Wearing eighty books, the little widow turns into a rich woman

Chapter 88 Chapter 88

Lin Lan nodded with a smile: "Okay, Mom will tell you about the three little pigs. In a remote mountain village, there lived a mother pig and her three cute little pigs. Mom worked hard every day, and the little pigs worked hard every day." The sky has grown up..."

Lin Lan looked at her sleeping son, leaned over and kissed him. She bought these stories before and told her little niece. The older she gets, the more she likes children. She also wanted to persuade Liu Jianguo to do artificial insemination, but she didn't expect that garbage...

She stopped her wild thoughts, got out of bed and left the room, scooped up six catties of glutinous rice in the main room, washed it lightly and soaked it in the bucket.

The two finished the pea cake, washed up and went to bed separately.

After Lin Lan had the watch sent by Lin Guoliang, it was much more convenient. When Jijue woke up, he turned on the light and looked at it until 04:30, and then squinted for a while before getting up and getting dressed at 05:30.

Lin Yuezhen got up when she heard the movement.

Lin Lan brought over the wooden bucket where the orchid beans were soaked and told her to cut the orchid beans before looking at the glutinous rice soaked in the bucket.

After changing the water once, I went to look at the marinated pork belly and saw that it was already tasty.

I went to the firewood room to grab a handful of straw, twisted a handful of thin grass ropes to string up the meat strips, and hung them on the wooden sticks on the stove for smoking.

When she finished the kidney bean rolls, Lin Yuezhen had already cut the beans and started to fry the orchid beans.

At 07:30, the morning delivery was ready by two people.

Lin Lan went to the pigsty. Seeing the owner coming, the two little pigs turned over and lay on the low wall of the partition, whining and chirping.

Picking up the bamboo stick, he whipped the pig twice, and scolded: "There's still some food for the pig, get out of here quickly."

The two little pigs were lying there looking at the chick that the owner was putting under the sling. The little goose took it away, and obediently got off the low wall and went back to lie down in the pig's nest.

Lin Lan grabbed the chickens and put them under the sack to cover them, and put some broken rice and shredded ramie leaves. Seeing them huddled in front of the broken pottery bowl for food, she felt relieved.

Half of the old lady's fifteen chicks are roosters, and the two goslings are female geese. Including the dozen or so chickens at home, there are more than 30 chickens in total. Fortunately, there is bean dregs left by Yang Liying, otherwise the daily Chicken food is also a problem.

"Mom, I'm up." Xiaodouzi said while clutching her crotch and running towards the pigsty.

Lin Lan saw how he ran so that his heels didn't touch the ground, and laughed: "Little rascal, it's like this every day, next time get up early and go to the toilet!"

Lin Yuezhen stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Xiaodouzi with a smile. She liked this place, Lin Lan and Xiaodouzi.

After the three of them had eaten, Xiaodouzi put down the bowl and went to make chicken food first, then went to the pigsty to open the small door of the chicken pen, and the two hens ran out in a swarm with a group of soldiers.

He found something white in the chicken coop, looked at it with his head, picked it up and shouted happily: "Mom, the little hen has laid an egg."

Seeing his happy look, Lin Lan also laughed: "Take it and put it in a rice bowl, and eat steamed egg custard at noon."

"Hey!" Xiao Douding happily took the egg, went to the kitchen and showed off to Aunt Yuezhen again.

When Zhou Xiaohong came to pick up the goods, she asked Lin Lan to double the amount.

Lin Lan agreed to her request, and asked her about the clothing factory stall, and Zhou Xiaohong told her everything she knew.

After sending Zhou Xiaohong away, Lin Lan asked Yuezhen to make red bean paste at home, and she was ready to go to work with a strap on her back.

Lin Yuezhen gestured to work for her, but Lin Lan refused.

When she is not at home, Yuezhen helps her to do work, and others have nothing to say, but if she is asked to do work for her, some people will say that she is exploiting her cousin.

Early in the morning, the head was full, Lin Lan wore a straw hat and carried a backpack to the foot of the mountain.

Liu Jinbao rushed out from the thatched shed and looked at her darkly: "Stinky bitch, did someone from your family hit me with a black stick?"

"Hahaha...haha...!" Lin Lan laughed gloatingly, "The bastard has his own way, why don't you beat you bastard to death!"

Liu Jinbao was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched: "Bitch, you don't have to be happy, I see how long you've been pretending?"

Lin Lan smiled and waved the sickle: "Grandson, you are a waste of air to live. If you are beaten to death by some hero, my aunt will buy a few thousand-ring firecrackers to celebrate."

"You~" Liu Jinbao stared at her sullenly, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, "I've thought about it, no one except your family would dare to attack me."

Lin Lan snorted coldly: "Gui grandson, those who want to beat you can go to the police station from here."

Liu Jinbao stared at Lin Lan: "The surname is Lin, you wait for me!"

"Wait and wait, my aunt is afraid that you will fail." Lin Lan didn't even bother to look at him, and went straight to the foot of the mountain to mow grass.

Seeing Lin Lan's fearless look, Liu Jinbao clenched his fists angrily. He didn't turn around until two people came over from the other side.

Lin Lan turned her head to look at him, bent down and swung the sickle quickly.

When she came home from work, Lin Yuezhen had already made lunch and made bean paste.

"Sister, with you at home, I feel much more relaxed."

Lin Yuezhen looked at her gratefully and gestured: "Thank you Xiaolan."

After lunch, Lin Lan and Yuezhen rolled the bean paste into bean paste balls, cut the suet into pieces, mixed a little sugar in it, and started making zongzi.

Xiaodouzi was playing with hoops on the eaves of the steps, while Dahuang lay beside him and looked up at him from time to time.

Lin Lan rinsed the soaked glutinous rice twice, put the filtered water into a urea bag and weighed it with a scale. It was calculated that a catty of glutinous rice after soaking was more than two catties.

Pour it out and divide it into three parts, one variety contains more than three catties of glutinous rice.

Lin Yuezhen tore the soaked palm leaves into thin strips to bind the zongzi.

Lin Lan picked up one of the selected zong leaves, crossed the head and tail, and folded it into a short triangle shape at 1/3 of the zong leaves.

Spread a spoonful of soaked glutinous rice on the bottom, put in a few pieces of suet and then add bean paste filling, and finally add two spoonfuls of glutinous rice to spread it evenly, tie the circle with zong leaves, and finally tie a knot at the end.

More than three catties of glutinous rice plus red bean paste balls, wrapped forty red bean paste dumplings.

After wrapping the rice dumplings, Lin Lan suddenly remembered that she hadn't heard the sound of Xiaodouzi rolling the hoop for a while, so she walked quickly to the door, but she didn't see Xiaodouzi, only Rhubarb lying at the door of the east chamber.

He hurriedly ran to the door of the East Chamber, and saw him lying on the bed and fell asleep, with a baby book in his hand.

Lin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, took off his shoes, and pulled up the quilt to cover him.Xiaodouzi opened his eyes and glanced at Lin Lan, then closed them again.

Turning around and seeing Yuezhen standing at the door, Lin Lan smiled at her and said in a low voice, "Little rascal, you scared me."

Yuezhen nodded with a smile, and the two went back to the kitchen to cook rice dumplings.

After scooping up a few ladles of water and pouring it into a sand pot to boil, put the red bean paste rice dumpling into the lid and simmer.

The strips of bacon hanging above the stove were already half-dry after baking for a long time, and oil droplets dripped on the edge of the stove from time to time, making a hissing sound.

(End of this chapter)