The Space Doctor Became the Favorite of the Exiled Powerful Minister - #108 - Chapter 108: Focus (second update)

Chapter 108 Focus (Second update)

In their last life, it was difficult for them to retire even if they were in high positions.

 In this life, even if they are in the countryside, they can live a stable and peaceful life.

 Even if it’s a bit hard now, as long as you work hard, you can have enough food and clothing.

She will work harder, earn more money, treat him a little bit better, and make up for the shortcomings in the previous life.

Thinking of these, Jiang Zhiluo instantly became energetic.

 Chopping the stuffing is even faster.

“Chop chop chop…”

 The chopping action on the cutting board has become more rhythmic.

Mrs. Cui was still awake for two-quarters of an hour after looking at the dough. She said in a leisurely manner: “Zhiluo, let me start the fire and cook the soybeans.”

Jiang Zhiluo nodded and said, “Okay, but Mom, you put the soybeans in the pot and add a little salt to the water used to cook the beans.”

Mrs. Cui nodded, added some salt as Jiang Zhiluo said, and then went to the yard to get firewood to cook the soybeans.

Jiang Zhiluo chopped the meat and vegetables, put them in a basin, and started to mix the stuffing.

 After mixing the stuffing, Mrs. Cui has already boiled the pot.

Mrs. Cui had to sigh again: “People in the village just don’t know how useful the bellows is. You see, it’s impossible to boil the pot at this time on weekdays, and it takes a while to burn firewood, but with the bellows, the wind blows Whispering, the pot will soon boil.”

Jiang Zhiluo knew that the bellows was not a necessity for the villagers, but they were still reluctant to spend 100 yuan to buy one.

 Hundred cents can indeed buy a lot of food.

Perhaps when the conditions of the villagers improve and food and clothing are provided for, everyone will think about buying bellows.

But my parents are good at making maltose and knitting straw sandals. During the market in Yangliu Village, my parents would set up a stall to sell some things. Even if they earn a few dozen cents, they can subsidize the family’s income and life will be better.

 Furthermore, Dad sold six or seven bellows this time for six to seven hundred cents, which is pretty good, and life doesn’t have to be so tight.

 If she can find brown bark and bamboo later, she can teach her father to make raincoats and oil-paper umbrellas.

 With the skill of making oil-paper umbrellas, my mother’s family will continue to have income.

 An oil-paper umbrella can be sold for two to three hundred cash.

These days, craftsmanship is valuable, and a family can be supported by just one craft.

However, most people in the village can do carpentry and masonry, and few have other crafts.

This craft is usually passed down from ancestors.

If you go to learn from others, there will be almost no one to teach you.

Jiang Zhiluo calmed down and said, “Mom, just put some firewood on the stove and let the firewood burn by itself.”

 “Let’s make Guokui first.”

It was getting late, the sky was getting dark, and the roosters in the village began to crow.

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 “Woof woof…”

The crowing of roosters is accompanied by the sound of dogs barking in the village, intertwining into a morning song.

People in the village will get up and make breakfast one after another, from sunrise to sunset, day after day.

Jiang Zhiluo felt that the noise was very pyrotechnic.

Mrs. Cui quickly washed her hands and helped Jiang Zhiluo.

Mrs. Cui began to roll out the dough.

Seeing Mrs. Cui’s habit of rolling it into a round shape, Jiang Zhiluo said: “Mom, let me roll one out for you first.”

As she spoke, Jiang Zhiluo rolled it into an oblong shape.

She knew how to say it, but Mrs. Cui didn’t understand it either. It was easier to understand if she looked at the real thing.

 “Okay, my mother can roll it.”

Mrs. Cui took the rolling stick and started working.

Jiang Zhiluo adds stuffing to it, then rolls it up from top to bottom, and then rolls it flat.

 In fact, it would be more delicious if there are black sesame seeds.

 But there are no black sesame growers in the village, so the cost of buying black sesame is a bit expensive.

