Gu Siwei was walking on the road of Zhuangzi with his oily mud. It was lunch time at this moment. Although the fruits in the orchard had not been completely picked, it was no longer like before, everyone was too busy to touch the ground.

, now everyone also has time to prepare three meals for themselves and their families.

Why doesn't Gu Siwei go home for dinner at this moment? Is he too busy? That's right, this is not the first batch of money that has been put down. Every family and every house is happy when they get the money.

In Gu Siwei's view, now that every family has made money, the food at home should naturally be improved, and the clothes with patches piled on top of each other on adults and children should be eliminated.

Gu Siwei was wandering around Zhuangzi just to satisfy his own vanity. He wanted to see that every bowl was filled with white rice, and the rice should be covered with at least some vegetables where you could see shredded pork.

Because this can make Gu Siwei feel that all his efforts are fruitful. I don’t know when it started. Gu Siwei’s mentality changed from living a good life by himself to everyone’s life getting better. Even Gu Siwei

I don’t even know when this kind of lofty mentality of common prosperity took root in my heart.

As a result, after visiting several restaurants in a row, the smile on Gu Siwei's face became less and less, because Gu Siwei discovered that the villagers still had the same old three in their bowls: stick noodle porridge, dried sweet potatoes with melons and vegetables.

It’s not that there is no progress, there is progress. The progress is that the original thin porridge, which mainly consisted of dried sweet potatoes and melons and vegetables, has changed to now mainly consisting of stick noodles.

Although the stick noodle porridge in the bowl cannot be held up with chopsticks, there is no water color when you scoop it up, and it is thick and thick.

Some families even put a few stick noodle pancakes on the side of the pot at noon. During the meal, each person would hold one in his hand while sitting or standing, and while eating, they would chat with the neighbors.

Chatting.

"Siwei, have you eaten? If not, can you eat some at our house?"

Second Aunt Guo saw Gu Siwei appearing alone with his dog behind his back, so she smiled and said hello.

When Gu Siwei heard this, he raised his head and smiled at Aunt Guo: "Auntie, what's for lunch?"

Second Aunt Guo was holding a bowl. When she heard Gu Siwei ask, she tilted the bowl so that Gu Siwei could see the contents of her bowl clearly.

Seeing what was in Aunt Guo's bowl, Gu Siwei's face improved a little, because what Aunt Guo had in her bowl was rice porridge, very thick rice porridge, and the rice was not very good, it was obviously the worst type of japonica rice.

Moreover, it is not produced in the village. In all likelihood, the rice produced in the village is exchanged for inferior rice from outsiders.

Gu Siwei knows this market situation. One pound of rice from the village can be exchanged for one pound and three taels of bad rice. But even so, the villagers rarely exchange good rice for bad rice. Generally speaking, they exchange it for stick noodles, or

That kind of buckwheat noodles, or simply sorghum noodles.

To put it simply, it is whole grains. This stuff was quite valuable when Gu Siwei came here. He relied on his health to make a turnaround in terms of price.

But in this era, all coarse grains are inferior to refined grains such as wheat and rice, so the price is relatively low, and it is a grain that ordinary people like very much.

Even if the family often eats whole grains, it is still considered a middle-class family in this era. It may not be the case in the city, but in the vast rural areas, the family has food for every meal. As long as it is not corn noodles with sweet potatoes, the life of the family is definitely good.

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"Auntie, what kind of porridge should we eat at noon? Wouldn't it be better to cook a bowl of white rice?" Gu Siwei asked.

Aunt Guo smiled and said, "Which one of us in our family is destined to eat white rice?"

The second aunt herself said that she looked back at her yard. There were seven or eight members of her family squatting in the yard. They were holding bowls in their hands after eating, and they were looking at each other with chopsticks in the hands holding the bowls.

Gu Siwei is having fun here.

Those who haven't finished eating have no time to look at Gu Siwei, and all their attention is on the bowl in their hands.

"What do you mean? Everyone is making money now, but you have to improve your life. Even if you don't pay attention, you have to think about the children. Now the children are growing up. You

Look at each of them, they are as thin as chickens..." Gu Siwei said.

Second Aunt Guo didn't make any distinction. After hearing Gu Siwei's words, she just smiled.

When Gu Siwei saw this, it didn't make sense, so he chatted for a few more words, picked up his feet and continued walking forward.

Just when Gu Siwei left Aunt Guo's house, Second Aunt Guo glanced at Gu Siwei's back twice and whispered: How can we compare with your family? We are farmers!

Fortunately, Gu Siwei didn't hear this sentence. If he had, he might have scolded his second aunt with a straight face: What happened to the farmers? Do they deserve to suffer and be poor?

Gu Siwei continued to walk forward and passed several more houses. Everyone's lunch still had not changed much. A bowl of thick stick noodle porridge could go with everything.

Wandering around, Gu Siwei lost his good mood and turned around to go to Yang Chuanwu's house.

Arriving at the door of Yang Chuanwu's house, Gu Siwei found that Yang Chuanwu's family was also eating.

