Zhou Zehan was originally here to feed the rabbits. When he heard the sound, he looked over and saw that it was his annoying aunt.
He didn't move.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhou Tingting gritted her teeth angrily, took out the money from her pocket and said, "Xiaohan, good boy, you do something for my aunt, and she will give you money to buy candies."
Zhou Zehan glanced at the money and saw that it was only one yuan! My piggy bank is almost thirty, my aunt is so stingy!
Zhou Zehan was not surprised at all, but thinking about his goal of saving money, he hesitated again and walked over hesitantly: "What's the matter, auntie? I'm not going to help you with your evil deeds and letting you in."
In his opinion, letting his aunt in was no different from doing something harmful to nature.
Zhou Tingting almost fainted when she heard this. She wondered if this little orphan could speak.
Sure enough, children raised in the countryside are uneducated!
How dare this child treat him like this before? He always did whatever he was told with his tail between his legs!
How long did it take for it to become like this!
Zhou Tingting thought to herself that it must be that woman Si Nian who was instigating these children behind her back, otherwise how could these two timid children dare to do this?
Although she wanted to get angry, but thinking about her situation, Zhou Tingting still held back. She gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, I won't go in. Just do something for my aunt. I heard that your mother will meet with the Lin family in the evening." Are you making braised pork? Go listen and see how it is done. Write it down and give it to your aunt, and she will give you one dollar."
"One dollar?" Zhou Zehan said with a disgusted expression on his face, "I'm not going."
Zhou Tingting: "?"
Was she wrong? Was this brat disgusted?
Does he know how much a dollar is?
Even for her own son, she only gave him two yuan a week.
Zhou Tingting really wanted to give him earwax.
"How much do you want?"
Zhou Zehan stretched out five fingers.
Zhou Tingting's face darkened: "One dollar and five?"
"Auntie, this is five dollars, can't you count?" Zhou Zehan said disdainfully.
Zhou Tingting screamed, "What? How dare you ask for five yuan because of your rebellion?"
"Forget it if you don't give it, I'll tell mom right now!"
Zhou Zehan said loudly.
Before Zhou Tingting could curse her, she was frightened by his actions and screamed: "Stop, don't tell your stepmother!"
Zhou Zehan looked at the money, his eyes moved, and said: "What?"
Zhou Tingting gritted her back molars when she saw his greedy eyes.
He took out the money from his pocket and handed it over, "Take it and let me know tomorrow morning? Or I'll beat you to death!"
Zhou Tingting stretched out her hand as if to hit him.
The little boy shrank his neck subconsciously, but when he thought of something, he straightened his back, made a face at Zhou Tingting, turned around and ran back to the house.
"Brother, brother, look!"
The little boy ran into the room and shouted loudly.
Zhou Zedong was folding his clothes when he heard the sound and turned around.
Zhou Zehan held the money in his hand and looked happy.
He was full of doubts: "Where did you get so much money?"
Zhou Zehan said without hesitation: "My aunt gave it to me."
He was still thinking in his mind that this aunt was really stupid. She didn't want him to tell his mother, so he could tell his elder brother.
"Aunt?"
Zhou Zehan came over and told him about this, then took out his piggy bank and said, "Brother, look, I have collected twenty yuan, so I can buy clothes for my mother!"
"I want to buy a big cotton coat for my mother."
Zhou Zedong's face was gloomy.
The little boy didn't understand why Zhou Tingting wanted him to learn that, but he understood it as soon as he heard it.
Auntie, I want to learn from my master!
Just as he was about to remind his brother, the Lin family came over carrying things.
The little boy immediately went down with his notebook and pen.
Zhou Zedong's face turned dark. His mother would definitely be very angry if she knew that the little boy had done such a stupid thing again.
He quickly put away his clothes, turned around and followed downstairs.
But I saw that the little boy was already standing in front of his grandma and remembered.
"This is star anise, this is loquat, cinnamon, yam..."
The naive mother Lin told the recipe without any precautions.
Zhou Zedong's face darkened, and his hands felt itchy after a long absence.
He walked over and snatched the paper from his brother's hand, "No..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Zedong paused.
On the crumpled paper, I saw crooked writing: 八IIO, arsenic, turtle p-p, mountain demon..."
Zhou Zedong: "?"
Zhou Zehan was stunned. Zhang Er looked at him confused: "Brother, what are you not allowed to do?"
Zhou Zedong: "....It's nothing."
He was originally worried that his brother would not understand his aunt's machinations.
Later I discovered that my brother was less smart than I thought...
For a moment, Zhou Zedong didn't know whether he was worried or worried.
…
the next day.
Zhou Tingting excitedly took the formula handed to her by the little boy and returned to the city happily.
When Zhou Tingting returned home, she straightened her back and walked up to her mother-in-law with a note in her hand with a proud look on her face: "Mom, I got the recipe for braised pork."
Mother Li stood up excitedly and reached out to grab it.
Sure enough, I saw densely packed spices written on it.
In fact, she didn't know much about these things, and she felt dizzy after seeing them, but she thought it shouldn't be difficult, she just needed to take them to the owner of the spice shop to match them.
There's just something wrong. Why does the handwriting look like it can't be written by Zhou Tingting? It's so crooked and ugly?
Thinking that she came from a rural area and had no education, Mother Li didn't think much about it.
That night, Mrs. Lin spent a lot of money to buy dozens of kilograms of pork, various spices, and began to braise the meat.
The neighbors were all stunned, wondering what the Li family was going to do.
They all gathered around and said, "Sister-in-law Li, what are you doing here? Buying so much meat? Isn't it too extravagant?"
Mother Li said with a proud look on her face: "Recently, I didn't see how well the braised pork was selling. I spent money to learn some skills. I plan to open a shop and do business on my own. I will make it later and give it to everyone to try for free. If it tastes good, , please support me more in the future.”
Mother Li thought, if the Zhou family can sell so well, she knows so many people in the city, so she must sell better than them!
Moreover, even though they sell such cheap pig offal at such high prices, there are still people buying it. Wouldn’t it be true that more people would buy such good meat?
Just thinking about it, the corners of Mother Li's mouth raised involuntarily.
It seems that everyone has imagined the scenario of making a lot of money and becoming a boss lady.
Everyone was surprised. Recently, there was a braised pork seller in the market, and the business was very good. They were also curious before, bought it and tasted it, and it was indeed very fragrant.
It's just too expensive, so I only buy it occasionally.
When they heard what Mother Li said, they suddenly became excited.
"Okay, make it cheaper for us then, and I will buy from you from now on."
Some people even inquired: "Where did you learn it? Does it cost money? Can you introduce me to it?"
Mother Li immediately became vigilant. There were not many people selling now, so she naturally had to keep a close watch, otherwise what would happen if these people took over the business.
Mother Li was not a fool, so she immediately said: "I spent three hundred years learning the skills..."
