When the people chatting in the yard heard the voices of Chen Erlaizi and the others, Sun Zhaodi put down her work and ran to the door to take a look.
Watching them leave, Sun Zhaodi teased, "Hey, Lai Zi, did you get your marriage certificate back? When are you going to have your wedding banquet? I'm waiting to drink in your wedding wine!"
When Chen Erlaizi heard them being called a couple, he laughed and replied.
"It will be soon, in the next few days, sister-in-law, please come over early to help!"
Sun Zhaodi agreed, "Yes, I will definitely go home to help early in the morning."
While they were talking, Zhang Yan had already left.
Sun Zhaodi saw her leaving twisting her body and said to Chen Erlaizi with a smile.
"Go back quickly! Your wife has left."
Chen Erlaizi turned around and saw Zhang Yan leaving, so he chased after her.
"Hey, Yan Zi, wait for me."
Only after everyone had left did Sun Zhaodi go back to continue her work.
Zhang Yan had already moved into Chen Erlaizi's house last night, so of course she was going to Chen's house when she came back.
She did something like this, and she wouldn't be happy living there unless she moved out of the educated youth compound.
When Mrs. Chen came home after feeding the pigs, she saw two people coming back with big and small bags.
As soon as he entered the door, he started cursing, saying that his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose.
"Lazy bitch, no matter how much money you have, it's not enough for you to spend."
Zhang Yan didn't expect that the old lady Chen's previous amiable behavior was all a lie.
Her current behavior shows that she has finally stopped pretending.
Chen Erlaizi said to his mother, "This money was given by my eldest sister. She asked me to buy some delicious food for my wife."
Old Mrs. Chen looked at so many things and knew she would have to buy more if she finished eating.
Then he softened his tone and said, "You don't have a cabinet in your room. If you put the food there, you might get eaten by rats. Put it in the cabinet in my room. When you need food, just come and get it."
Her meaning was obvious, so Zhang Yan refused to let her keep it. If that were the case, how much would she be able to eat?
She looked at the man beside her with anger. What would he do at this moment?
Chen Erlaizi chuckled, "Swallow, listen to our mother. If it gets eaten by rats, it will be ruined. Let our mother keep it."
At that time, people had nothing to eat, so where would there be any rats? In the past few years when there was no food to eat, the rats and birds underground had already been caught and eaten.
Zhang Yan was not stupid. She knew that Old Lady Chen might be afraid that she would finish eating, so she wanted to take it away from her.
This package contained two feet of cloth that Chen Erlaizi had torn for her, half a pound of sugar, half a pound of biscuits, as well as peanuts and melon seeds.
She usually craved these things, and now that she was pregnant, she was even more reluctant to give them to Old Lady Chen.
Meeting the gaze of Old Lady Chen, Zhang Yan glared at Chen Erlaizi again, and then left only a packet of biscuits.
She knew that if she left all these things behind, they would definitely not be safe, so it would be better for her to keep them and ask Chen Erlaizi to take them when the time comes.
Chen Erlaizi pretended to give the rest to his mother.
Old Mrs. Chen took the thing, held it in her arms, and asked her son in a bad mood.
"Laizi, where's the remaining money? Give it to me."
Chen Erlaizi took out the remaining five dollars and gave it to his mother.
His sister gave him ten yuan, which he used to buy cloth and these foods, leaving him with five yuan and fifty cents. When he came back, he spent another fifty cents to buy a few steamed buns.
They had eaten the steamed buns on the way.
Chen Erlaizi laughed and said, "My sister said that she would come back after I get married in a few days."
Old Mrs. Chen looked at Zhang Yan and didn't ask about her fifty yuan. She would let her use it as a subsidy when the banquet was held.
If you don’t have vegetables to buy food at that time, it will probably cost a lot of money.
All the food was taken away by Old Lady Chen, and Zhang Yan went back to her room angrily.
Old Mrs. Chen angrily said to her son, "Look at her. She doesn't even call her mother when she comes home. Who is she showing her anger to?"
Chen Erlaizi still knows what is important now. No matter how the two of them quarrel, it is not as important as the baby in her belly.
He said, "Mom, just let her go. What if she gets angry and affects the baby in your belly?"
Old Mrs. Chen snorted softly. If she hadn't been pregnant with their child, she would have slapped her long ago.
At Zhou Xiuying's house, after the malt is washed and ground into pulp, so so many people are not needed.
Only Jiang Baige, Sun Zhaodi, and Zhou Xiuying's sister, Zhou Guihua, are left. This needs to be kept secret for the time being, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.
Sun Zhaodi is known for her loud mouth and voice, but she knows very well what is important and what is not, so Zhou Xiuying is very confident in keeping her.
People like Li Xiaobao's mother Hongxiu cannot be entrusted with important matters. If something goes wrong, she will just tell you off, wash her voice clean, and go to the fields.
As the village chief's wife, Zhou Xiuying is quite good at judging people. She can see clearly what kind of people they are.
I spent the whole morning washing the malt and grinding the malt mash. The malt mash in the big pot has just boiled.
There was nothing for Jiang Baige to do for the time being, so I went home to copy the method of making malt sugar.
The books in the space were all printed in later generations. She didn't dare to hand the books to the village chief. Now was the time to focus on production, and many books had been recalled in the past two years.
She suddenly came up with a book. If someone asked her where the book came from, what would she say?
This book also contains many other production methods, such as tofu, konjac, medicine, etc.
There are also many recipes for delicious food, but when others ask her about it, she can't figure out any of them.
She is still in a state of development now. If so many methods are given to her at once, it will probably be of no use now.
Even if there is a way, there are not so many materials.
She kept it for herself, maybe it would be useful for something else later.
In the afternoon, Jiang Baige came back from recording work points and went to the village chief's house.
She only gives advice and doesn't want to do anything. Compared to doing physical work, she still prefers recording work points the most.
Seeing her come in, Zhou Xiuying said, "Comrade Jiang, come over and take a look. How long will it take? It's been cooking for a long time."
Jiang Baige went over and took a look into the pot. It was quite watery.
She said, "The book says it has to start bubbling in the pot. That's not enough time yet. Keep adding more wood."
Sun Zhaodi, who was adding firewood, was sweating profusely. When she heard that more firewood was needed, she continued to work.
There are two big pots on the Chen family's stove, both full of wheat mash, and now only half a pot of yellow soup is left.
Zhou Xiuying and the others didn't understand what they were doing, but they still insisted on doing it.
On the ground behind the stove, there are several large basins of wheat milk water waiting to be boiled.
If all of this is cooked into malt sugar, it might take until midnight.
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