I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 374 373. Stormy day, small harvest

   After a meeting and a small barbecue, Wang Yi returned to Tingtaoju with a burp.

   The rain did not increase, but the wind was strong.

   On the second day, the rain stopped and only the wild sea breeze was blowing.

  The temperament of the fishermen is stronger than the wind. They even took advantage of the typhoon to pick up small seafood around the island.

  Wang Yi just wanted to ask: Do you think you are brave?

   But the members of the club are not looking for seafood in the wind and rain. Most of them are for him, and they brought him some barnacles!

   Wang Yi can only sigh with emotion when he sees this: You guys are really brave!

  Barnacles live in dangerous places, and they don’t come out very often on weekdays. This kind of strong wind blows the sea water and exposes some dangerous terrain. There are many barnacles on it, so some members take this opportunity to find barnacles.

   Of course, they did not go on an adventure simply because Wang Yi likes to eat small seafood, but they would go there every typhoon day.

   One is to eat it by yourself, and the other is to make dried barnacles for later use in soups.

   Every time I go to see the cliffs on the sea in this weather, I can see many people scattered below, the waves are whistling around them and under their feet, they are calm and even have the mind to laugh...

   So at noon on the 29th, Wang Yi ate barnacles again.

  The deliciousness of barnacles is among the best in many seafood, and it can be simply boiled.

   But the umami of this thing is temporary. It is more difficult to keep fresh than ordinary seafood. Even if it is put in the refrigerator, it will no longer be plump within two days, and the original flavor will disappear.

  If you want to keep the good taste of barnacles, you can either dry them to make dried barnacles, or make drunken barnacles.

   These two days are destined to be windy and rainy, and the idea of ​​making dried barnacles is useless, so Colander discussed with Wang Yi to make him a drunken barnacle to eat.

   Drunken barnacles are easy to make, it is divided into raw drunkenness and cooked drunkenness.

   Sheng Zui is to wash the fresh raw barnacles and put them in a ceramic jar, pour some rice wine and some water, and then add a little sugar and salt to adjust the seasoning, seal it and eat it for a few days.

   As the name suggests, the barnacles are first heated and half-cooked, and then pickled in the same way, and the ones that come out after the same few days are cooked and drunk.

  Wang Yi hides at the door and eats barnacles with Qiuweishui. You feed me one, and I feed you one. Old Huang and the four cubs are greedy and lick their tongues.

   The two of them are really abusing dogs.

  The temperature is inevitably low on a windy day, so it is very comfortable to eat hot and fresh barnacles.

  The members came to bring him barnacles on and off, and several of them came over, and several buckets were full!

  Wang Yi saw that this was no good, so he told the commune members: "I have enough to eat, you see I have eaten all the barnacles here."

Someone said to him: "Mr. Wang, if you can't eat it, then dry the dried barnacles. I think you have mailed the dried barnacles to your classmates and friends. You don't have any stock on hand, right? !"

   Wang Yi was embarrassed.

   is not easy to explain.

   Those dried barnacles have been sent to the restaurant for 22 years.

   It's not that he wants to make that kind of money, he lives but hasn't gotten to this point yet.

   The main reason is that he always had fresh barnacles to eat here in 1982, so the dried barnacles would not be used, and the delicious taste of dried barnacles could not be compared with fresh barnacles.

   He couldn't eat it, so he sent it to earn foreign exchange for 22 years, but he was misunderstood by the members.

   On the other hand, Xiufang was even more powerful. She brought him and Qiu Weishui the finished dishes directly, and said with a smile, "Come on, Teacher Wang and Teacher Xiaoqiu, try the expedition eggs I made."

  Wang Yi listened to her voice and asked back: "Going for an egg? It's a steamed egg, right?"

   Xiufang brought a small iron bowl, which contained steamed eggs and barnacle meat, or touch meat—the outer islands call barnacles touch.

   There was a member who had just brought barnacles to pick up Wang Yi's cigarettes and was smoking. After listening to Wang Yi's words, he smiled and said, "No problem, it's just an expedition egg, that's the name of this dish."