There was a small square table in the courtyard, where Yang Chuanwu, his wife and children sat with his parents at home.

"Siwei is here, sit down, have you eaten? Sihong, go get your Uncle Siwei a bowl and chopsticks...".

Seeing Gu Siwei enter the courtyard, Yang Chuanwu's father, Yang Xingjia, immediately asked his grandson Yang Shanhong to bring Gu Siwei a bowl and chopsticks.

Gu Siwei said: "No, no, no, I've eaten here before."

Seeing the things on the table of Yang Chuanwu's family, Gu Siwei felt a little relieved, because there was a pile of white-faced steamed buns on the small table of Yang Chuanwu's family. The serious white-faced steamed buns were not made in the village some time ago.

The kind of steamed buns mixed with other grains.

"Eating steamed buns?"

Gu Siwei asked.

At this time, Yang Shanhong carried a bench to Gu Siwei. Gu Siwei reached out to take it and sat down almost two meters away from the table.

"Yeah, white steamed buns just made at home."

Liu Kailan said, took a steamed bun from the small bamboo basket on the table and handed it to Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei asked: "Do you have enough to eat? Don't starve others."

Gu Siwei really wants to taste what steamed buns taste like. Don't get me wrong, there is no way Gu Siwei has never eaten steamed buns before. He just wants to taste what the steamed buns that Yang Chuanwu's family usually eats now taste like.

Yang Chuanwu laughed and said: "You can just eat. There is a basket in the house. I steamed it for two days in the morning. One more for you is not more, and one for you is less."

Gu Siwei then took it and took a look at it in his hand. He found that the dough was of average quality. Although the buns were a little cold now, they did not become hard, which proved that they were not too long when steamed.

The steamed buns are a bit hard, which proves that the hair is not very good. If it were Gu Siwei, the steamed buns would have sunk in as soon as they were pinched. After a while, the pressed area would have returned to its original shape at least eight or nine times after releasing it.

become.

But the steamed buns in my hand are not like this.

It’s not surprising. Even the Yang Chuanwu family may not eat this kind of white flour a few times a year. Let alone it has developed, even if it turns into hard lumps, for today’s folks, that’s it.

It is also a first-class delicious food.

Gently tear off a little bit from the steamed bun and put it in his mouth. Gu Siwei also observed the torn off piece. The white noodles, although the quality of the noodles was average, was not as white as what Gu Siwei's family eats.

It's flour, but it's really white flour with nothing mixed in it.

As for why it is such a color, it is because the surface of the grains is not completely removed when the flour is milled. Everyone has seen the color of wheat after hulling, right? It is not pure white flour, but there is often a little bit of chaff on the outside.

The color is also edible. After a few decades, it may still be used to promote health.

But this kind of flour is definitely not as delicious as pure white flour.

Nowadays, the market is distinguished by 80 flour or 70 flour. The so-called 80 refers to the flour rate, which is almost one hundred kilograms of wheat. How much flour is produced? 80 kilograms of flour are produced. Twenty kilograms of bran is 80 flour. The flour is produced.

60 pounds of flour, forty bran is 60 pounds of flour.

The lower the flour extraction rate, the more times it is ground, the finer the flour, and the whiter the flour. Of course, if there is any wheat core flour in the future, it will be better. It can be said to be the essence of wheat.

They were all taken out by profiteers and sold at high prices.

For example, the flour used by Yang Chuanwu's family is almost 80 grams, and the flour used by Zhuangzi to greet the fruit pickers is hard to say. A hundred pounds of wheat may produce even more than ninety pounds of flour.

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"How about it?"

"It tastes good." After Gu Siwei took a bite, he smiled at Liu Kailan who asked.

When Yang Chuanwu saw it, he said to his wife: "Do you think Siwei is us? It would be weird if he can eat just steamed buns. Isn't there some fried pickled vegetables at home? Go and pick some out!"

Yang Chuanwu knew that Gu Siwei had nothing to eat with steamed buns, so he would definitely not be able to eat them, so he asked his wife Liu Kailan to bring out the freshly fried pickles at home and let Gu Siwei eat them with the steamed buns.

Gu Siwei was not polite here. Waiting for Liu Kailan to bring the pickles, he opened the steamed bun in his hand, sandwiched the pickles in the middle, held it in his hand, and turned it into a burger, then put it in his mouth.

I ate it with big mouthfuls.

"Tell me, if you are not resting at home at this time, why are you wandering around the village?"

Yang Chuanwu knew Gu Siwei well. When he saw him eating his own steamed buns and thinking about it, he knew that Gu Siwei must have some ideas. Otherwise, he was someone who had never eaten steamed buns. Let's put it this way.

The oily mud that followed Gu Siwei came in, even though it was a dog. Except for Gu Siwei's family, there was no one else in Zhuangzi who could eat as much oily mud as the dog.

Even the Yang Chuanwu family can't compare to the food of Yougui.

Yang Chuanwu understands that Gu Siwei's family eats well and has meat every meal, so the family dogs will naturally eat well too.
Chapter completed!