The King of Quick Transmigration took the wrong cannon fodder script!

Chapter 395 The eldest princess in the giant pit (one hundred and forty-five)

Yangcheng, ghost market.

The market opened from 11pm to 3am.

There are many people coming from all directions.

No tickets required, no purchase limit, 10 yuan per barrel (L) of vegetable oil.

What family wouldn’t want that?

A total of four thousand barrels of oil were delivered at eight o'clock in the evening. Except for the black market, which was taken home for food, it was sold out before dawn.

Five o'clock in the morning.

In a private courtyard on an old arcade street, a dozen men who had made a lot of money last night were watching a short man cooking.

The short man is actually not a serious cook. His grandfather has been selling breakfast in Xiguan Old Street since his generation.

He has no other skills, but he is fairly experienced in making dough with yeast.

At this time, there was a large pot of fermented dough in front of him.

Pouring oil into the double-eared iron pot on the briquette stove.

He planned to make a very common Yangcheng breakfast for his brothers - fried ghost.

Fried ghosts are also called 禃子, fried fruit, big fruit, fried steamed buns, and fried Qin Hui, which are similar to fried dough sticks.

The last three years.

Not to mention having a fried ghost with porridge in the morning!

Whose family is going through life and cooking with oil?

Boiling is a common cooking method in the homes of Yangcheng people.

The grand occasion of pouring a ten kilogram bucket of oil into the pot has never been so extravagant even in the home of a black market tycoon.

"dong dong dong"

The sound of pouring oil and the sound of the men's heartbeats are superimposed, which is quite exciting.

As the temperature of the yellow palm oil rises, the special oil fragrance spreads.

The short man had nothing else in his eyes. He only took a long chopstick and concentrated on testing the temperature of the oil.

When the tip of the chopsticks inserted into the oil pan began to bubble, he began to cut the fermented dough.

The cut dough was stretched into strips 1 cm thick and about 10 cm long.

Then fold the two pieces up and down, press them with a narrow wooden strip in the middle, rotate them, stretch them and put them in a hot oil pan for frying.

"Zi la la"

The fried ghost dances in the oil pan and swells up visibly to the naked eye.

One, two, three.

After about seven or eight minutes, the short man took out a large pot of loose, crispy, yellow and fragrant fried ghost.

While the oil was still warm, he continued working.

The men, who had been drooling and waiting impatiently, pounced on him like hungry wolves.

Ignoring the fact that it was hot, one of them grabbed one in his hand.

"His ha. His ha" he hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

The fried ghost is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. You can hear the crispy sound when you bite into it.

Early winter morning.

There is no deep-fried fish freshly fished out of the pan that can soothe the spleen and stomach of Yangcheng people.

While the black market boss was savoring the fried ghost, he communicated in a low voice with the short man.

"Anan, what do you think of this palm oil?"

"Brother Dao, this oil is very resistant to high temperatures. Look, the pot of fried oil you just fried is golden in color and not burnt, and the oil smoke is not big. How do you think the taste of this fried oil is better than soybean oil?"

“Crispy and fragrant, it tastes great!”

"I heard that this palm tree grows in Guizhou Province next door. Do we want it?"

"Well, I was afraid that everyone wouldn't be able to get used to the taste of the oil. Since the response is so good, we can't cut off the road to Shencheng! Finally, we sent someone to Guangxi Province. There are people who know how to extract this oil. from"

Four thousand barrels of palm oil are in Yangcheng, and there is not even a splash. Pour a spoonful of oil into the pan?

That is simply impossible!

The shrewd housewives had no choice but to take a cloth soaked in oil and rub it into the pot.

They not only praised the fair black market price of this large barrel of oil, but also praised the barrel containing the oil.

Someone fell while carrying an oil drum home in the dark night. When he fell to the ground, he didn't care about his own injury and felt sorry for the oil drum.

Unexpectedly, this glass bucket is quite durable!

Which family doesn’t have parents, and which family doesn’t have brothers and sisters?

With such good quality and cheap oil, of course I have to buy a few barrels for my relatives.

Repeat customers come in every day to inquire, and some even want to buy at a premium.

Those who have eaten this oil have a good acceptance of it.

Big business needs to be done.

The black market boss hurriedly exchanged 200,000 Hong Kong dollars and went to Hong Kong City.

In-demand items such as wristwatches, pocket watches, and wall clocks are still abundant in Hong Kong cities.

Hong Kong City requires no tickets and no purchase restrictions, just money!

Apart from being careful about being taken advantage of by local gangsters, this purchase channel is really good.

He couldn't wait to contact Brother Dayang.

He has repeatedly stated that he can purchase palm oil for a long time and can eat as much as he has.

So, a week later, Mrs. You received more than 300 classic brand-name watches, several gold pocket watches, and two half-person-high table clocks.

The clock that can tell the time and clank when the time comes has become the darling of the whole city as soon as it appears.

One of them was taken to the Yamen by Youadi.

Euphemistically called it, it allows government offices to get to and from get off work on time.

The remaining one was put into a department store as a store treasure.

The price is 10,000 centimeters.

For watches and the like, the minimum price is 3,000 centimeters.

Nowadays, the average family in Xianju City has at least two yuan of this luxury product.

Recently, Sanshu You introduced the custom of giving ladies watches as betrothal gifts.

As soon as these watches hit the counter, the women's models attracted many unmarried young men to stop.

Maybe it was the collective wedding three years ago that inspired many parents.

In the past two years, everyone seems to have formed a tacit understanding of getting together to get married.

However, during the migration in August this year, the wedding was delayed.

Just after they finished cleaning the new yard and hurriedly asked the woodwork shop to make the bed, many parents began to organize a group wedding.

The biggest advantage of the three brigades living together is that they can see each other easily.

It is easy to find out the temperament of the young lady and the young man.

Because You Dalang has been in a savage state for the past two years and rarely appears in the tribe, the mothers-in-law who want this best son-in-law to come to see him can't even see him.

There is an elder sister who is determined to cultivate immortality in this life, and an elder brother who protects the family and the city as an example.

Yu Erlang and Yu Sanlang, who were already adults in the eyes of others, did not care much about marrying a wife.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao worrying about her sons, Mrs. You comforted her and said, "Don't worry, Mom. You and Dad are only thirty years old, so you can still give it a try."

Ms. Zhao was puzzled: "What's the fight?"

"You are trying to have four children! The children are not obedient when they grow up. If you want to have good children, you have to give birth to them again!"

"You, you, what nonsense are you talking about? Women my age are already grandmothers, and you still ask me to give birth to a baby!"

Mrs. Zhao was so shocked by her eldest daughter's suggestion that she became incoherent.

Mrs. You, who was actually old enough to be a grandmother, suddenly felt that the arrow she had shot had turned around and pierced her heart.

(End of this chapter)