Mother Zhao rolled up her sleeves: "I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'm getting older and don't get that much sleep. I can't fall asleep even when I wake up. I'm here to see if I can help."
Li Rong made a large amount of dough today and made a large dough. Now she divides it into several pieces for easier kneading.
Mother Zhao saw each of them kneading one piece and two others hanging aside. She walked over and pointed at the dough and said, "Do you want to knead this dough?"
"Yeah, but we can just knead it. Mom, go and check the fire. There are steamed beans on it. The beans won't be steamed until the fire stops."
"OK."
Zhao Qingliu saw that his mother didn't ask anything, just came in to help, and the work went smoothly. She thought that what Li Rong said was true. They all knew what Li Rong did and supported her.
Zhao Qingliu thought about what was said in the village and looked up at Li Rong complicatedly.
Li Rong was puzzled by what she saw and wiped her face with her arm: "Why, is there something on my face?"
Zhao Qingliu shook his head: "It's okay, I just want to ask you, is it okay to knead the dough like this?"
Li Rong pressed the button: "Well, it's almost done. Sister, go check if the beans are steamed?"
The food in the pot has been steaming for too long, and the water has almost dried up.
Mother Zhao went out to fetch water with a bucket.
Li Rong intuitively felt that the way Zhao Qingliu looked at her just now was definitely not as simple as asking about dough. She also thought of all the things that were wrong with the Zhao family yesterday. While Zhao's mother went out to fetch water, she cleared her throat and pretended to ask casually: "Sister
,Did I do something wrong?"
"Huh?" Zhao Qingliu was kneading new dough, "No."
"You seemed to be about to say something just now."
He Xing said at the right time: "Brothers and sisters, you must have seen it wrong. My eldest sister is like that. Can you see if I have kneaded the dough well?"
"Don't interrupt. During the Chinese New Year, you made steamed buns with me. You know how to read it!" Li Rong looked angry, "I wanted to ask last night, what are you hiding from me? Don't hold it back."
, tell me."
"What else can happen?" He Xing didn't want to say more.
For the sake of his brother's happiness, Zhao Qingliu couldn't hold it back. He gritted his teeth and said, "Some people outside say you are restless."
When Zhao's mother came back from carrying water, she happened to hear it and interrupted Zhao Qingliu's words, yelling, "Ignore the gossip outside. Those Sanba are nothing but mouths. Hurry up and get to work!"
After a while, Zhao's mother said to Li Rong: "Second daughter-in-law, we all know that you are good. Don't take it to heart what outsiders say. We all believe you. It must be false. They are just jealous."
Our second son has a wonderful wife!"
Li Rong raised her eyebrows, and she could probably guess what was being said. She had been told before that she was a lazy wife who didn't work, so she didn't want to ask now. She was busy with business.
If the sky falls, there will be a tall man holding it up, and no one can stop her from making money.
During the Chinese New Year, Li Rong taught Zhao's mother and He Xing how to make buns. The buns they made were similar to Li Rong's, so they had to look good.
Although Zhao Qingliu can make steamed buns, he is just like an ordinary farmer. He can barely make them, so it won't look good when he sells them.
Zhao Qingliu looked at how beautiful their buns were, and then looked at how ugly she was. She felt a little ashamed: "My buns are really ugly, so I said, I don't know how to do it. I'm sorry, brothers and sisters."
"It's okay, my mother's bun was uglier than yours at first."
Mother Zhao said: "You still say that my little apricot bag is ugly."
Li Rong smiled, took a bun wrapper, and started teaching Zhao Qingliu step by step.
Zhao Qingliu is not stupid, he learned it quickly, with a smile on his face, and he became more and more proficient at wrapping it.
Li Rong praised: "Eldest sister learns so quickly."
Zhao's mother and Zhao Qingliu were left to make the buns, while Li Rong made bean paste and fried mung bean puree, while teaching He Xing how to make them.
Not only will He Xing be taught, Li Rong will also teach them all, so that their work will be more convenient in the future.
Moreover, after the policy is liberalized, this can be regarded as a craft, and they can make money by doing this.
Regardless of whether it will really help in the future, at least that's what Li Rong thinks now.
He Xing watched the fire while learning to fry mung beans.
After Li Rong finished making the bean paste, she began to miss the refrigerator. If there was a refrigerator, things like bean paste could be made and kept fresh for a long time, so there would be no need to make it so troublesome every day.
However, freshly made food has the advantage of freshly made food: fresh and delicious.
Six or seven steamers are stacked on top of each other, and a large iron pot steams out drawers of steamed buns.
I made almost 300 steamed buns, including 120 red bean paste buns.
Zhao Qingliu used a mold to press the fried mung bean puree into square mung bean cakes.
I made almost thirty kilograms of mung bean cake.
Mother Zhao looked a little panicked when she saw so many steamed buns: "There are so many, how can I take them over? My second wife, can I use them on your bicycle? There are so many, how long can I sell them? It's not easy to sell these things when they are cold."
....."
Li Rong explained to her: "I made an agreement with a boss to rent a boiler and place it at his door. I gave him coal money and the fee for renting the boiler. Zhao Qingsong will help me pull it there with an ox cart later.
"
Li Rong used to make steamed buns and snacks for sale, but they didn't have many, and she had a small iron stove that Zhao Qingsong tied to the back of her bicycle, so it was easy to set up.
There are too many things now, about 300 steamed buns, which are hard to carry on a bicycle. Fortunately, we have an ox cart at home.
As the small iron stove wouldn't last long, she had already thought of borrowing it from the boss.
The boss is easy to talk to, and Li Rong gives me money anyway.
Mother Zhao nodded, relieved.
Li Rong never treated them badly and asked them to get some buns and snacks after she was done.
They only eat leftovers or some buns that are not very good.
While eating, I praised Li Rong’s cooking skills.
Zhao Qingliu sighed: "Brother and sister, you are so powerful. I dare not do these things."
Li Rong smiled: "I'm brave."
"Oh, it would be great if I could open my own store," Zhao Qingliu said in a lonely tone, "I have my own store and open it for business every day. Who dares to do this now? It's the tail end of capitalism."
Li Rong did not tell them that when the national policy opened up in the late 1970s, many people would open stores. He only said meaningfully: "Who knows, let's do it well first. If it opens one day, everyone can open a store and do it."
It’s business.”
"Hey, are you done?" Zhao Qingsong got up, his face full of worry.
Li Rong asked him: "Have you brushed your teeth?"
"No, I wanted to come over and see if there's anything you need me to do."
"Everything is done, go brush your teeth."
Zhao Qingsong lowered his head and kissed her: "Okay."
When Zhao's mother and others saw this scene, their faces became angry. Why did this second son kiss in front of them?
Li Rong realized later that there were several people in the kitchen and squeezed Zhao Qingsong's arm: "Go quickly!"
"Hiss~" Zhao Qingsong felt pain, "Right away! Right now! Let go of my wife, it hurts~"
When Zhao Qingsong came back, Li Rong picked a big and beautiful bun to gag him.
Mother Zhao felt sorry for the buns. The buns looked so good, so they should be sold.
At the same time, she was more satisfied with Li Rong as her daughter-in-law. She had good things and she could think of Zhao Qingsong. Mother Zhao was happy to see this.