◎Industrial Volume◎
When Jiang Erjie saw her husband coming back holding his waist, she hurried over to help him.
"What happened? Why did you come back injured after going out?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it. As soon as he mentioned it, Jiang Er's brother-in-law thought that it was Jiang Erjie who complained to the family, which was why he was in this situation. He turned around to avoid Jiang Erjie's outstretched hand and was about to curse.
Thinking of Brother Jiang's warning just now, the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth finally changed: "Okay, I just fell down accidentally. Is there any food at home? I'm hungry."
"Ah? Didn't you eat outside?" Jiang Erjie thought that he had eaten outside with his elder brother and younger brothers, so she didn't leave any food for him.
"Is there any food left?" Nothing had gone well on this unlucky day, and his tone was full of impatience.
"Oh, yes, yes, wait a minute." Jiang Erjie reacted and immediately went to the kitchen to prepare some noodles for him.
"Hmph." Brother-in-law Jiang looked at his second sister's leaving back, his eyes filled with hatred.
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On the other hand, after Jiang Che separated from Brother Jiang, he couldn't wait to go home and share the whole process of his beating with his wife, especially the description of the miserable look of Jiang's second brother-in-law after being beaten. The excitement was comparable to the movie Wei Xuan watched in her previous life.
Having let out a sigh of relief, he felt refreshed and was so happy that he ate an extra bowl of rice in the evening and successfully filled himself up.
What else could Wei Xuan do? She had to make him a bowl of hawthorn water.
"Here, it's a digestive aid. Drink it slowly."
Jiang Che was in a good mood. He leaned back in his chair, rubbed his stomach with one hand, and took the hawthorn water brought by his wife with the other hand and drank it in small sips, enjoying it very much.
After finishing a bowl, I still felt a little unsatisfied. Not to mention that the sour hawthorn tastes really good when soaked in water.
Wei Xuan saw his intention and said, "That's enough. If you drink any more, you'll feel full again."
Jiang Che smacked his lips, then recalled something and said, "Wife, didn't you say last time that you wanted to make hawthorn cake? When are you going to make it?"
"Humph." I don't know who said last time that hawthorn has no other taste except sour, and even questioned whether she could really make delicious pastries with hawthorn!
But now is not the time to worry about this. Wei Xuan really needs something to make hawthorn cake.
"Fish bladder?"
Wei Xuan nodded: "Yes, it's Fish Bubble."
"Do I need this to make hawthorn cake?" Jiang Che was puzzled. He always felt that his wife's requests were getting stranger and stranger.
"It's okay without it, but the hawthorn cake will look better with it."
Jiang Che understood instantly that if the product looked good, the price would naturally go up.
So he patted his chest and promised: "Wife, I'll take care of this matter."
Early the next morning before dawn, he rode his bicycle to the market in a nearby town.
Those who come here to the market are all from the various villages below, and what they sell at the stalls are what's left after the production teams have completed their tasks for the commune. These things can be taken to the market and exchanged with other production teams for what they need.
Before Jiang Che started working, there was a period of time when he particularly loved to wander around with his friends. He remembered that there seemed to be a village nearby that had dug a fish pond and raised fish.
Sure enough, when he took a walk around the market, he saw an old man selling fish at a stall.
He walked forward and took a look: "Uncle, your fish is quite fresh."
"That's right. The fish in our village are just caught in the morning. They are very fresh. Young man, do you want to have one?"
Jiang Che looked at the time on his watch. It was getting late, so he didn't beat around the bush with the old man and directly stated his request: "Uncle, I don't want the fish for now, but I want fish bubbles. Do you have any? I'll pay for them."
"This..." The old man was confused by his request. It took him a long time to react and asked, "What do you want that thing for?" People in their village don't eat it. The young man was dressed neatly and didn't look like he couldn't afford to eat fish.
Section 25
Jiang Che didn't have time to explain, he just said: "Master, I definitely have my uses, just tell me whether I have them or not."
"Not now, if you want I can save it for you when I kill the fish."
Jiang Che thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you keep it for me. I'll come to pick it up at the same time tomorrow morning." Then he took out a dime from his pocket and handed it to the old man: "Keep this money first. If I have more tomorrow, I'll give you more."
The old man didn't expect that there would be money to be taken, and he happily promised: "Okay, I will definitely keep it all for you, just come and get it tomorrow."
After the work was done, Jiang Che did not stay any longer. He rode his bicycle back to the factory, but he was still caught by his leader for being late.
But he didn't take it too seriously. At most he was just scolded, which was not a big deal.
The next day, he was in a dilemma holding a bag of fish bubbles. The fish bubbles smelled bad, and he couldn't just keep them in the office.
After thinking it over, he decided to just hang the fish balls on his bicycle and pray silently in his heart that no one would be so cruel as to steal them.
Fortunately, maybe his prayers worked. When he went down to check at noon, the fish bubble was still hanging on the handlebars.
In order to avoid any unnecessary trouble, he did not even have time to eat and sent the fish bubbles back home.
When Wei Xuan came back from get off work in the afternoon, she saw a big bag of fish bubbles at the kitchen door. She was a little surprised to think that it must have been brought by Jiang Che. She originally thought that he would buy a few fish at most, but she didn't expect that he had the ability to buy fish bubbles for her directly, and bought so many at one time.
