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Chapter 544 Teaching

A sewing machine is not light, and it costs hundreds of dollars. But it is a precious thing, and even the slightest bump will make you feel distressed.

Yang Xun saw that Song Yunping and his wife had a lot of things on the cart, so he offered to help.

When he didn't want to get out of the car, Wang Zhong easily lifted the sewing machine, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, off the cart before Yang Xun came forward to lend a hand.

"Brother-in-law, you are so strong!" Yang Xunzhong and Wang Zhong gave a thumbs up and said with admiration.

Yang Xun has good endurance. After all, he has been selling steamed buns for many years and carrying a load weighing dozens of kilograms.

"Sister Xiaoping, brother-in-law, there's really no need, I've already eaten solid food!"

Facing the enthusiastic Wang Zhong and Song Yunping, Yang Xun smiled helplessly and wanted to refuse their kind invitation.

"It's just a mouthful of food. If you're really not hungry, then eat less! Just deal with two mouthfuls."

Wang Zhong was fine, but Song Yunping insisted on inviting Yang Xun to his house for a meal. Yang Xun was young, and the yellow hair on his lips had not faded. He clearly looked like a child, but he still carried twenty or thirty kilograms every day. He is selling steamed buns from all over the country. His skin is tanned and his ears are covered with frostbite. His exposed hands are not as tender as young people. They are as rough as those in their thirties and forties who have been engaged in heavy physical labor all year round. middle-aged man.

Yang Xun couldn't defeat Song Yunping, so he could only follow Wang Zhong and Song Yunping back home.

Aunt Liu looked inside again at the door, and sure enough she saw only the sewing machine table, but not the machine. However, Aunt Liu couldn't help but curiously walked in to take a closer look.

"Where is your sewing machine? Let us take a look?"

Yang Xun spread his hands and said helplessly: "But I know nothing except selling steamed buns."

"Aunt Liu, you are so well-informed. I just got home and you already knew!"

Wang Zhong stood up and opened the curtain of the west room: "Nuo, it's right over there."

Yang Xun nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Doctor Wang, do you plan to let your Xiaoping become a tailor?" Aunt Liu asked curiously.

"Yesterday?" Yang Xun was a little surprised. He thought Wang Zhong and Song Yunping had been married a long time ago.

Wang Zhong smiled mysteriously: "If you are really interested, you can come over and find out when the time comes."

"How to make money?" Yang Xun looked at Wang Zhong with doubts in his eyes.

Wang Zhong looked at Yang Xun's childish face and said, "If you believe me, come back in ten days and I will teach you a way to make money."

Yang Xun lowered his head, feeling a little embarrassed: "I can't help it. My family's conditions are not good. If I don't sell steamed buns, I won't be able to pay for the tuition of my younger brothers and sisters."

There was hot water in the thermos that Wang Zhong had just boiled in the morning. Wang Zhong made a pot of tea and came to Yang Xun.

In this day and age, a sewing machine is not a rare item in the city, but in the countryside, it is a real rarity.

"Doctor Wang, I heard that your family bought a sewing machine?"

Whenever the villagers have anything to mend at home, it is basically done by their own women with needlework.

Wang Zhong said: "It's such a winter, even if you wrap it in a quilt, within two hours, your steamed bun will be frozen to the bone."

"Hey! That's a sewing machine. The news has spread around you before you even join our team."

"Thank you, brother-in-law." Yang Xun was a little cautious. From the outside, Wang Zhong's house looked ordinary, no different from other houses in the brigade, but once inside, it looked completely different.

"What is that?" Yang Xun asked curiously.

After asking Wang Zhong for his opinion and getting permission, he carefully put his hand on the sewing machine.

"It's in the West Room. I just brought it back and haven't had time to pretend yet."

"You haven't thought of doing anything else?"

"Why are you still selling steamed buns in such a cold weather?" Wang Zhong asked.

"Does it cost a lot of money?" Aunt Liu asked again.

Wang Zhong said: "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to kill people and set fires."

"You sit down for a while, the food will be ready soon!" Song Yunping asked Wang Zhong to greet Yang Xun, and then turned around and entered the kitchen.

Wang Zhong's family was just behind the Song family. Such a big deal as Wang Zhong's purchase of a sewing machine had already spread throughout the Shanbei Brigade before he even entered the village, attracting countless people to watch.

Nowadays, everything needs a ticket. Sewing machines, bicycles, and watches are all expensive things. Bicycles are better. Secretary Yang of the brigade has one, but no one in the Shanbei brigade has a sewing machine or a watch.

"Brother-in-law, when did you and my sister get married? Why didn't I hear anyone tell you?" Yang Xun asked curiously.

"Brother-in-law, your house is really clean." Yang Xun took the initiative to pick up the topic.

