Yang Donghu laughed out loud at Zhao Luochuan's words. He raised his hand and punched him on the chest. When he spoke again, the unhappiness in his tone had mostly dissipated: "What nonsense! When did I ever teach you a lesson?"
"Hey, wasn't that what I meant about the future?" Zhao Luochuan was so focused on coaxing her husband that he didn't even bother to change his clothes. He pulled her to sit on the bed and whispered, "I know you're thinking of me at home, and you don't feel tired even when you're climbing the mountain. It's also my fault for not thinking carefully. It would have been fine if we weren't married before, but now that you have a husband and he's not home all day, it's not nice to not take care of you."
He thought for a moment and continued, "I'll discuss this with Brother Fang Yu. This time, we'll be back in seven or eight days. It'll be the same from now on. At most, we'll have to make a few more trips. The longest time won't exceed fifteen days. Is that okay?"
Seven or eight days is not long, nor is it too tiring. It is much better than waiting for a month. This is the best of both worlds. Yang Donghu smiled, leaned his head lightly on Zhao Luochuan's chest, and hummed softly.
It didn't take long for them to change their clothes. The two of them were content with being intimate for a moment. Zhao Fangchu's shouting voice had already been heard outside, and the people in the room did not delay any longer. They changed their clothes in a hurry and went out.
It is not difficult to make peach blossom cakes. Even though Zhao Fangchu doesn’t often go into the kitchen, he can make it easily.
The skin of peach blossom cake should be divided into two parts, one part is added with water and lard, and the other part is only added with water.
Yang Donghu only taught Zhao Fangchu how to knead the water-oil dough once, and he learned it quite well. Yang Donghu watched him for a while, and when he didn't see Zhao Fangchu make any mistakes, he went on to knead his own portion with confidence.
Yang Donghu thought that the cakes he brought last time could be sold for three days, but the waiter said that they were almost sold out in just a day and a half. If he wanted to sell them for three days, he would have to use twice as much ingredients.
Kneading dough is a tiring job, and this time the quantity was large, so it took the two of them half an hour just to divide the dough.
The flour in the noodle jar is almost empty. I have to go to town to buy some more tomorrow.
After all the dough was kneaded and set aside to rise, Yang Donghu also took out the peach blossoms and divided them into small portions to make the filling.
Zhao Fangchu's waist ached from being tired after standing for a while. Yang Donghu understood that he had never done heavy work and let him rest on a stool beside him.
Zhao Fangchu took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off the two of them, and then he found an old fan from somewhere, sat down some distance away from Yang Donghu, and fanned him to cool him down.
The windows in the kitchen were sealed with something during the winter. It was cold and gloomy for the past few days and I didn't bother to take them down. It was only after the weather cleared up in the past two days that I felt the warmth.
The room was not ventilated at the moment, and it didn't feel very cool even with the door open.
"Divide the filling quickly, it will be done in a moment. Don't fan me, my hands are sore. The dough needs a while to rise. After you divide the filling, we can go sit in the yard and cool off." Yang Donghu's men moved quickly and divided most of the filling in a moment.
"Okay." Zhao Fangchu agreed, but his hands did not stop fanning himself.
After about a quarter of an hour, the two of them prepared all the materials and hurriedly moved their stools to the yard. They felt better when the cold wind outside blew.
Last time, Yang Donghu didn’t make many cakes, so he thought it was okay. This time, the work to do suddenly increased, and Yang Donghu felt too tired to bear it.
He slowly massaged his back, and seeing Zhao Fangchu slumped on the stool, shaking his arms, he couldn't help but laugh: "You must be exhausted."
“Peach blossom cakes are delicious, but they’re too complicated to make.”
"Yes, thanks to you for helping me today. Didn't we agree to hire you to help me last time? Since I'm hiring you, I must pay you. Even though we are family, we still have to settle accounts clearly, right?"
There weren't many girls and boys as old as Zhao Fangchu in the village who could afford money. Sometimes they would beg the elders for a few cents, but they would save it for a long time.
If you want to go to town to buy something, you have to save money for a long time before you can afford to go.
But even so, when she arrived in town, she was reluctant to buy anything. After buying a hairpin, she didn't care about the handkerchief. After buying a handkerchief, she had no money to buy cosmetics. She always had to worry for a long time before she was willing to take out the money.
Zhao Fangchu had more money in his hands than most of the guys in the village. Sometimes Zhao Fangyu would secretly give him some from time to time. When he went to the town to buy something nice and wanted to buy it, Yang Donghu would pay for it for him without any hesitation.
But these are all given by others, how can it be as joyful as spending money you earn yourself?
So when Yang Donghu mentioned the wages, Zhao Fangchu was so happy that his eyes narrowed into slits, and the smile on his face was sweeter than the peach honey in the house.
"Really! Brother Dong, you are so nice."
"Of course. I can't let you work for me for free, can I? Let's pay you by the day and then by the month, just like in town, twenty cents a day, how about that?"
Yang Donghu didn't know how much the wages were here, so he could only estimate a rough number. If he felt it was too little, he could always go up a bit.
Zhao Fangchu seemed startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's too much, too much. I don't work every day. I only work once every three days. How can I ask for money every day? Besides, twenty cents a day is considered a high wage in town. This won't do. It's too much."
"We pay monthly. We can't just charge 20 cents for three days. Besides, what we do is considered a craft, so the price will naturally be higher."
"That won't work either. My mother will scold me if she finds out. Otherwise, I'll just consider it as helping you and not bother with the wages."
Seeing that he refused to accept it, Yang Donghu had no choice but to lower the wages: "How about this, cut it in half, ten cents a day, and settle it at the end of the month, okay?"
Zhao Fangchu hesitated and did not agree, but Yang Donghu clapped his hands and finalized the matter.
The temptation of three hundred wen a month was too great for Zhao Fangchu. He didn't want to refuse from the bottom of his heart. After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly agreed.
Three hundred coins were enough for her to buy a new hairpin every month. She could then buy the butterfly-shaped hairpin with tassels that she had been longing for for a long time. She could also buy some cosmetics. The cosmetics shop in town had just launched a new type of rouge cream that made her face as pink as peach blossoms in March when applied on it. Zhao Fangchu had been longing for it for a long time.
Not only that, he tilted his head and was so absorbed in thinking that he even went to town to buy many bowls of ice cream to satisfy his craving.
Before the money even arrived, Zhao Fangchu had already figured out where to spend it. He was still young and had no intention of saving money, so the money he got was not even worth keeping.
The two were talking animatedly in the house. When Zhu Cuilan returned home, she found no one there. She immediately guessed that Zhao Fangchu couldn't stay at home and must be in Yang Donghu's courtyard.
"What are you two talking about? You look so happy." Zhu Cuilan walked straight into the yard, holding a small bag of roasted beans in her hand.
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