Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 15

With a bitter face, Shen Hui said, "It's not that I feel bad about money, but I feel that if you spend money like you, I'm afraid we won't be able to save 200 taels in our lifetime." She always wanted to save 200 taels by saving money.Shen Qing didn't think so, relying on saving money, even if they closed their mouths, they would not be able to save 200 taels in ten years.

Instead of picking and searching for small money, it is better to let go and do big things.

Shen Qing thought of another thing, "Sister, if we can win the bet, we have to quickly buy the foundation of this house, as well as the wasteland around this place, they will be of great use in the future." When it comes to land, it is really worrying to have the opportunity but no money, so as long as she has money, her first thing is to buy land, the more the better.

Shen Hui couldn't keep up with her younger sister's train of thought.

She doesn't even know if there will be next year, but she is thinking of buying land.

The next day, besides Fan's father and father, there was also his daughter named Fan Cuicui.She is a girl who chatters, talks and laughs, and has a crisp voice.

He just looks like Fan Dashan, his facial features are not very good-looking, and he is also short.

"I heard from my brother that two beautiful girls from other villages lived in the old house of Uncle Guo's house at the foot of the mountain. I didn't believe it at first, but now that I've seen it, I have to believe it!"

Shen Hui blushed when she was told, and said cautiously: "The house is small, I can't move away, sister, don't be disgusted, sit down!"

Fan Cuicui said loudly: "The foundation of the Guo family's house is small, unlike our houses in the mountains. It can be built as large as they want. As long as the police don't run up the mountain, no one can care."

Boss Fan scolded, "Cui Cui, you're talking nonsense again."

Fan Cuicui stuck out her tongue and said, "My father is timid and doesn't dare to say anything. Sister Hui, I'll help you feed the chickens."

This is a diligent girl, when she comes, she surrounds Shen Hui, helping her wash and cook, chop vegetables and feed the chickens, keeping her feet on the ground.

With her in the kitchen, Shen Qing didn't care about the cooking, but worked with Fan's family, and Huo Lin did the same.

The small river ditches are dredged, and the excavated silt is spread on the freshly prepared vegetable ridges. After a few days in the sun, mixed with the green ash from the stove, it is the best farm manure.

There are many good things hidden in the ditch that is about to dry up, and there are many loaches hidden in the mud.

Shen Qing quickly commanded, "Xiao Linzi, go back and get a bucket. Keep the fry. Wait until the ditch is clear before putting the fry in. You can catch some loaches. Let's stew the loaches at noon."

"Hey!" Huo Lin ran very fast, and when he came back he was carrying a bucket in one hand and a basin in the other. Fan Cuicui also followed, shouting that he wanted to go down to catch the loach, but was scolded by Boss Fan.

I caught half a bucket of loach, wrapped in mud and drilled around in the bucket, looking at it made my scalp tingle.

Huo Lin worried, "How do I clean this up?"

Shen Qing was also in trouble, the loach was sticky, she didn't want to do it.

Fan Cuicui rolled up her sleeves and said proudly, "Look at me!"

I saw that she got some green ash and poured all the loach on it.

"It won't slip when it's wrapped in green ash." She squatted there, using scissors in one hand and grabbing the loach with the other. With a swipe, the belly of the loach slid open. She scraped it again and the internal organs came out. She threw it into the bucket and it was done. .

Shen Qing gave her a thumbs up, "Amazing!"

Fan Cuicui was very proud, "It's great that you guys have moved here. I will often go down the mountain to play with you in the future. You don't know, but I'm almost suffocated on the mountain."

Shen Qing asked: "Don't your mother ask you to work?"

Fan Cuicui shook her head, "It's okay, I have a grandma at home, her legs and feet are faster than mine, and her work is more slick than mine. My mother thinks I'm clumsy, and she doesn't ask me to do anything except cooking and washing clothes." Besides, there are no fields in the mountains, and there is no need to cut rapeseed and wheat, so it is very leisurely."

Shen Qing was very envious, "Your mother loves you so much, she is reluctant to ask you to work."

Fan Cuicui smiled, "I think so too, Sister Qing, I heard that your mother is dead, what about your father?"

Huo Lin quickly glanced at Shen Qing, worried that she would be sad.

"My father... is dead too." Living is no different from being dead.

Fan Cuicui was very concerned, "Then why didn't they bury together?" She heard that Shen Qingniang was buried by the stream.

"Uh... that stewed loach, if only there were eggs. I heard that stewed eggs with loach is fresher than chicken soup. It's a pity that we don't have any hens." Huo Lin hurriedly interrupted, thinking that this sister would say everything.

Fan Cuicui said carelessly: "What's the matter, I'll give you an old hen tomorrow."

Shen Qing: "Ahem! How much can a hen in your family sell in the town?"

"Hmm... In terms of selling, one weighs three to four kilograms, which can be sold for about fifty cents, and pork costs twenty cents per catty. It's not as cost-effective as stewing an old hen. I have more than 20 old hens at home, and I can harvest them in one day. There are a lot of eggs!”

Huo Lin was shocked, "How much food do you need to feed me? Your family doesn't have any land."

Fan Cuicui sighed, "No, once this brood of chicks grows up, they will have to eat every day, so my mother plans to sell half of the hens."

Shen Qing thought for a while, and said: "Let's do this! Just pay fifty cents a piece, and tomorrow you will bring me five old hens that can only lay eggs."

"Five? You buy so many, what do you feed them? They have a big appetite!"

Huo Lin also said: "That's right! Isn't it the same when the chicken grows?"

Shen Qing glanced at him, "Your grandpa is not in good health, it's best to eat an egg every day for nourishment."

"Ah! I..." Huo Lin bowed his head in shame, it turned out that Qing'er sister was thinking about his grandpa.

Fan Cuicui said angrily: "It's enough to buy three hens. I'll charge you two, and I'll give you the remaining one as a gift."

Shen Qing was amused by her, "Won't your mother beat you?"

"No, my mother loves me the most."

The loach was burned by Shen Qing, and Shen Hui was afraid and dared not handle it.

Fan Cuicui wanted to cook it, but after Fan Xiaoshan found out, he tried his best to stop him, and told Shen Qing that his sister's cooking was unpalatable. This statement was approved by Boss Fan, and it can be seen that he also loves his daughter's cooking skills.

Burn the vegetable oil in the pot until it smokes, fry the cleaned loach in the pan, and fry until both sides are golden, then add cold water, a little lard, cover the pot, and simmer slowly on low heat, so that a milky white soup can be stewed juice.

"I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. Can I have a bowl later?" Fan Cuicui stared at the steaming pot lid, her eyes widening.

Fan Xiaoshan came over and rewarded her with a chestnut, "Eat and eat, you will know how to eat it. This is stewed for Uncle Huo. Hurry up and pack up the things. We have to go home. Mother and grandma are still waiting at home!"

Shen Hui said: "After eating, there are also thick flour pancakes!"

Freshly ground corn noodles, the filling is wild vegetables and lard residue, and a layer of lard is smeared in the pot during the kang.

When it comes out of the pot, the side that sticks to the pot is very fragrant and crispy when you take a bite. The filling inside is so meaty that when you take one bite, your mouth will be filled with oil. It’s so satisfying!

Shen Qing brought a bamboo dustpan covered with cloth. When he opened it, there were golden corn flour pancakes inside.

Fan Xiaoshan couldn't resist, and wiped his hands on the front of his shirt, "Then I'll eat one, just one."

He said he ate one, but in fact he ate three and was reluctant to let go.

(End of this chapter)