Chapter 306 Ideas
Although there was little white flour in the pancakes, it was already considered very generous to give away grains made from white flour.
Deng Hong took the bowl, took out the cakes, and put a few pears in it.
"Take it back to your aunt."
Chen Shaohua politely said thank you.
After he left, Deng Hong turned around and went into the house, saying to Wu Jianying, "Song Lubai is quite generous."
Wu Jianying had heard his wife say many times that Song Lubai had the air of an "official's wife." She had joined the supply and marketing cooperative and even became the deputy leader of the vegetable planting team. She was quite good at causing trouble every day. Now, she had been flattered by a few pancakes.
Wu Jianying didn't say anything, but Deng Hong said, "Even Wei Yang knows to arrange a job for his wife. I also want to work. Can you help me see what I can do?"
Wu Jianying turned over and ignored her.
He knew his wife didn't want to go to work, but rather wanted to have some "presence" in the troupe, just like Wei Yang's wife.
She doesn't even realize that the regimental commander's wife used to work at the Shicheng Supply and Marketing Department.
Deng Hong put her hands on her hips and raised her voice: "Are you deaf?"
Wu Jianying turned around helplessly: "My salary is enough for my family to eat and drink. What are you trying to do? He's educated, do you?"
Deng Hong snorted, "These days, cultured people aren't valued. You can get things done just the same without any education."
Wu Jianying didn't want to pay attention to her, so she pretended not to hear it.
Deng Hong snorted in resentment.
Song Lubai, who has been wasting her days, now finds her biggest interest in making delicious food every day!
The small workshop can't be run anymore, and she really has nothing else to do.
After the family finished eating the potato pancakes, Wei Yang still hadn't returned home by 10 p.m.
Chen Yu's new face became the talk of the town among the neighbors.
After the neighbors learned that Wei Zhao was Chen Yu's stepmother, they didn't say anything to her face, but they couldn't help but gossip about it when they got home and closed their doors.
Wei Zhao had already experienced such gossip when she married Lao Chen, so what the people of the 16th Regiment said was no longer a big deal to her.
I picked a lot of mushrooms today. I'll set aside one for tomorrow's fresh stir-fry, and after discarding the parts with insects, I'll slice the rest and dry them in the yard.
Wei Yang didn't return from the city until midday the following day.
He couldn't buy a radio because the supply and marketing cooperative in the city didn't have any either. Besides bringing Song Lubai and her sister a bottle of face cream each, he also brought back two chicks from the chicken farm in the city.
The chicks are about the size of his two fists, and they're all males. They'll be ready to eat when they're ready for Chinese New Year.
The chicks raised this season won't lay eggs properly in winter. They'll start laying eggs efficiently when it gets warmer next year. Wei Yang bought these two chickens purely to slaughter and eat during the New Year.
The chicks didn't take up much space in the yard, but they would poop and pee everywhere, so Wei Yang thought he would wait until he got off work to fence off a small area to keep the chicks in.
When Song Lubai returned home in the afternoon, Wei Zhao had just filled the water tank with water along with the children.
"Wei Yang bought two roosters. If we want to eat eggs laid by our own family, we'll have to wait until next year."
After Song Lubai entered the courtyard, she saw the two chicks running around happily in the yard.
There was nothing on the ground in the yard, and the chicks scratched and pawed at the ground but couldn't find anything to eat.
She asked with a troubled expression, "What should we feed it?"
We can't afford to feed the chickens the grain we eat, and we don't have any wheat bran at home. What will we feed these tiny chickens if we bring them home?
Wei Zhao said, "Let Wei Yang handle what he brought back."
"I steamed the cornbread in the late afternoon, and there's also sweet potato tea in the pot. Why don't you stir-fry some mushrooms?"
The mushrooms that were cut in advance had turned black and looked poisonous.
Song Lubai brandished the spatula, looking towards the house. "She didn't come out today?"
Chen Yu and Song Lubai spent the afternoon outside yesterday, and today, apart from eating, they stayed indoors the whole time.
Wei Zhao frowned and said in a low voice, "I don't know what's wrong with her today? I thought she would be better after you took her out for an afternoon yesterday."
Who would have thought that they would revert to their old ways today?
Song Lubai felt that Chen Yu's unusual behavior today was related to what Zhao Dongmei had said yesterday.
As the two were talking, Wei Yang spilled some of the small bag of wheat bran he had bought from the pig farm onto the ground.
The chicks ate happily, and Wei Yang smacked them for a while before getting ready to mix mud to build a small courtyard wall.
Song Lubai said, "Let's eat first, then we'll get back to work."
Taking care of things at home can be addictive, and Wei Yang loves how the yard gets better and better under his care.
The dishes were all on the table, but Chen Yu still hadn't come out, so Song Lubai went to the door and knocked to call for him.
There was no sound from inside. Aunt Lu, who was cooking next door, said, "What's wrong with this girl? She stays cooped up inside all day and never goes out."
Song Lubai said, "Girls from big cities aren't used to this place yet, but they'll get used to it in a few days."
There was no movement inside, so Song Lubai simply stepped inside.
Aunt Lu glanced into the house a couple more times.
The room was already dimly lit, and in that dim light, Chen Yu was actually sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book.
Song Lubai felt that she wasn't reading, but rather daydreaming.
"Dinner's ready."
Chen Yu seemed not to hear.
Song Lubai ignored it and turned to leave the room.
Her patience was only out of respect for Wei Zhao; it was impossible for her to take meticulous care of someone she had never met before.
A plate of food was served, and only half of it was left. Wei Zhao said, "I'll scoop some out for her."
Wei Yang said, "You're not allowed to stay. If you don't come out to eat from now on, you'll go hungry."
Wei Zhao had no choice but to put the bowl back.
After finishing their meal, Wei Yang, while building the chicken coop, asked Song Lubai, "Director Liu said he wanted to pickle sauerkraut and set up a small workshop. Was that your idea?"
Song Lubai, who was washing clothes nearby, nodded and said, "What do you think?"
Wei Yang has thought about this problem.
This year, both the company and the regiment have planted a lot of vegetables, especially cabbage and radishes, in order to prevent food shortages.
He said, "It depends on whether we have any extra dishes. If we do, we can give it a try."
If it's profitable, we can expand the scale next year.
“We have a new political commissar in our regiment, surnamed Yu. He came with his wife and children and is staying in the same area as Wu Jianying’s house. From now on, you should get along more with Deng Hong and Yu Fu’s wife. Running a food workshop is a business activity. If you can keep them on good terms, there shouldn’t be any bad people around.”
Song Lubai straightened up and looked at him, thinking that his method was quite clever.
Wei Yang said, "Don't be too happy yet. There might not be much left over. If the food goes bad or the profits aren't high, we'll easily be criticized."
Song Lubai said, "I didn't plan anything this year, I just wanted to do some experiments. I'll be careful when I'm doing the trials to try to waste as little as possible."
She said, "Sweet potatoes have a high yield, but sweet potato starch is not cheap. Can our group make our own sweet potato starch?"
Wei Yang felt that she had a lot of ideas in her head.
She can still make things up in her head when there's enough food.
As the two were talking, they heard another argument breaking out over there.
Judging from the voices, it was Tang Xuewen and Miao Feng.
"Commander, Commander's wife, come quick! Tang Xuewen has gone mad."
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