No regrets ninety-two

Chapter 7 Can You Eat Meat During Chinese New Year?

After more than an hour of busy work, the crowd gradually dispersed. At this time, Wu Xiaozheng's stomach was already growling with hunger.

Taking advantage of the small number of people, Wu Xiaozheng explained to Liu Shuigen the recipe of fried pork with shredded radish in detail, and told him the essentials and how to control the heat. In this way, this dish can become a regular home-cooked dish in this small shop Yes, so that Liu Shuigen can also smoothly dispose of the large pile of radishes he bought today.

"Okay, Wu Xiaozheng, you have worked hard today, and I have to trouble you to cook a few more dishes. Let's have lunch together."

Before he knew it, Liu Shuigen no longer regarded Wu Xiao as a child.

Eating lunch here is a must. Wu Xiaozheng didn't want to go home hungry with his grandfather, so he didn't welcome you, and got busy again.

After a few side dishes were cooked, Wu Changhe was invited into the shop. Liu Shuigen also took out a bottle of wine, and first poured a glass for Wu Changhe and himself.

"Wu Xiaozheng, do you want a drink too?"

Liu Shuigen asked jokingly, he seemed to be in a pretty good mood.Of course he is in a good mood, because with Wu Xiaozheng at noon today, the income from one meal can exceed the usual two or three days.

Wu Xiaozheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Not to mention, in his previous life he was really a little addicted to extravagant alcohol, to the point where he couldn't enjoy himself without drinking, otherwise he wouldn't have jumped off a building drunk.

"Forget it, it's easy to miss things when you're drunk." Wu Xiaozheng waved his hand.

While this body has not become dependent on alcohol, it is better to drink less alcohol, in case one day drinks too much and wants to fly again, it will be bad.

"Why do you always talk like an adult!"

Liu Shuigen said something with a smile, and then toasted Wu Changhe.

Wu Changhe was still a bit reserved, but he was also a good drinker, and he liked to have a sip at home when he had nothing to do, so he was no more polite to Liu Shuigen.

"Old Uncle Wu, your Wu Xiaozheng is really sensible, if only my son is as sensible as him."

While drinking, Liu Shuigen started arguing with Wu Changhe.After the comparison, he was still feeling sorry for his useless son.

Wu Changhe smiled, but did not speak.

Although he was still a little puzzled, Wu Changhe really felt very happy now.

The grandson is finally sensible and promising!
His eldest grandson not only miraculously helped sell the radishes, but also allowed him to drink wine and eat meat, which made him happier than anything else.

And there are things that make him happier.

After finishing the meal, Liu Shuigen took out a small stack of money and handed it to Wu Xiaozheng: "Chef Wu, today you cooked a total of 56 dishes. According to the agreement, the 56 yuan is your hard work."

Wu Changhe was even more surprised.

Not only did my grandson sell the radishes, but he still had so much income when he made a living?Can earn as much as 56 yuan in one noon?This is much better than growing vegetables and selling radishes!

Wu Xiaozheng took the stack of money, took out another 20 yuan and handed it back to Liu Shuigen.

"I won't take the commission for today's fried pork with shredded radish. The rest is what I should take, so I won't be polite to you." Wu Xiaozheng's tone was still so adult.

Wu Xiaozheng knew exactly how many dishes he cooked today, and he knew that Liu Shuigen hadn't lied to him.

As a shrewd small businessman, Liu Shuigen can still keep his promises and not take advantage of petty advantages. This quality is worthy of Wu Xiaozheng's appreciation, so he doesn't want to take advantage of Liu Shuigen either.

After some delay, Liu Shuigen accepted the 20 yuan, and asked expectantly, "Are you coming back tomorrow? Why don't you come back tomorrow, and the commission will remain the same."

"Let me see, I'll come if it's okay."

Wu Xiaozheng did not refuse, because he really needs money now, and before he has no other sources of income, it is also a way to come to Liu Shuigen to earn a little money.

"Go, let's go home."

After coming out of Liu Shuigen's shop, Wu Changhe, who was a little drunk, pushed the tricycle, ready to take Wu Xiaozheng home.

I seem to have forgotten something!Wu Xiaozheng frowned.

"Grandpa, wait for me a little longer, I'll go weigh some meat for my sister."

Wu Xiaozheng remembered the sentence Wu Xiaoli muttered with tears in the morning: "It's pickled radish again!"

He felt sore when he thought about it, because of the family accident, it became a luxury for the young girl to even eat a bite of meat, and he must not let this happen.

Wu Changhe sighed again.

Although he was still worrying about money, he didn't say anything to stop him.

In this era, meat is not expensive, only three yuan a catty.Wu Xiaozheng quickly went to the market and came back with a piece of meat in his hand.

"Grandpa, let me ride when I get back."

Seeing that Wu Changhe was a little drunk, Wu Xiaozheng made a new proposal.He felt that his small body really needed to be exercised, otherwise he would not be able to bear the heavy burden in the future.

"Then try it." Wu Changhe didn't refuse any more, and happily sat on the back of the tricycle.

For Wu Xiaozheng, who is not yet 14 years old, the tricycle carrying one person is still a little heavy, but he can barely handle it. Wu Xiaozheng rode unsteadily on the road.

"Xiaozheng, when did you learn to cook?" Wu Changhe, who was still a little excited, finally asked tentatively.

"Oh, I studied it in books." Wu Xiaozheng replied in a coping manner.

There is really no way to explain this matter, but Wu Xiaozheng knows Wu Changhe's character, and using books to get rid of him should barely be able to deal with this old farmer who doesn't have much education.

Sure enough, Wu Changhe didn't investigate carefully, but asked tentatively: "Xiaozheng, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the radishes in the field may not be sold, why don't we sell the Chinese New Year pigs."

This is an era when the economy is not yet developed enough.

For rural people, it is not easy to eat a bite of meat because of lack of money. Therefore, each household will raise one or two pigs every year, and kill them before the Chinese New Year, so that the family can eat enough. With a few meals of meat, you can live a restless year.

If it weren't for the difficulties at home, under normal circumstances they would not sell the New Year pigs.

Wu Changhe really had this idea. If the radishes really couldn't be sold, and if there was no other source of income, he really had to sell the Chinese New Year pigs, so that he could barely get over the difficulty after the Spring Festival.

Of course, he also thought carefully.He saw that Wu Xiaozheng could earn dozens of dollars in one noon, and he was looking forward to Wu Xiaozheng continuing tomorrow, but he couldn't bear to say this directly to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid.

Of course, Wu Changhe's careful thinking couldn't be hidden from Wu Xiaozheng. He replied with a smile, "Grandpa, don't worry, the Chinese New Year pigs don't need to be sold, and my sister and my tuition fees will be covered by me."

Just kidding, if you can't even eat a bite of meat during the Chinese New Year, then Wu Xiaozheng's decades in his previous life would have been in vain.

Not only that, the tuition fee of a few hundred dollars is far from his goal, but his pursuit is to let his family live a happy life.

However, how to make money really cost him a little thought.

　This book is a relatively light farming essay, there will not be too much pretense and slap in the face, and it will not desperately look at the money. It may write about common people and things in life. I hope it can move people with emotion. Readers please understand .

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