In this way, she can make more gelatin powder at one time, which will be convenient for her to use when making hawthorn cake or something else in the future.
Fish bubbles have a strong smell and need to be processed first before they can be used in pastries.
Wei Xuan found a large basin, poured all the fish soup into it, cleaned the surface and cut it with scissors, then put some white vinegar in the basin and soaked it for about half an hour to remove the fishy smell.
When Jiang Che returned home and saw fish bubbles soaking in a basin in the yard, he asked, "Wife, can these fish bubbles really be used to make hawthorn cakes?" He really couldn't imagine what it would taste like if the fish bubbles were mixed into the sweet cakes.
"You'll know once it's done. And I don't put much in there. It's mainly for shaping."
After dinner, Jiang Che went to take a shower, while Wei Xuan took out the fish soaked in vinegar and washed it several times.
When she felt it was almost done, she sniffed it again and found that there was no smell anymore. Then she neatly dried the fish on a winnowing basket. The weather was good now and it would be completely dry in a day or two.
Wait for the isinglass to dry completely and then grind it into powder. Add it to the hawthorn cake to help it take shape quickly.
In fact, you don’t have to add this step, but the surface of the hawthorn cake with added gelatin powder will be smoother and more chewy.
We wasted a few more days waiting for the gelatin powder, and by the time the hawthorn cake was finally made, it was already the end of June.
Wei Xuan handed the basket of hawthorn cake and nine-layer cake to Jiang Che, and said worriedly: "Remember to tell Brother Wu that pregnant women should not eat too much hawthorn cake."
"I know."
Watching Jiang Che's back as he walked away, Wei Xuan put aside her worries.
It is actually common sense that pregnant people cannot eat hawthorn, but she is not sure whether people nowadays know this common sense. After all, knowledge is spread too slowly nowadays.
But even if she knew, it would be nothing. She just said it in vain. The main reason was that the weather was getting hot, and hawthorn cake itself had the effect of strengthening the spleen and stimulating the appetite. She was afraid that if someone ate too much without knowing it, it would cause some bad consequences, and she would be committing a sin.
Jiang Che, who was delivering the goods, had no such worries at all. He did not think about how many people could afford to buy so many hawthorn cakes at once. Not to mention eating too much, it would be nice to have a piece to make your mouth sweet. But his wife was kind-hearted, so he did not argue with her!
The days passed by like flowing water, and the money in Jiang Che and Wei Xuan's small cash boxes was growing day by day.
Until this day, when Wei Xuan was trying to put the money in, she failed after trying twice and then realized that maybe they really needed to get a bigger box to hold the money.
"You're stupid, why don't I just take the money to the post office and change it into whole bills?"
Yes, Wei Xuan hadn't really remembered it, but she stared at the pile of money that filled half the kang and was troubled: "With so much money, how can you go to the post office to change it? People will definitely arrest you."
"Hehe," Jiang Che raised his eyebrows, "I have a clever plan. Don't worry about it. Count the money first. I haven't counted money for almost two months since the Dragon Boat Festival."
Wei Xuan also felt her hands itching, so she grabbed a handful of change and started counting.
"We all have so much money now?" Jiang Che sighed in disbelief after counting the money: "Wife, how about we buy an electric fan?"
"Okay, okay!" Wei Xuan just agreed, and then she thought of something and her mood dropped again: "But the electric fan needs a lot of industrial coils, do you have any?"
Jiang Che paused, then said, "I'll find a way." What's the point of making so much money if you can't use it?
Wei Xuan was curious: "Where can you get it?"
Jiang Che said, "You forgot. Our father must have it. Even if he doesn't, he can find it for us. We haven't been home for a long time. Let's go home for dinner tomorrow. Wife, remember to make more hawthorn cakes and bring them back for our parents to taste tomorrow."
Isn't this the legendary "no one goes to the temple for no reason"? Wei Xuan felt a little embarrassed: "We don't go back normally, but if we go back it's because something's happened. Isn't that bad?"
Jiang Che asked her: "Don't you want an electric fan?"
Well, she felt that she could be thicker-skinned.
Then, the next day, the two of them happily returned to the Jiang family with their things. In order to hide her guilty conscience, Wei Xuan not only brought the hawthorn cake she made herself, but also weighed a bag of candies from the supply and marketing cooperative.
The more gifts you give, the less blame you feel!
Jiang's father and mother were very happy to see the two of them return home, especially Jiang's mother, who complained while smiling, "You two kids, you didn't even tell us you were coming back. We didn't even prepare any good food at home."
"No, the food at home is already very good."
Jiang Che also said: "That's right, we are not guests who need to make special preparations. By the way, Mom and Dad, why are my brother and sister-in-law not at home?"
When this was mentioned, the expression on Jiang's mother's face faded a little: "Your eldest sister-in-law is not in good health. She said she was sick. The two of them took the children back to see her."
Wei Xuan was glad that her sister-in-law was not there, otherwise she would not be unhappy when she saw them asking her father-in-law for things.
After the family finished their meal, Wei Xuan went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.
Jiang Che did not stop her, knowing that his wife was too shy to ask her parents for anything, and he did not insist on having her present.
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