Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

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Chapter 215 Re-sale

Gu Chunzhu got into the stove and did not call Su Wangqin any more, and asked him to play with his big bed.

She put brown rice in the pot, cut some lean meat and prepared stir-fried food. She bought it for the bun shop aunt and went to the butcher's lady. The advantage of living in the town is that she can buy fresh vegetables at any time.

"An'an, it's done. Niang boiled the winter bamboo shoots and fried the meat." Gu Chunzhu reached out to get the winter bamboo shoots, but he didn't find that the child had peeled two bamboo shoots, and the third one was already peeled.

She hurriedly stopped it and snatched the third bamboo shoot from An An's hand. "Enough is enough, we can't finish any more, and we'll peel it again." It turned out to be so obedient. After doing bad things, it's not enough to sell it after peeling it.

"Mother, I can help!" An An also looked at Gu Chunzhu with a smile, spreading her small paws in front of Gu Chunzhu's eyes. Gu Chunzhu scooped a small amount of water on her little hand and rubbed the bamboo shoots away.

Gu Chunzhu's peeled bamboo shells were thrown to the edge of the chicken coop. Who knows that the two chickens are still picky eaters, and after two pecks, they didn't eat any more, and Gu Chunzhu ignored it later.

Looking at the sky, it's getting dark, and eating lighter oil early while the sky is still bright, it's not easy to get fat early. Gu Chunzhu touched his already flat belly, and estimated that he had lost 20 pounds. This period of tossing was also a blessing in disguise.

An An was not so afraid of the big cock, and had to tease the two chickens for bamboo shoots.

Gu Chunzhu let her play by herself and got busy in the stove. The bamboo shoots were cut into pieces and boiled in boiling water to remove the astringency of the bamboo shoots. After the fried lean slices were browned, the bamboo shoots were poured, and the pieces were simmered. The soup in the pot was grunting, and after a while, it smelled like fragrance.

"Little greedy cat, come and try the food for the mother." Gu Chunzhu shouted in the kitchen, An An did not mess with the two chickens, and ran over with her feet.

The beaked mouth opened, and Gu Chunzhu's chopsticks sandwiched the bamboo shoots. After blowing it several times, he couldn't touch the lips, and it was stuffed into this small mouth.

"Crispy, delicious." An An's contented eyes narrowed.

Gu Chunzhu put the stir-fried meat of the winter bamboo shoots upside down in a bowl to avoid getting cold, and then burned a winter melon soup and sprinkled a little shrimp skin to make it fresh.

Shrimp skins are sold by rice grain shops. They are said to be dried by the kind of small shrimps on the beach. They taste very fresh, and it costs ten or two to borrow one. This thing does not eat scales, and one or two. Gu Chunzhu pondered that when he started fishing for prawns this year, he would tinker with the shrimp skins made of prawns, and he could save a little money.

Brown rice steamed a pot of salted egg meat, and a jar of salted eggs was sold to the county and left aside. It is also steamed today.

"Time to eat--"

Gu Chunzhu shouted, Xiaocheng put down the scroll, Su Wangqin put down his big bed and came over, and the family called to eat positively.

A family of three was eating around a square table. An An ate "humming humming". Gu Chunzhu looked at her like a little pig. The roof here is made of tiles. The house is also made of brick and mud.

Such a good house doesn't need to be afraid that it will leak when it is windy and rainy. She was relieved in her heart. It took a while before the breath rose again. If the house belongs to you, it would be better to earn more money to buy a house! There are also Xiaocheng's academic problems.

After dinner, I washed it a bit, and went to bed early. The next day I went to a stall in the town.

The two children did not make trouble, Gu Chunzhu almost fell asleep with his eyes closed, and suddenly felt that someone was staring at her. When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Wangqin's black eyes. His eyes flashed like stars, "Ming'er can be painted , Just let it dry for two days."

Turning his head around, he realized that he was talking about a big bed. This man was full of bed... Gu Chunzhu looked at him strangely, and it was temptation to fall in Su Wangqin's eyes.

His beautiful throat rolled a little, and his big hand reached into the lining. This was his most "excessive" move in recent days. Gu Chunzhu was also a normal woman who did not stop his rogue behavior.

"It will be fine in two days..." Gu Chunzhu stopped as he watched the fire.

Su Wangqin turned over and sighed shallowly. How come these three or two days have become so difficult to get through...

In the early morning of the second day, Gu Chunzhu got up, and there was already sweet potato brown rice porridge in the pan of the stove, and Su Wangqin carefully painted the big bed in the courtyard.

After eating porridge and looking at Su Wangqin, remembering what happened last night, Gu Chunzhu turned his eyes to ease the embarrassment in his heart, "Wang brother, I went to the stall."

"Be careful, something calls someone to call me." Su Wangqin raised his eyes, looked at Gu Chunzhu and then the big bed, struggling a little, gave up accompanying Gu Chunzhu to the stall or painted the big bed silently.

I can paint a few times in the morning, and in the afternoon, I will see how Gu Chunzhu’s winter bamboo shoots are sold and then go back to Xiaohetou Village to plan the winter bamboo shoots.

At the fair, Uncle Zheng has always been one of the earlier ones. Although Zheng De’s mother-in-law had something to do with it, Gu Chunzhu did not shy away and placed the basket on the side of Uncle Zheng.

"Uncle is early." Gu Chunzhu smiled and showed a line of white teeth. When he put the basket down, he grabbed the bamboo shoots out of the back basket and placed five or six in front of the stall. There were still some left in the back basket.

"Chunzhu, what happened last year is not right, you tell Ronaldinho not to go to your heart." Uncle Zheng has three deep wrinkled lines on his eyebrows. I want to have the troublesome mother Zheng Dezhang, and the days are not smooth. Where to go.

"She is happy now that she bought a house in the town. If it wasn't for this matter, she hadn't decided to buy a house yet." Gu Chunzhu said easily.

Uncle Zheng was relieved to hear her say this, and the two of them bypassed this unpleasant thing and started to chatter. For example, her daughter-in-law's belly was big and round, and they all looked like they were girls. It would be better if a girl like An An gave birth.

After chatting for a while, there were more people on the street, and the two also set up their stalls intently.

"Winter bamboo shoots, crisp and raw winter bamboo shoots, eat the baby's head like the winter bamboo shoots!" Gu Chunzhu's shouting is particularly novel, plus she is a cooked face selling prawns, which attracted many guests at once.

"Why are these bamboo shoots sold? They are fresh, can you peel them off and see?"

"Yo, this is not a river prawn, why change it!"

"Look at the honesty of your river prawns, just give me a winter bamboo shoot."

The guests came over one after another, especially the old patron who bought the river prawns trusts her very much. They are ready to buy without saying anything. Gu Chunzhu patted his head and accused herself of being stupid and not buying a scale. She I thought of a good way.

Holding a bamboo shoot to get to know the stall owner, he weighed a catty, according to this standard, the larger one received one more article, the smaller one less one article.

Generally, bamboo shoots are about the same size, which is acceptable to most guests.