"Drink tea."

Wang Zhong said: "It's all Xiaoping's credit."

Wang Zhongdao: "I received the certificate yesterday. I didn't do anything with it. I invited Secretary Yang to be the witness. Our two families sat together and had a meal."

Wang Dian nodded and said: "It's so cold now, so it's hard to sell your steamed buns!"

Wang Zhong said: "The price is not too expensive, but the ticket is difficult to get."

Yang Xun sighed and didn't hide it. He said bluntly: "It's really not easy to sell."

"Isn't it that Xiaoping's job has never been settled? I'm not willing to let her do the hard work in the fields. I'm thinking about buying a sewing machine so that she can do some sewing and mending work, and she can also earn a living. Subsidy to cover family expenses.”

"You haven't pretended yet?"

The floor is paved with red bricks, and there are two armchairs on each of the three walls. There is a high table in the middle. On the wall facing the door are several diagrams of human body meridians, anatomy, and whole body bones. Against the wall is a long table with tea trays and thermos bottles on it, which is clean and tidy.

As soon as the two of them sat down and exchanged a few words, a visitor came to see the sewing machine Wang Zhongxin bought.

Watching Song Yunping bring the fried dishes to the table, the couple followed Yang Xun to prepare for dinner, and the folks who came to see the sewing machine reluctantly said goodbye.

After dinner, Yang Xun also left, carrying his heavy pole, and embarked on the journey of selling steamed buns again.

Wang Zhong helped Song Yunping install the sewing machine in the West House, and helped Song Yunping cut the cloth he bought into appropriate sizes.

Seeing Wang Zhong's movements that were even more skillful than hers, Song Yunping asked curiously: "If I hadn't known you were a doctor and saw your skills, I would have definitely thought you were a tailor.

Wang Zhong said: "I have been here for so many years. If I still can't do this job, then all these years have been in vain."

Song Yunping stepped on the sewing machine and started sewing the cut cloth according to the pattern drawn by Wang Zhong, while Wang Zhong was processing the duck feathers saved at home.

These duck feathers have been saved by Wang Zhong for several years. They have been processed once, but if they want to be used, they are still undergoing final processing.

Cut off the excess part one by one and put the trimmed soft and fluffy duck feathers into a dustpan.

Song Yunping didn't ask Song's mother to help, she just wanted to wait until the clothes were ready before giving her parents a surprise.

Early the next morning, Wang Zhong and Song Yunping accompanied Song Yunping back home carrying two jars of medicinal wine that Wang Zhong brewed, half a piece of cloth, a piece of meat, a fish, and two new cotton-padded jackets that the couple worked together to make overnight as homecoming gifts. . "Why don't you just go back home? Why bring so many things? It's a waste of money!" Mother Song felt distressed when she saw the couple eating both fish and meat.

"Mom! These are Wang Zhong's wishes. He honors you and my father!" Song Yunping held her mother's hand with a bright smile on her face.

Song's mother was also a talkative person, but she thought it was a waste to buy so many things, so she just said a few words. With her temper, she couldn't bear to say a harsh word.

"You two, let's chat first, while Xiaoping and I go to cook."

There is also something special about returning home. Wang Zhong and Song Yunping brought so many good things, so the Song family cannot be stingy and must make a table of delicious food to entertain their daughter and son-in-law.

Mother Song's cooking was not as luxurious as Wang Zhong's, but today was different from usual. Today was the day when her daughter came home. Mother Song also gritted her teeth and stewed the fish Wang Zhong brought and cut the meat in half. strip.

Not long after, steaming meals were served on the dining table. The mother and daughter brought the bowls and chopsticks to greet Father Song and Wang Zhong to eat.

After dinner, Wang Zhong proposed that the two families eat together in the future. This was agreed upon before they got married. From now on, Wang Zhong and Song Yunping would support Song's father and mother Song until they die, allowing Song Yunhui to live in peace. Work hard outside with peace of mind.

It just so happened that Song's father also had good medical skills and was far more proficient in medicinal materials than Song Yunping, a dabbler, so he could help Wang Zhong tinker with medicinal materials and prepare medicine for the villagers who came to see a doctor.

Song Yunping's needlework was also taught by Song's mother step by step. Now that she has bought a sewing machine, the mother and daughter no longer have to squint and mend slowly under the oil lamp with needle and thread.

Taking advantage of the lack of work, the mother and daughter took apart all the old quilts at home that were no longer needed, washed the quilt covers, and took the clumped cotton to the town to have a cotton player play it through it before sewing it again. stand up.

This busy work lasted for seven or eight days, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day Wang Zhong had agreed with Yang Xun.

Early in the morning that day, Wang Zhong came back from morning exercises in the mountains. Song Yunping also prepared breakfast. As soon as the family of four finished eating, Yang Xun arrived carrying a load.