   "It's really called steamed egg, but isn't it the same tone as expedition egg? So we all call it expedition egg, and then children from the outer islands would eat this dish when they went to the army to go on expeditions."

  Wang Yi smiled and said: "Then there are many dishes that can be cooked, go to war meat, go to war vegetables, go to war noodles, right?"

  Xiufang waved his hand: "Steaming with the egg is the best flavor. If you don't believe me, try it."

  The expedition egg is to break the egg and add a small amount of rice wine to the washed barnacles and steam it.

  Some children who are deficient in the spleen and stomach do not grow meat, so the family will make eggs for them to eat. After eating a few more meals, they can see the growth of meat.

Why?

  Wang Yi thinks that it is because the living conditions in the outer islands are too poor. This child does not grow meat because of insufficient nutrition. Eat a few more meals of seafood and eggs to supplement the nutrition, which will inevitably make his body look better.

   But this dish is really delicious. The sweetness of barnacles is mixed with the mellowness of rice wine, and the softness and deliciousness of fresh eggs. Just a spoonful is enough to make your index finger want to stop, and after one bite, you want a second bite.

  Wang Yi and Qiu Wei ate together with water, and he sighed as he ate:

   A windy day is more compatible with an expedition egg.

   There was no rain in the afternoon, but the wind was blowing fiercely.

   There were some miserable howls in the wind, and the female workers who were busy in the big stove were a little scared:

   "What's going on? Why are there still ghosts and wolf howls when there is a typhoon on Tianya Island?"

   Wang Yi explained: "That's not howling, it's our students wailing."

   "When they saw this windy day and this gloomy weather, they guessed that the weather on National Day must be very bad, and they couldn't go to the show. They were crying with sadness."

   In the afternoon, the wind was stronger, and the waves were probably three or four meters high.

scary.

  Wang Yi stood on the shore and watched it, and saw the waves crashing over the sky, as if it was about to overturn Tianya Island.

   At first glance, he looks very grumpy.

  As a result, in the evening, the sea breeze suddenly weakened, but the sky became more and more gloomy-everyone on the island knew that this was the tranquility before the storm.

  The typhoon is approaching, and there will definitely be a double storm of heavy winds and heavy rain to hit the island tonight.

   However, the weakening of the wind is a good thing. The typhoon blew for a day during the day, and it blew a lot of seafood around the island. Now is a good time to catch the sea.

   So the whole team was dispatched, and they started to wander around the beaches and reefs of Tianya Island.

   The weather is not good and it is more dangerous.

   But people on the island now have rechargeable flashlights, which do not need batteries and are brighter. They turn on the flashlights when they get to the dark place, so no one has an accident for a while.

  Wang Yi was strolling along the coast, and suddenly the ugly cat Wang came to him: "Mr. Wang, it's great that you are here, come with me, we found a lot of spitting iron!"

   "Spit iron?" Wang Yi asked, "It's a mud snail, right?"

   When he learned about seafood before, he had seen the introduction about mud snails. There are two seasons for this thing to eat best, and the names of the mud snails in these two seasons are beautiful:

  Peach Blossom Snails and Osmanthus Nail Snails.

  It is spring when the peach blossoms bloom. At this time, the mud snails are beginning to grow, and the sand in their stomachs is spit out.

   There are also people who wrote poems for this purpose: the moon rises from the top of the tree and the fragrant rice comes out, and the peach blossoms spit out iron.

   And now the mud snails are osmanthus mud snails, and the osmanthus in September is fragrant. At this time, the mud snails are full of fat, soaked in wine for a night or two, and the fat can overflow the shell, which is sweet and fragrant.

  Because the mud snails grow in the early spring and enter the mature stage in the Mid-Autumn Festival, they can be said to be large, fat, and mouth-watering.

   So this will hear about mud snails, he is very interested.

  Is there a typhoon? very dangerous?

  Afraid of you?

  I am brave too!

   Wang Ugly Cat smiled when he saw that he was interested, and said, "Well, it's the mud snails, but there are too many, they must have been blown up by the typhoon."

   Mud snails are small conch shells that live on sandy or muddy shoals, and people in the outer islands are very familiar with them.

