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Chapter 39 Sour Bamboo Shoots
Obviously, the whole family is very concerned about Zhou Yang's affairs and supports him very much.

After asking the adults for their opinions, Mrs. Zhou asked Zhou Yang herself, "Xiaoyang, tell yourself, would you like to study in Ziyun County?"

Zhou Yang tried his best to maintain his increasingly handsome face, and said calmly, "Grandma, I want to study."

During this period of time, although his grandparents, parents, and even his second and third uncles wanted him to concentrate on studying at home, Zhou Yang knew that self-study at home was far less fast than having a teacher in school.

He himself has been looking forward to the news that the village school will be opened again, but seeing his mother going out early and returning late every day to sell vegetable cakes, grandma going to dig wild vegetables, and grandpa, his father and third uncle busy with the field, he knows that the family is making money. It's not easy, so I never revealed my inner thoughts.

Now that he has the opportunity, Zhou Yang doesn't want to give up, although his family's economic pressure will increase again because he went to Ziyun County School to study.

He knew that only by studying hard and taking the imperial examination could he truly change the family.

So when Mrs. Zhou asked his own opinion, Zhou Yang expressed his true inner thoughts.

Mrs. Zhou nodded when she heard Zhou Yang's words, "Succeed, since Xiaoyang is willing, second child, you can find someone for this matter, ask, and let Xiaoyang enroll earlier."

In fact, Mrs. Zhou wanted Zhou Zhoulang to go directly to shopkeeper Shi of Xianwei Building to see if he could find a way to get a place in the county school, but thinking that Zhou Zhoulang was no longer working as a bookkeeper with Shi shopkeeper, she changed a statement.

Zhou Zhoulang didn't hesitate, and when he heard the old lady's words, he agreed, "Okay, I'll go and ask tomorrow."

As he said that, Zhou Zhoulang turned the topic to the sour and dried bamboo shoots at home, "Mother, sister-in-law, I see that there are a lot of dried and sour bamboo shoots at home, we can't eat so much by ourselves, I want to bring them tomorrow." Go to Xianweilou and show Shopkeeper Shi, if it works, it will be a fortune for our family."

"By the way, let Xiaoyang go with me, and ask shopkeeper Shi, if there is any way to get a place in the county school."

Mrs. Yang looked at Mrs. Zhou, "Mother, I think the second method is feasible, why don't we follow the second method?"

Mrs. Zhou couldn't think of a good solution for a while, so she agreed to Zhou Zhoulang's solution, "Success, bring the bamboo shoots tomorrow, and let Xiaoyang go with you."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Zhou said to Mrs. Yang, "Chunhua, teach my second son how to make bamboo shoots. When my second son goes tomorrow, I can introduce it to Shopkeeper Shi."

Bamboo shoots are a good thing, but no one will eat them. If they want to sell them, they have to be prepared and taste good.

Mrs. Yang figured out several eating methods by herself, and there are several eating methods mentioned by Su Jinli, so for the time being, no one knows better than Mrs. Yang about using bamboo shoots for cooking.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhou made a special confession to Mrs. Yang.

Yang said, "Mother, I will teach my second child to do it tomorrow morning."

The next day, Yang taught Zhou Yilang to make shredded pork with sour bamboo shoots, stir-fried sour bamboo shoots, and chicken soup with dried bamboo shoots in three ways.Zhou Zhoulang read it once, and made it again by himself. Perhaps he has a talent for cooking, and the taste of his cooking is comparable to that of Yang's cooking.

Su Jinli and Zhou Xing tasted it and agreed.

After packing the bamboo shoots, Zhou Zhoulang will be called Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang got ready early in the morning, just waiting for Zhou Zhoulang, and when he heard him call, he immediately got up and came out, "Second Uncle, you can go."

Zhou Yilang picked up Su Jinli, "Little Jinli, go with uncle."

