reborn peasant mother

Chapter 96

At night, Feng Yujiang counted under the kerosene lamp. Today, her jelly sold for a total of three yuan or sixty cents.It is much less than the daily money she used to sell fried buns and meatball soup, but this is only the first day!Besides, jelly is different from fried buns, it costs less!

However, jelly is sold in season, once it is after autumn, it cannot be sold.But at that time, fried buns can be sold again.

Or, Feng Yujiang wondered, since the jelly is so profitable, can she sell fried noodles?

Summer jelly is of course easy to sell, and the local weather will be hotter after the beginning of autumn. As the so-called autumn tiger, it can still be sold for a while.And if you want to make this in winter, you can’t sell it cold, you have to make it into fried powder.

The first step in frying powder is to make jelly, but the subsequent processing is more complicated.Making fried noodles is the same as fried buns. You need to use a stove and a flat iron pan. Cut the jelly into generous pieces. Put oil, salt, ginger, onion, and garlic in the iron pan, and fry the jelly on low heat until both sides are golden and fragrant. It is overflowing, crystal clear like jelly, delicious, hot, and can be eaten as a full meal.

Feng Yujiang thought, to make fried noodles, the pan and stove for fried buns can be used together, and the steamed buns can be sold in a pot with a spatula, and it will definitely work if the pan is used for fried noodles.I'm afraid she won't be able to do it alone.

Feng Yujiang wanted to make money and start a business, so she couldn't help but think about food and drink. In her previous life, she spent all day around the cooking pots except for farming. This is what she can do. of.

"Mom, can you make money?"

Er Ya, who was doing her homework next to her, raised her head and asked her.

In the west hall where Feng Yujiang lived, there was a small square table against the north wall. Erya and Gangzi used to sit on this table at night, doing their homework by the oil lamp.

"Yes, I can't afford it. No matter what, it's better than nothing."

"Mom, I'm done." Gangzi picked up the notebook and handed it to Feng Yujiang.

Feng Yujiang didn't have the habit of checking her children's homework. On the one hand, she was self-aware of her own culture, and her level was no higher than Erya and Gangzi, and even more incomparable with Shanzi.On the other hand, the two children just sat down under the oil lamp, writing and calculating steadily, and Feng Yujiang didn't feel uneasy when he saw it.

However, Gangzi likes to show her homework, just to show off himself and get a compliment, so Feng Yujiang looked at it carefully and said:
"Okay, I can write better than your mother. Your mother can write a few words in total, and she stretches her legs and arms."

Gangzi giggled when he heard this, and unconsciously picked his nose with his fingers, and when he picked it, his fingers were blackened.

The kerosene lamp was dim and black, and the two children leaned their heads under the lamp to write all night, so they couldn't avoid inhaling the black ash in their nostrils.

"Hurry up and wash it, it's not too dirty." Feng Yujiang said.

Gangzi laughed and poured water to wash his face.Erya wrote for a while longer, and it looked like she was done, so she took the initiative to pour water to wash her hands and face, and even washed her nose specially.

"Mom, I heard that there is going to be a power connection in the town, when will it be connected to our place?"

Feng Yujiang said: "I heard that electricity is going to be pulled. I was selling jelly today, and I saw electric poles on the side of the road. There was one not far away, and there were workers burying the electric poles. Not to our house."

At this moment, Xiao Wu began to cry, this Xiao Wu's crying was calm and slow, and I don't know whose temperament it was.Feng Yujiang collected the money on the table, picked up Xiao Wu and nursed her.

Zhong Jipeng pushed the door open and came in, and asked:
"Why, why is Xiao Wu crying again?"

Feng Yujiang didn't answer him, but instead asked, "Where have you been? You won't come home this late."

Zhong Jipeng leaned over to tease Xiao Wu, and said, "Where can I go? At home, I heard the kid gossip. I'm just hanging out with a bunch of old men."

(End of this chapter)