   Zhu Zhenxue, who was strolling with Wang Yi, said: "The ancients saw the mud snail spit out sand, and the sand it spit out was as black as iron, so they called it spit iron."

   Wang Yi secretly rejoiced after hearing the origin of the name.

  Fortunately, the ancients did not see black fungus, otherwise they thought the sand they spit out was as black as fungus, so would they be called spit fungus?

   He followed Wang Ugly Cat to a tidal flat on the east side of the island. Originally, this place was full of seaweed. In autumn, the roots of the seaweed were not deep and firm. Under the strong sea breeze, the seaweed was swept away to reveal the muddy beach below.

  Now there are many small conch crawling on the tidal flat, all of which are spitting iron or mud snails.

   It’s hard to tell what these things look like. The oval shell exudes a pitch-black color. If you look closely, you will be very embarrassed. At a glance, it looks like a lot of black broad beans have been scattered on the beach.

  But for people who don’t like sticky things, mud snails are disgusting. They have mucus on their surface, and they are not easy to find normally. They are very good at hiding and like to burrow under the sand.

   Especially in this cloudy and rainy weather, it stands to reason that mud snails cannot be found.

   Mud snails usually appear on sunny days, but in rainy days and deserted weather, they hide in the thick sand and are hard to find.

   But this time, maybe they were driven out by the typhoon, or maybe the mud they were hiding in was blown away, revealing a lot of mud snails, which attracted students to pick up mud snails.

   Mud snails move very slowly, Wang Yi followed the students to pick them up leisurely, just like picking up shells.

  These mud snails are also clever. They dig up the sand with their head plates, mix the sand with the mucus secreted by their bodies, and try to drill down.

  Unfortunately, their opponents are more clever humans.

  The mud snails did not hide themselves when they drilled under the sand, but instead exposed the position of the ethnic group. The students were all masters of catching the sea, so they told Wang Yi:

   "There must be some hidden spitting iron under here, Mr. Wang, you can take a picture of it with an electric stick, we will find their breathing holes and dig them out!"

   This is true.

  Wang Yi's flashlight was scattered across the beach, and some small holes could be seen. The students reached out and fished, and they came up to be a mud snail.

  Three times, five and two, and in a short time, I collected several mud snails from small paint buckets.

   He estimated that it would be twenty or thirty pounds.

   A lot of harvest!

  The students gave him the snails they picked up, and said generously: "Mr. Wang, if you like to eat it, you can take it back and eat it. Spitting iron can nourish the kidneys."

  Wang Yi is really going to explode when he hears it.

  How to nourish the kidneys? Why does the student feel that he needs to nourish the kidneys?

   He said: "No need to make up, no need to make up, let's eat mud snails tonight and share the fruits of our labor."

   Wang Ugly Cat said: "Then let's make it up together!"

   Wang Yi was speechless.

   This Outer Islander does everything to nourish the kidneys, no matter how old or young?

After    packed up these mud snails, he felt that he had enough to eat for the evening, so he told the students to stop busy and follow him back to dinner.

  The students knew that there was a good meal, so they jumped up and followed him to the top of the mountain to prepare for a delicious meal.

  Wang Yi knew that they were not interested in this kind of small seafood, so he went to burn a pot and used the big bone soup hot pot base to cook the hot pot.

  There are a lot of vegetables in the big stove, and there is tofu, which can be eaten.

   In addition, there is no shortage of meat. Wang Yi took out a few pieces of meat from the freezer and threw them into a colander for him to cut. Later, he would share the meat with the students.

  The students started to drool when they saw the meat.

  The essence of hot pot is that in addition to a base ingredient, there is also a small ingredient and a condiment, so Wang Yi went to take out sesame oil, peanut butter, chive sauce, oyster sauce and these things to make small ingredients for them.

  The students were attracted and came to watch - the guy was really gulping and gulping.

  The colander came over to drive people away, pulled the students away and said, "Okay, okay, don't crowd around here, go and wash the mud snails for your teacher Wang."

   Wang Ugly Cat said: "I knew it earlier, this will make them spit mud."

