Chapter one hundred and seventy-six this day is a mess
What Second Grandpa said is really insightful and insightful.
Whether to help a manager or not to help a relative, and whether to help a relative or a manager depends on the occasion, place and person.
Zhang Yingyao felt like he was going to be depressed.
Of course, that's assuming he knows the word depression.
My son, who already takes charge, still needs my help?
I just feel that it’s not good for so many people to bully Dong Fengshan.
"Pingzi, that's right. I've known since I was a child that you would be promising in the future, and now you are!" The second grandfather gave his father a lesson, ignored him, and turned to Zhang Junping to praise him.
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"Okay, you've been driving for more than ten hours and you're tired. I won't stay any longer. Let's talk in detail another day." After the second grandfather finished speaking, he turned around and left.
It's already dark after all the commotion.
After the second grandpa left, the grandparents, aunt and uncle said a few more words, and then they all left.
It was such a noisy day that the whole village gathered for a dinner at noon, and it was as lively as a family. In the blink of an eye, Zhang and Dong's family almost had a fight.
After sending everyone away, mother glared at father again, turned around and went into the kitchen to cook.
Although I ate late at noon, I couldn’t skip dinner at night.
The four children in the family are all eating well.
The mother went to cook, and the father took out the pot that had been broken by the mother, silently feeling distressed.
"Da, give me a look and I'll see if it can be repaired." Zhang Junping also complained for his father, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.
"Oh, what a pity, what a nice cigarette pot and pot..." The father sighed and handed the cigarette pot and pot to Zhang Junping.
Zhang Junping took the cigarette pot and looked at it, then fiddled with it a few times in his hands, and as if by magic, he repaired the cigarette pot.
He handed it to his father with a smile, "Da, look at it, isn't it great?"
"How did you do this? How did you fix it so quickly?" the father asked in surprise.
Just now, my father was so preoccupied that he didn't pay attention to the movements of Zhang Junping's hands.
"Da, it's actually very simple. You see, this place looks like a bamboo joint, but in fact it is a detachable node.
Just twist it like this, and the pipe stem will be disassembled.
It’s just that the original pipe rod has three sections, and yours only has two sections.” Zhang Junping smiled and demonstrated to his father, “You can dismantle this in the future to clean the smoke oil inside.”
There is a problem with the cigarette pot, that is, over time, the smoke oil will clog the hole of the cigarette rod.
Therefore, the tobacco stem of the pipe pot needs to be cleaned from time to time, usually by prodding it with a thin branch or an iron bar.
When Zhang Junping was making a pipe pot, he specially designed and produced this kind of pipe that can be disassembled into three sections.
This way, it will be much easier to clean up.
"Okay, my eldest son is smart. This cigarette pouch is really good!" The father smiled with satisfaction while holding the cigarette pouch pot.
Although it is a pity that it has become shorter, it is better than not being able to use it at all.
Moreover, Zhang Junping intentionally lengthened the length of the cigarette rod when making it, so that it can better filter the cigarette oil.
Therefore, although my father's cigarette pot is now one section shorter, it is still about the same length as a normal cigarette pot.
Ground pot cooks quickly.
It doesn't take much effort, and dinner is ready. Dinner in rural areas is basically very simple.
Burnt egg white soup, this can be regarded as improving life.
Usually, it is made with corn porridge or white soup. White soup is a soup made of noodles and water.
Then boil the steamed buns, add pickles, and that's dinner.
It was a relatively sumptuous dinner today. My mother was so jealous that she stole a piece of cabbage and the roast duck that Zhang Junping brought back. She also boiled it in the pot, cut it, and served it.
In fact, it was leftovers from food on the road. Zhang Junping prepared two roast ducks and ate one on the way. The remaining one was taken back by Zhang Junping.
"Da, brother, it's time to eat!" The younger sister came over to ask Zhang Junping and his father to eat.
"Boss, here you go, this is your favorite white-flour steamed bun that mom just steamed this morning!" His mother handed Zhang Junping a white-flour bun.
Zhang Junping glanced at the basket containing the steamed buns, then handed the white-flour buns to his younger sister, "Yingzi, here are the white-flour buns for you. I'm tired of eating them every day in Beijing."
Now I just want to eat steamed buns with sweet potato noodles.”
After saying that, he reached out and picked up a black steamed bun with sweet potato noodles and white flour mixed together. The steamed steamed bun was black and a little sticky.
In this era, the problem of food and clothing has not been completely solved in rural areas.
Zhang Junping's family is considered a good place. It is located in a plain, so at least it can guarantee that they will not go hungry.
The staple food comes in several colors, gray, yellow and black.
The gray ones are white flour steamed buns. Due to technical problems and in order to save food, the bran is not filtered out, so the steamed buns are gray.
The yellow ones are corn flour steamed buns, and the black ones are sweet potato flour steamed buns.
The cornmeal steamed buns of this era were not the fine cornmeal of later generations. The cornmeal of this era was very coarse, and the steamed cornmeal steamed buns would make your throat irritate when you eat them.
As far as Jiahe Village is concerned, those who can eat gray and white steamed buns belong to wealthy households.
Most families don't want to eat white flour steamed buns at all. They usually eat corn flour steamed buns and sweet potato flour steamed buns.
I save some white flour and only eat it when I am sick, birthdays or other important days.
He took a big bite and said with a smile: "Well, when I was in Beijing, I wanted to eat my mother's steamed sweet potato noodles. It was so sweet. One night, I dreamed about eating sweet potato noodles, and my mouth watered all over the pillow."
"If you like it, Mom will steam it for you tomorrow. Sweet potato noodles steamed buns are still delicious freshly steamed." Mother was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily.
"Yingzi, why don't you eat it? Come and try this, it's Peking duck, it's delicious!
Damn, you guys eat too!" Zhang Junping gave his younger sister and parents a piece of duck meat, and then called to his two younger brothers, "Second and third, you can eat it yourself."
"Eat, boss, you eat too!" Mother said with a happy smile.
"You guys eat. I eat meat every day in Beijing. If you don't believe me, ask my eldest sister. As soon as they arrived in Beijing, I asked her to have one meal of meat every day. For ten people to eat, it should not be less than a pound of meat."
For this reason, she often called me a prodigal."
"Brother, is Beijing so good? Is there meat to eat every day?" The younger sister was so envious that her saliva almost flowed out.
"Boss, your eldest sister said you were right. Under what conditions can you withstand eating meat every day?" After hearing this, my mother almost couldn't help scolding Zhang Junping for being a prodigal.
Fortunately, Zhang Junping had just come back and his enthusiasm hadn't passed yet, so he didn't want to scold him, so he just said something to him.
"Mom, eldest brother-in-law and the others work hard every day, how can they survive if they don't eat better?
If I didn't force my eldest sister, I could feed them steamed buns and pickles every day.
It’s not like we don’t make money, but we can’t be stingy landlords and wealthy people.” Zhang Junping explained with a smile.
"The boss is right. If you keep them well fed, they will work hard." The father nodded in agreement.