Pinellia pastoral

Chapter 52 Tapioca Paste
When the cock crows, Pinellia is still very energetic.

She opened her eyes wide in the darkness, but she was surrounded by chaos, and she couldn't see anything clearly. Occasionally, she could hear the sound of the wind blowing on the window lattice, and she pulled the quilt on her body.

Gu Ya'er muttered and didn't know what she was talking about. As soon as she rolled, she touched Ban Xia's hand that was resting on her head. Ban Xia felt the back of her hand was cold, and she couldn't laugh or cry, so she got up in the dark and wiped the drool on the back of her hand with a cloth .

The cold breath makes Banxia feel warmer when she rolls back to bed, Gu Ya'er is an ignorant person, she can fall asleep while lying down.

How many nights I woke up and fell asleep, even though it has been so long, Ban Xia still has an unreal sense of trance.Now, listening to Gu Ya'er's voice, smelling the stale smell of mud and smoky beams in this house, Ban Xia suddenly feels at ease.

The scene last night flashed through her mind.

The matter couldn't be more clear. Su Youli is a sincere person. When he sees other people in distress, it is normal to help them. However, when he encounters such difficulties later on, Su Qian may not be ignorant of the truth of the matter, but so what Woolen cloth?
Didn't they want to hold on to the third room? The big room's family is wise and safe, and they think they are more capable than others. The second room, except Mint, is indifferent. The Zhou family is a theater watcher who is not afraid of heights Lord, the thought of living with this group of people gives Ban Xia a headache.

Did today's events shake Su Youli a little?I don't know what's going on with my grandfather's purchase of land, and the tofu milk market is not worrying, but they don't have their own place to process it, and now the Chinese New Year is coming...

A chicken feather!
The intricate relationship like a spider's web makes Banxia very helpless.

It turns out that even if you don't want to think about some things, they will be squeezed into your mind abruptly, and it is difficult to ignore them.

Ban Xia fell into a deep sleep amidst such considerations and struggles.

It was already time to eat lunch when I got up again, but fortunately it was the twelfth lunar month, and Mrs. Li loved the child so much that she didn't say a word of reproach.

He absently picked up a bowl of rice.

But Yuan Wu suddenly ran out, "Shui Shuishui——"

Yuan Wuna's cotton-padded jacket was originally that kind of gray, gray, blue, or blue. At this time, one cuff was covered with black ink, and some ink dripped sparsely onto the trouser legs and shoe surface. It's embarrassing.

Gu Ya'er laughed unkindly, "Third Brother, you write with your sleeves?"

Su Qian's angry curse came from the house, "One or two can't do anything, it's the Chinese New Year, but if you know how to spoil the things at home, I don't think this year will be ashamed to celebrate the New Year..."

Now, listening to Su Qian's scolding, Ban Xia can completely go in one ear and out the other, "Mother, it's so early in the morning, why is there ink in the main room?"

Mrs. Li raised her eyebrows with a half-smile and looked over there, and said calmly, "In the past, it was your fifth uncle who wrote the Spring Festival couplets. Let's go to the town to sell together, and it's such a mess this morning."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Li was a little worried, "Your Fifth Uncle, you haven't heard from him for so long, hey..."

Ban Xia seemed to have entered a state of confusion, she couldn't hear what Li Shi was saying at all, a thought flashed through her mind, she closed her eyes, tried hard to catch it, it seemed that she was just a little bit short of something.

This appearance made Li Shi a little strange.

Before he could react, he heard the scolding from the other side of the room intensify, "Don't write, don't write, it won't look good."

Su Qian can still read?

As soon as Ban Xia asked this question, he was speechless again, because Su Qian said, "It's not as good as Lao Wu's writing. Who in the village and outside the street won't buy our Lao Wu's writing, it's not good enough!"

I'm afraid that only Su Qian can take things that he doesn't understand at all, so for granted.

Then, Ban Xia's eyes lit up, "Mom, what did we use for the Spring Festival couplets and window grilles we posted during the Chinese New Year?"

Mrs. Li didn't know why Pinellia was so excited, so she just responded, "At home, rice is ground into powder and boiled, and some pig skins are added to make it."

"Wouldn't it be troublesome to do this? If the place that sells window grilles sells them outside, will someone buy them?" This is the key.

Mrs. Li thought for a while, but she wasn't sure, "I haven't heard anyone wanting to buy this. Who wouldn't be able to endure it? The soles of shoes are used to stick windows, and some use paper to stick those woolen walls. They are used a lot. Who can afford it."

Although listening to what Li said, Ban Xia took a deep breath, but did not give up, no one sold it, indicating that this piece is still blank, at least you can try it, and the Spring Festival is coming, it is the best time to do this.

"Mother, can those made of rice stick to it?" Ban Xia expressed doubts.

Mrs. Li replied casually, "I still have to go to the pharmacy to buy a kind of powder. They are all prepared, and the grocery store occasionally has them."

Pinellia is more confident.Since it is necessary to buy things, who would not want to use ready-made ones, not to mention that she can completely control the cost, making small profits but quick turnover, no matter what, she can earn more than selling glutinous rice cakes.

Fortunately, it wasn't taken lightly!

Leaning closer to Mrs. Li, he said while thinking, "Mother, when I went back to Grandpa's house last time, I saw my aunt made a kind of glutinous rice cake, and I couldn't stop biting at it. It was made of cassava. You have eaten it too, right? It is said that using this kind of cooking will definitely stick to paper and cloth, and then boil some to sell, and the business will be good during the Chinese New Year?"

Mrs. Li looked at the excitement on Banxia's face, her eyes were shining, she couldn't say what she wanted to say not to waste food, but she thought that even if it couldn't be done, it could still be eaten after it was cooked, so it was fine. That's all, "You're the only one with a lot of tricks!"

Banxia Baba entered the door, took out some cassava flour, and once again his blood boiled, but he still had to suppress his excitement, and pretended not to care about it, and started a fire outside.

In the main room, it was a mess. Mrs. Lin, who is not at a disadvantage, pointed at Mrs. Zhou, but said to Mrs. Su Qian, "Mother, what are you talking about? What's wrong with Yuan Guang's writing? This The child wants to make money for the family. If I hadn't forced him to come, he wouldn't have done such an insulting thing. And Shui Ping's mother, don't leave it all alone, look at who doesn't know who Oh! Look, if it wasn't Yuan Wu's clumsy hands, would he have spilled it? Pity my family, look at the effort it took..."

Zhou wanted to refute, but shut her mouth tightly.

After Lin finished speaking, she left with Yuan Guang.

Su Qian raised her eyebrows, "This is a good way to make money as you said? Look at what's going on?!"

Mrs. Zhou was bitter in her heart, but she didn't dare to say anything else. Mrs. Su Qian scolded people endlessly. She couldn't just scold her like Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Li. When she rolled her eyes, another idea came to her mind, "Mother, I have a way to make Third Brother and the others spit out the money."

(End of this chapter)