   Mud snails spit out sediment faster than clams and the like. After all, the name is 'spitting iron'. In essence, this 'iron' is sand, blackened sand.

   Let the snails spit out the sand and let them crawl. When the snails feel safe and slowly crawl out with their little heads, they will spit out all the dirt they eat.

   This process cannot be lazy.

   A mud snail dog with a belly full of sand will not eat it!

   Teeth!

  Many people are powerful.

  The students spread out to deal with the snails. They stared at the numerous snails, spit out a clean one, and picked one out to wash it.

   In this way, I quickly picked enough for Wang Yi to eat.

  The clean mud snails are not muddy at all. They look beautiful and stylish. The shell is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the whole body is translucent. The flashlight flashes with a crystal dim yellow light, giving people a feeling of warmth and jade.

  The people in the coastal areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Shanghai and Fujian have had the habit of eating mud snails since ancient times. The mud snails are rich in nutrients and delicious, and are a rare seafood treasure.

   In fact, it is really a traditional Chinese medicine - "Supplement to the Compendium of Materia Medica": Mud snails have the functions of nourishing the liver and moistening the lungs, improving eyesight and promoting body fluid.

   Regarding mud snails, the most common way to eat them on the outer islands is raw pickled drunk mud snails:

   Pick up the mud snails with no broken shells, sprinkle a layer of salt on them first, then sprinkle a layer of salt after a night, pour in some rice wine to marinate slowly.

   Compared to drunken barnacles, this thing does not need sugar.

However, its pickling process is more troublesome than that of drunken barnacles. When you sprinkle salt for the first time, you should pay attention to a 'degree'. If you sprinkle less salt, it will not be cured completely. If you sprinkle too much salt, it will cause too much mud snails. The water in the body seeps out, and the flesh of such a mud snail will be small and hard.

  The colander will definitely make raw, pickled and drunk mud snails for Wang Yi, but he has not been able to eat them recently, so he will have to wait at least a week.

   Mud snails are different from barnacles. This thing must be thoroughly marinated to be delicious, and can only be eaten after being marinated. If you eat undercooked mud snails, you may get "mud snail fat" - your face will be swollen.

   But Wang Yi must eat mud snails tonight, and the colander has a way to do this. He made scallion oil mud snails for Wang Yi.

This method is not difficult, cut the onion, **** and garlic for later use, boil the water and add the mud snails, cook until bubbling, turn off the heat, remove the mud snails, drain and put on a plate, sprinkle with **** slices, chopped green onion, garlic, pepper, and sprinkle some Fresh soy sauce and poured with boiling oil.

   In addition to making scallion oil snails, he also made a chili sauce slime snail, stir-fried with dry chili, and fried with mud snails. The taste is very exciting, and it is delicious to drink.

  Someone who came to the store to drink while the wind and rain stopped, saw that he had mud snails with spicy sauce and asked for a small plate, and they got together to **** mud snails and drink a little wine.

  The mud snails themselves can be dipped in mud, and their shells can be easily coated with the chili sauce after being put into the chili sauce.

   This way of eating is very similar to the fried snails in the inland summer. The main food is not the meat, but the taste on the shell.

  The members leaned on the counter and chatted, and put a mud snail in their mouths and 'sucked it' around, and their mouths were full of fragrant and spicy tastes. At this time, they took a small sip of wine!

   is more spicy.

   Enjoy!

  Wang Yi is not stingy. He doesn’t drink much anymore, so he distributes the snails with spicy sauce to the members to eat slowly. He mainly eats snails with scallion oil.

   This stuff is fragrant and full of scallion oil, shiny and smooth, delicious and beautiful:

   With the embellishment of green and green onion, tender white garlic cloves, and big red peppers, the mud snails are more crystal clear. Wang Yi knew it was delicious at a glance.

   He listened to the casual chat of the members, picked up a mud snail with chopsticks and rolled it in the scallion oil, sucked his tongue, and the meat came out of the shell.

   is nothing but fresh!

  Because of the typhoon, Wang Xiangxiong, the leader of the third group, also returned to the production team from the unit. He was invited to come over for a drink. When he saw Wang Yi's side with mud snails, he simply showed his hand.

