"That may mean that she has a high level of vision and looks down on those young shopkeepers who are over fifty years old. She is waiting for a pretty boy. She has wild thoughts!" Yang Huaming said deliberately.

Mrs. Sun smiled: "Don't be so stubborn and tell me what you are arguing about today?"

Yang Huaming then told the whole story.

He clapped his hands and said angrily: "Give me the key. Isn't this deliberately humiliating me, a great man? I don't want it, even to death!"

Mrs. Sun burst into laughter.

"I'm talking about Fourth Brother, Old Fourth Brother, you have been a smart person for half your life, why are you so confused this time?"

"The fourth sister gave you the key, but you still don't understand what it means? Do you really want her to risk her face to expose you? You, you, you!"

"Ah? What do you mean?" Yang Huaming touched his head, still with a question mark on his face.

At this time, Yang Huazhong pulled a carriage over, and Mrs. Sun couldn't say anything more, "Fourth, please think about it carefully on the way."

Yang Huaming drove the carriage to Qingshui Town, thinking about Sun's words all the way.

Suddenly, he remembered the 'good old days' when he was young, hooking up with widows from Shiliba Village, or the lonely women whose men worked outside. The most common words they said at that time were: "Dead ghosts"

, if you come at night, I will leave the door (and window) open for you."

The tendon in his brain snapped and Yang Huaming understood.

"Aren't you lonely enough to give me the key? Well, if you dare to stay, I will go. Just treat it like a prostitute and refuse to give me the money. Let's see if you are in a hurry!"

Yang Laosi felt that he had won the tug-of-war of marriage and was in a good mood. He whistled loudly, tightened the reins and galloped towards Qingshui Town.

…

The wheat was harvested and put into the warehouse. Mrs. Sun was very happy. She scooped out fresh wheat flour and planned to make a meal of pasta for the family to try at noon.

This is also the custom of farmers. The harvest is rare. For those farmers who have tightened their belts and suffered for several months, it is not easy for them to wait until the wheat is ripe, but they still have to eat two full meals?

For those people, making cakes, rolling noodles, and steaming steamed buns are the most luxurious things.

After you have passed the limelight of trying something new, you have to continue to plan your life, and there is no room for extravagance and waste.

But Yang Huazhong's family is different. Look at the backyard kitchen, Jiaojiao is standing in the cart made by Yang Huazhong himself, and Baby Luo is squatting aside, holding a rattle in his hand and teasing Jiaojiao.

A large panel was spread out on the desk. Sun, Yang Ruoqing, and Xiaoduo Niang all wore aprons and rolled up their sleeves to join the battle.

Mrs. Sun is responsible for kneading and proofing the dough, while Xiaoduo and Yang Ruoqing are responsible for mixing the stuffing.

There are various large and small copper pots lined up, including leek and egg stuffing, pork belly stuffing with dried chives, cabbage and vermicelli minced meat stuffing, pickled cabbage and spicy tofu stuffing, and red bean paste, date paste and osmanthus stuffing...

"Our kitchen can rival Zhang Ji's breakfast shop in town. There are so many varieties!" Xiaoduo said excitedly while mixing the stuffing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's a must. We all have buns, dumplings, pies and glutinous rice balls with various fillings. By the way, we will also steam brown sugar to make cakes later, and put some red dates and raisins on top."

Mrs. Sun, who was kneading the dough, raised her head and said, "Hey, why don't you put the raisins in there too? That thing is very rare now, so it's better not to put it aside and leave it for the baby and Jiaojiao as snacks!"

Xiaoduo also said: "Sister, mother is right, raisins are too rare, keep them as snacks for the children, and use them to make cakes. Those cakes will be sent to relatives and friends. I feel sad just thinking about it.

Mother, do you feel bad?"

Mrs. Sun nodded hurriedly, "It goes without saying that it costs a hundred yuan per catty, which is more expensive than pork."

Sun and Xiaoduo talked to each other, Yang Ruoqing just listened with a smile.

In modern times, raisins are the most common snacks in supermarkets. They have entered thousands of households and the prices are very affordable.

But in ancient times, raisins in inland areas were the queen of snacks and were priced astronomically.

On the one hand, it is the production volume, which is expected to be harvested from the sky.

The second reason is still because of the inconvenience of transportation.

The inland climate is not conducive to grape cultivation, resulting in low yield and poor taste.

Really good grapes come from the Western Regions, and naturally so do raisins. Transporting raisins from the Western Regions to the Central Plains requires backward logistics, various bandits, bandits, village bullies, and road bullies along the way. The loss of products, and the superposition of costs in all aspects, wait until the raisins arrive in the Central Plains.

Can the price be lower?

The raisins at home now were brought back from the capital by Daan and Xiaohua.

Not much, just five pounds, to make snacks for the children at home.

"Mom, Duo'er, there are five kilograms of raisins. Half a kilogram is enough to make steamed cakes, and the rest is enough for the children."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and reassured her mother and sister, "The more good and rare the food, the bigger the food will be for the children, and the smaller the head for the adults. We need to establish the concept of sharing in them from an early age. If they eat alone for a long time, it is easy for the children to develop

A selfish and arrogant heart.”

"But if we adults eat one more pill, the children will eat one less pill..." Ms. Sun was still reluctant to eat it, always feeling that it was a waste and waste for the adults to eat it.

Yang Ruoqing then said to Sun again: "Everything should be done in moderation. Things are more valuable when they are rare. At worst, I will send a message to Da'an and the others in a while and ask them to send more back. This time, listen to me and grab half a catty."

Come out and steam the brown sugar cake."

Xiaoduo was also moved, "Mom, just listen to sister, let's all try it too."

Sun still struggled a little, so Yang Ruoqing called Luo Baobao and told her the matter.

No need to explain it clearly, Luo Baobao immediately understood Yang Ruoqing's intention. He squatted in front of the trolley and wiped Jiaojiao's saliva. He raised his head and said loudly to Mrs. Sun: "Granny, let's eat the evaporated cake together. To be honest, the raisins are a bit...

It’s sour. Eating too much will be bad for your teeth. I’m still thinking of asking my mother to make some soup and we can all drink it together!”

Yang Ruoqing immediately said: "Yes, raisin stew is also a very good sweet soup. I will make it later and we can all drink it together."

The granddaughter also spoke up, and Mrs. Sun had no choice but to compromise.

Everyone then happily steamed pasta and made pastries. The smoke from the chimney never stopped throughout the whole morning.

When the first batch of steamed buns, steamed buns, flower curly hair cakes came out of the pan, Mrs. Sun directly brought a big basket over, picked some of each cake and put it in it, and handed it to Yang Ruoqing: "Go ahead and give some to relatives and friends.

If you don’t have enough, come back and get it.”

Yang Ruoqing looked at the basket full of pastries and said, "I am rich and powerful, and my mother is powerful and domineering!"

Sun smiled and picked up another basket and handed it to Xiaoduo: "Send it to the pasture for everyone to try."
Chapter completed!