Jiang Zhiluo thought about it and decided not to buy black sesame seeds. Anyway, black sesame seeds are not necessary for making Guokui. Without black sesame, Guokui would be just as delicious.

 After rolling it out, put it aside.

After everything is done, sprinkle cornmeal on top and stack the pots and helmets in a clean basket so they won’t stick together. “This part is fried freshly in town. Let’s fry some at home first.”

Jiang Zhiluo thought about frying some at home first and went to the market. If it got cold, she would heat it up a little.

 There are also some that are just rolled out and not fried, so they can be grilled on site.

 This saves some time and allows you to have breakfast at home.

Just like that, Mrs. Cui lit the fire, and Jiang Zhiluo put the oil on the pot helmet.

 When both sides are cooked, a crispy aroma will spread out.

Jiang Zhiluo heated up the chicken soup she had not finished last night.

When it was time to eat, Jiang Zhiluo came into the room and asked Cui Hejin to eat.

Yesterday, during the school exam, the students all wrote articles, and Cui Hejin brought them back for correction.

 He is rigorous about learning and looks focused when correcting, seeming to forget everything around him.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at his expression and almost couldn’t bear to disturb him.

Cui Hejin seemed to feel something, and raised his eyes slightly. When he saw Jiang Zhiluo, his quiet expression was tainted with a soft atmosphere.

“What’s wrong?”

Jiang Zhiluo said: “Breakfast is ready, let’s go out and have breakfast first.”

“good.”

Cui Hejin put the articles together, then washed his hands and had a meal.

Jiang Zhiluo took a bite of the pot helmet, which was crispy and sweet, with the taste of mushroom meat, and she nodded secretly in her heart.

Mrs. Cui had never eaten such delicious food when she was in the capital before.

Mrs. Cui’s smile now overflowed from her eyes, and she said happily: “Even if this pot helmet is sold in the capital, it will be very popular.”

“I’ve never had such delicious food in Beijing before.”

Jiang Zhiluo knows that this is probably because the food culture is relatively backward.

 Perhaps this is because the condiments are not as rich and varied as in modern times.

When Jiang Zhiluo looked at Cui Hejin, Cui Hejin understood her eyes and nodded, “It tastes very good.”

“That’s good, I’ve made a lot, please eat more.”

Jiang Zhiluo found that Cui Hejin always looked thin no matter how he ate.

 But when she gave him acupuncture before, she knew that he was in excellent shape.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but blush, lowered her head and ate quietly.

 After eating two guokui and drinking a bowl of chicken soup, Jiang Zhiluo felt her stomach was warm and comfortable.

After she was full, she opened the lid of the pot and looked at the soybeans. “The soybeans are cooked and can be taken out for fermentation.”

Mrs. Cui said: “Pour out the soybean water?”

Jiang Zhiluo said: “These are also useful.”

Mrs. Cui helped Jiang Zhiluo fish out the soybeans and put them on a clean dustpan to ferment.

 Then put away the water used to cook the beans.

After everything was done, they went to the town, first delivered the braised meat to Lin Zhuzhu’s meat stall, and then went to the market.

Most people in the market are also familiar with Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo.

 Seeing them coming, they all greeted them warmly.

“Oh, Sister Cui, Zhiluo, you haven’t been here for several days, I thought you wouldn’t set up a stall anymore.”

Mrs. Cui responded with a smile: “How can you not? I have something to do at home, so I won’t delay it. I still rely on this little business to get by.”

“If you had told us earlier, we could have helped you get a seat, but now it’s gone.”

Mrs. Cui knew that everyone was telling the truth, and said gratefully: “Thank you, Sister Lin, in advance. We don’t know when we will finish our work and set up a stall. It’s a good idea to occupy the space all the time. It’s okay if it is occupied. We Just on the edge.”

Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo greeted everyone one by one.

They pushed a small food cart and walked through the market with some prepared pot helmets. Some people could smell the aroma directly on the tip of their noses.

“Oh, what delicious food did you make? Why does it smell so good?”

 (End of this chapter)