   He brought two bottles of beer, and gave one to Wang Yi, and the other took out a bottle to make a cold dish.

   Soak the mud snails in beer, take them out, add minced ginger, chili, salt, vinegar, sugar and other seasonings and mix well, then signal to Wang Yi to taste it.

  Wang Yi took a bite. It was crunchy and delicious, with the unique aroma of beer. It was a really good appetizer.

   He praised: "The third group leader, you can do it, no wonder the county says that west of Fohai County, the third group leader is the best in craftsmanship!"

After listening to his joke, Wang Xiangxiong laughed and said: "I'm still inferior to your teacher Wang's craftsmanship. The cold dishes you lead our team are really delicious, and the leaders of our unit love to eat them. That bite."

  Ma Liu strolled up with a bag, and everyone called him over for a drink.

   He brought the bag to the sales office again, put it down and opened it, and it was full of shelled flowers.

   Wang Yi said: "Hey, this is a good thing."

  Ma Liu said, "Let Teacher Lou cook some spiced peanuts. Later, our members will come over to drink and have an extra appetizer."

   "Your six sons are the most generous, so I know it's right to call you here." A commune smiled and poured him a small glass of white wine.

  Ma Liu also laughed: "I'm Mr. Wang's subordinate, and I follow him in everything. Mr. Wang is generous. I can't be stingy, and I can't ruin Mr. Wang's reputation!"

   "Okay." The members applauded him.

  Ma Liu said, "There is a lot of food in Hudu. Next time I come back, I will get some fresh flowers and give them to the big guys to boil salted peanuts and drink them."

   Wang Xiangxiong said in surprise: "That's a lot of money, right? And do you have tickets? Teacher Wang has tickets here? I have some at home..."

   "No need." Ma Liu waved his hand, and he came up to him and said mysteriously, "There are many markets in Shanghai now doing self-employed business, and things are no more expensive than shopping malls and supply and marketing cooperatives, and you don't even need a ticket!"

   Wang Xiangxiong had never heard of such a thing and asked, "Can this work? Will the government not crack down on it?"

  Ma Liu said: "Don't attack, the government in Shanghai is very close to foreigners. Now some policies are learned from foreign countries. Maybe the country wants to explore another development path."

   "Yes, didn't Duke Deng say it? We are now crossing the river by feeling the stones, and feeling a few more stones is safe!" Wang Xianglai said.

   The person next to him laughed at him: "Oh, you Lazi also understand this trick?"

   Wang Xianglai said: "I have a radio at home, I listen to the news broadcast every day, and now I am keeping my thinking advanced."

   Big guy laughed when he heard this.

   Someone sniffed and asked, "What is Dazao eating, it's delicious!"

   Wang Xiangxiong said: "Bone soup stew? I can smell the aroma of the broth."

   Wang Yi smiled and said, "Hot pot."

   Wang Xiangxiong nodded suddenly.

   The mid-autumn typhoon was cold, not to mention that it was night again, the sea breeze was blowing, and I couldn’t stand the freezing in autumn clothes.

   This weather is quite suitable for hot pot.

  Wang Yi went to Dazao to have a look. A group of students squatted on the ground with bowls. One bowl was stuffed with vegetables and tofu. He scooped up some bone broth and mixed the small ingredients. It tasted fragrant, and Xili Hulu was a bowl.

  Dazedly put meat slices into the pot, and the students hurrahed around.

   One person is half a bowl of sliced ​​meat.

  The students were eating and laughing when they saw Wang Yi coming in: "Mr. Wang, it's really fragrant."

  Wang Yi said: "Okay, just eat more incense, the weather will be cold in the future, and the school will often make hot pot for you."

   The wind is getting stronger outside.

   It looks like Typhoon Connie is officially going to transit through the open sea!

  Wang Yi asked the students to eat quickly, and then closed the doors and windows of the sales department.

   He sent the students home, and when they came back, the wind was very strong, and the person at the top could not walk on the mountain road, even Lao Huang had to walk with his head down.