Su Jinli was thinking about how to follow Zhou Zhoulang to the street, and when he picked him up and said this, he immediately nodded with a smile, "Okay, let's go with uncle."

Zhou Xing pouted his eyes, unhappy, "Second Uncle, I want to go too."

As soon as the words came out, Yang slapped the back of the head from behind, "Your second uncle is going to deal with business, you brat, why not join in the fun, go and play by yourself."

Zhou Xing was reprimanded by his mother, and he didn't dare to refute, so he turned around and left in despair. When Su Jinli saw it, he immediately said loudly, "Cousin Xing, be good, and Jinli will bring candy back to my cousin."

Zhou Xing became happy when he heard this, but he felt a little embarrassed when he heard that his sister wanted to buy candy for him, and he shyly grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Sister, I'm already an older child, and actually, I don't need to buy it." Sugar."

Su Jinli said, "Cousin Xing is only eight years old, not too old, he can eat candy."

When Zhou Xing heard this, he made excuses on purpose, "Well, it's my sister who wants to buy it for me, not my cousin who wants to eat it himself."

Su Jinli nodded limply, "Yeah, it's Jinli who wants to buy it for my cousin, not my cousin himself, Jinli remembers."

A big smile appeared on Zhou Xing's face, "Then sister, go with the second uncle. I'll catch birds for you. When you come back, I'll treat you to roast birds."

Su Jinli nodded obediently, and was carried into the bullock cart by Zhou Zhoulang.

Mrs. Yang was going to sell vegetable cakes, so she got into the bullock cart together.

Along the way, Su Jinli kept talking about bringing candy to Zhou Xing and buying beautiful flowers for Zhou Ying.

When Yang Shi heard Su Jinli's soft words, she squeezed her face in a funny way.

Soon, the bullock cart arrived at the pier. Zhou Zhoulang helped unload the things from the bullock cart, and helped Yang to raise the stove. After everything was done, he carried Su Jinli and took Zhou Yang to the Xianwei Building .

Two days ago, Zhou Zhoulang came here once, saying that he would send some new things to Shopkeeper Shi.

Although shopkeeper Shi was dubious, he also looked forward to Zhou Zhoulang's visit.

So when Zhou Yilang brought Su Jinli and Zhou Yang into the Xianwei Building, Shopkeeper Shi greeted him, "Erlang, you're here. Did you bring the new things you mentioned last time?"

Zhou Zhoulang patted the pannier on his back with his backhand, "Uncle Shi, it's all inside, let's go to the backyard and talk?"

Shopkeeper Shi heard that Zhou Zhou Lang really brought something, and immediately said, "Okay, let's talk in the backyard, let's talk in the backyard."

While talking, shopkeeper Shi led Zhou Zhoulang to the backyard.

When he arrived in the backyard, Zhou Zhoulang put down the basket, took out the dried bamboo shoots in the cloth bag, and showed it to shopkeeper Shi, "Uncle Shi, these are dried bamboo shoots from my house. Look, there are pickled bamboo shoots in this jar." The sour bamboo shoots are sour, crunchy and refreshing, you can taste them with chopsticks."

Shopkeeper Shi looked at the two items put out by Zhou Yilang, and looked at him with doubts, "Erlang, is this the new thing you told me two days ago?"

Tuesday Lang nodded, "Uncle Shi, that's it. Didn't we have a snowstorm a few years ago? There was no food at home after the beginning of spring. My sister-in-law and my mother brought these things back to fill our stomachs. I thought they were not delicious, but I didn't expect them to be marinated." Afterwards, the taste was very refreshing, and the family dug a lot of bamboo shoots one after another."

Hearing this, shopkeeper Shi still felt that Zhou Zhoulang was lying to him, but he didn't reject it as much as he did at the beginning.

He took the chopsticks and plates suspiciously, took some sour bamboo shoots out of the jar, and under Zhou Zhoulang's expectant gaze, he slowly put a piece of sour bamboo shoots into his mouth, chewing carefully.

(End of this chapter)