"sister!"

"Uncle Song, Aunt Song!"

"Brother-in-law!"

Yang Xun is a sweet-talking person. As soon as he walked in, he greeted everyone with a smile on his face.

"Yang Xun is here!" Song Yunping saw that it was Yang Xun and greeted him enthusiastically to come in.

"Come, drink tea!" Mother Song brought Yang Xun a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.

It's not a good tea, it just tastes like tea.

"Thank you Aunt Song."

"It's quite on time." Wang Zhong said to Yang Xun.

Yang Xun said with a smile: "I got up early in the morning before dawn, ate two steamed buns and rushed here, for fear of wasting time."

Wang Zhong said: "Okay! You can help me later."

Yang Xun asked curiously: "Brother-in-law, what skills do you want to teach me?"

Wang Zhong said: "Have you ever heard of exchanging chicken feathers for candy?"

"Exchanging chicken feathers for candy?" Yang Xun's eyes lit up: "I heard there seem to be a lot of people doing this in Yiwu."

Wang Zhongdao: "Exchanging chicken feathers for sugar is just a general term. Sugar is just like the steamed buns you sell. They are both hard currency. The key point is that the sugar does not look like steamed buns after boiling it. Even if it is left for a long time and hardens when cooled, the taste will not be the same." Get worse."

Yang Xun looked at Wang Zhong expectantly: "Brother-in-law, can you make sweets?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "It's not about making sugar, it's about boiling sugar."

"Boil sugar?" Yang Xun murmured doubtfully.

Wang Zhong said: "Come with me and you will know."

After saying this, Wang Zhong stood up first, followed closely by Yang Xun.

Wang Zhong led Yang Xun out of the door and walked forward, but did not enter his own kitchen. Instead, he walked to Song Yunping's house in front and got into the kitchen of Song Yunping's house.

Song Yunping's house is an old three-heyuan house, surrounded by a courtyard wall. As long as the door is closed, the outside world can't see what is going on inside.

In the kitchen and yard, Wang Zhong had prepared the materials and tools that needed to be prepared in advance.

Wang Zhong demonstrated each step, and then let Yang Xun start by himself, while he stood aside to give guidance and correct Yang Xun's mistakes.

Boiling sugar is a technical job, time-consuming and labor-intensive. It is true that not everyone can do it. Although Yang Xun is not tall and not very strong, he is smart in his bones. He is also willing to study and know how to think, rather than simply Take pictures of cats and tigers.

For most of the day, looking at the bubbling sugar liquid in the pot, the smile on Yang Xun's face became brighter and brighter.

"Brother Wang Zhong, is this done?" Yang Xun stirred with a wooden shovel and raised his head excitedly to ask Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong said: "It still needs some heat, the color needs to be boiled into amber!"

"The temperature at which the sugar is boiled is also very important. Whether the fire is too high or too low, it will affect the quality of the sugar. It must be just right, so that the sugar will have the brightest color and the best taste."

When the heat was almost done, Wang Zhong demonstrated once, and then taught Yang Xun step by step how to take the sugar liquid out of the pot and pour it into the mold prepared in advance to cool.

Putting the grinding tool filled with sugar liquid under the eaves and waiting to dry naturally, Yang Xun turned around and went into the kitchen. He used a spatula to carefully scrape out the remaining sugar liquid in the pot. He couldn't help but scrape a little with his fingers and put it away. In the entrance.

Just this one bite made Yang Xun's eyes light up instantly.

"Is it sweet?" Wang Zhong asked with a smile.

Yang Xun nodded immediately.

"Sweet! I have never eaten such sweet candy." Yang Xun said excitedly, completely forgetting that, let alone such sweet candy, he has never eaten a piece of other candy since he can remember.

"After the sugar liquid cools down, it can be sold." Wang Zhong said.

"Brother-in-law, how should I sell this candy?" Yang Xun asked.

Wang Zhong said: "You have to figure it out yourself. You guys are not fools. If you sell it too expensive, will people still buy it from you?"

"But if you sell it cheaply, you won't make any money, and you will still lose money."

Yang Xun nodded in agreement and said, "Brother-in-law, tell me the cost of boiling these candies!"

Wang Zhong took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Yang Xun: "Nuo, everything you want to know is written on it, including the quantity and unit price. As for how much it cost, you can calculate it yourself when you go back. , these sweets you made today, think of it as something I lent to you, and after you sell the sweets and make money, you can pay me back."

"Brother-in-law!" Yang Xun's voice was trembling, and he looked at Wang Zhong with tears glistening in his eyes.

"Thank you!"

"If you really want to thank me, you should start doing this job as soon as possible and earn money so that you can pay the tuition fees for your younger siblings!"

(End of this chapter)