   When he was about to fall asleep, there was a rumbling sound, and the pouring rain suddenly fell!

  The rain was very violent as soon as it appeared!

  Today's heavy rain is accompanied by lightning and thunder, and there will be many thunderstorms at sea in autumn, which is inevitable.

  Wang Yi got up and looked out through the window. When he saw the sky and the earth, it was bright and bright, and he saw the whip of lightning struck the sea from the sky.

   He was bored after watching it for a while, and then shouted: "Which fellow Daoist is here to survive the calamity? Don't scare my daughter-in-law!"

   Blindly shouted and he was suddenly stunned.

   Yes, is Xiaoqiu afraid of lightning on rainy nights?

  Many girls are afraid of this kind of night.

   So Wang Yi wondered if he should go to Qiuweishui's boudoir to greet him for a while. If Qiuweishui was not afraid, then he would still be afraid.

  Thinking of this, his heart was about to move, but unfortunately, the wind and rain came back as soon as he went out!

   There is a storm tonight!

   In this way, he could only stomp his feet angrily, and cursed, "God thief, you misunderstood me!"

   Dazedly shrank on the bed and raised his head to ask him, "Mr. Wang, what's the matter with you? Are you afraid of thunder and lightning?"

  Wang Yi said: "I'm not afraid, I'm afraid Teacher Xiaoqiu is afraid. By the way, why are you still not sleeping? Are you going to sleep late tonight?"

   said confusedly: "I'm afraid of thunder and lightning, I'm not afraid of anything in my life, I'm afraid of thunder and lightning."

  Wang Yi was stunned.

   He wished that this sentence came out of Qiu Weishui's mouth, so that he could say something logically, smoothly and naturally:

   Then I will sleep with you, okay?

  Unfortunately, there is only a big confusion in front of him.

   So he pushed Lao Huang to the big confused and said, "Then let Lao Huang sleep with you, you won't be afraid if you hug Lao Huang."

   The storm continued overnight.

  Wang Yi opened his eyes in the morning and looked out, it was so dark outside that he couldn't tell if it was dawn or it was still night!

  The rain continued to fall, and it didn't start to weaken until more than ten o'clock in the morning, and the wind and rain began to weaken.

Typhoon   Connie continued northward, and the wind gust began to leave the waters around Fuhai.

  Today, the whole city suspended work and classes, and Wang Yi continued to write his "Long Aotian Global Adventure" while listening to Tao Curie with Erlang's legs crossed.

   Hurry up and hurry up, and finally wrote about 2.45 million words. He is going to have another big adventure on a rainy day, and this volume can be over—

   The final scene is a showdown in the rain!

  The climax of the whole book.

  The colander asked him, "What do you want to have for lunch, Mr. Wang? I've marinated all those mud snails for you? How about half raw and half cooked?"

  Wang Yi said: "Okay, let's pick it up."

   If he can't eat it, he can still take it to the 22-year-old production team.

   This thing is already a good thing. After entering the 21st century, the coastal ecological environment has begun to deteriorate. Coupled with factors such as predatory fishing and climate change, the resources of mud snails are decreasing day by day.

   Wild mud snails have become more and more precious.

   Furthermore, the mud snail shell is extremely fragile and cannot be mechanized. Currently, it can only be obtained by the most primitive manual labor.

   Picking up mud snails often involves bending over for hours without any place to sit and rest. The hard work is self-evident, which makes wild mud snails expensive and rare.

  Wang Yi thinks it should be very popular after taking it back.

  In the afternoon, the students did not attend classes or work. They all stared at the sky in front of their homes, full of hope that the wind and rain would stop.

   I don’t know if the intensity of Typhoon Connie has weakened or it is because my country is at its peak, the rain actually fell in the afternoon, and the wind gradually decreased.

  The commune's flood control office began to dispatch ships, and went out to check the disaster situation of each production team.

   At the same time, they brought a message: "For the sake of the safety of the people, the 1982 Haifu County National Day Celebration, which was originally expected to be held tomorrow morning, has been postponed until the time is to be determined."

   This was unexpected.

   But the students still couldn't hide their frustration.

