifth and sixth brothers had gone to earn work points, so he left two for each of them to eat when they came back.
As for the families of the third and fourth sons who had started their own families, he didn't stand on ceremony.
Who cares about them?
Although I feel sorry for my three nieces and nephews, what can I do when their parents have problems?
Once I move out, I won't have to think about this every day anymore.
After finishing his meal, Wang Tianxiao heated the kang (a traditional heated brick bed) and went to bed early to rest.
I need to get up early tomorrow to travel, so I must get plenty of rest and ensure I have enough energy.
Before going to sleep, Li Yali asked him if selling rabbits could really bring in so much money to buy so many things at once, but he covered it up with some old story.
His wife is honest and trusting, and if she accidentally lets something slip, and everyone does the same thing, he won't be able to earn his own money.
In reality, his money-making model is very simple; almost anyone can do it. Once the experience and secrets are revealed, there's nothing difficult about it.
Perhaps he will eventually prosper through his rebirth experience and vision, and be able to help the villagers in the surrounding area gradually become rich, but that's a matter for later.
During the initial stage of capital accumulation, he deeply understood a fundamental principle: to make money, you must minimize competitors. Once many competitors appear in the same field, it will inevitably reduce the extent of his accumulation and slow down his progress.
He knew that people are greedy, and sometimes good intentions can backfire. Without absolute certainty, one should first protect one's own interests.
If you lose yourself, what else is there to talk about? It's just wishful thinking.
The next morning, as soon as the rooster crowed, Wang Tianxiao got up from the warm kang (a heated brick bed) and helped his wife put some leaves inside to keep the kang warm for most of the day.
Everything was prepared last night; all I had to do was tie it to the back of the car seat.
Li Yali got up to see him off, but he refused. He kissed his daughter's soft, sweet face, and then, taking advantage of his wife's momentary lapse in attention, kissed her on the cheek before leaving the house amidst her shyness.
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