   And the members of the commune are beaming with joy. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. This afternoon, the wind has weakened and the rain has stopped, so you can go to collect moon cakes!

  Wang Xianghong was very depressed. He said to Wang Yi: "Heaven is not beautiful. This year our production team was able to produce moon cakes. As a result, we encountered a big typhoon and we couldn't sell moon cakes in time. It's a pity."

   For the past three days, the dim sum team has been busy making moon cakes, and there has been a backlog in the warehouse!

  Wang Yi comforted him: "It's okay, Captain, our moon cakes are delicious, they are good dim sum, high-end tea food, even if it's not the Mid-Autumn Festival, they can still be sold."

  Wang Xianghong smoked a cigarette and said in a sullen voice: "Mr. Wang, you don't understand. The people in the outer islands have no money, so they can bite their teeth and buy two kilograms of moon cakes for the family to enjoy themselves during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

   "Wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival, until the day after tomorrow, just wait, hum, there's no one to buy moon cakes!"

  Wang Yi said: "Isn't that true, moon cakes can only be eaten during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

   "You can eat it anytime, but only during the Mid-Autumn Festival!" Wang Xianghong said.

  Wang Yi asked: "What about visiting relatives on weekdays? You have to bring some cakes, right? We have delicious moon cakes here. Isn't it a good thing to bring two catties of moon cakes?"

   "Especially in the fall, the fishermen are going to their relatives and friends' houses to pay their bills. Do you think they can't bear to buy two catties of mooncakes for their relatives?"

   Wang Xianghong was taken aback.

   Yes.

   You cannot analyze new problems with the old eyes.

  Wang Yi said: "Besides, the main battlefield of our moon cakes is not in the county or the outer islands, but in Shanghai!"

   "Hudu people are rich, they eat tea on weekdays, and they have the habit of drinking afternoon tea. Look at it, our moon cakes will definitely sell well in Shanghai!"

   He was very confident about this.

   Again, the ingredients and techniques they use to make mooncakes are beyond this era, and it will take at least three or four years for mooncakes with the same taste to appear on the market.

   These three or four years are enough for their dim sum workshop to make a fortune!

   The two of them chatted casually, and the members came to receive moon cakes and liquor in a happy mood.

  The backlog of moon cakes was too much, and these moon cakes were delicious. Wang Xianghong gritted his teeth and divided the moon cakes according to the head, two jins for adults and one jin for minors.

   Now it's good, many families can get more than ten catties of mooncakes!

  The reason why Wang Xianghong is so generous is because he knows that these moon cakes are not eaten by the members themselves, but are to be taken to pay the sea bills.

   It would be great if the members could share moon cakes with relatives.

   And that's really something.

The members came to receive the moon cakes and sighed: "In previous years, how dare you say that one person will share the moon cake tomorrow night? The whole family will share the moon cake, a small piece for each person, and eat it slowly. Who would dare to chew it? Hmph? , then look back and wait!"

"Yes, I remember that a few years ago, my family's rice was divided into a small half of the moon cake, which was reluctant to eat. It was wrapped in oil paper to show off. As a result, Feng Ya, your boss said that he wanted to see what the filling was, but the rice exposed the moon cake. 'Crack' took half a bite!"

   "My dad beat me so hard that time." Wang Zhuangyuan touched his buttocks and took a deep breath.

   Someone ridiculed him: "That's worse than making you drink urine?"

   Wang Zhuangyuan slumped on the spot when he heard this, and could only run away with a sad face.

  What can I do if I don’t run away? It was Wang Xianglai who said this. This stupid bird was one of the few people in the team that his father could not possibly beat, let alone him.

   He should study hard, and his academic performance will improve in the future. Let’s see who dares to tease him—you can’t tease intellectuals!

   Wang Zhuangyuan has now changed his ideals. He no longer wants to travel around the world to learn kung fu and come back to fight with his father. Instead, he wants to be a literate intellectual, and he will use words full of wisdom to attack his father in the future.

   This is because I wanted to use my sword to travel the world, but I didn’t go out, and someone poured a bath of urine on the face of the martial arts people, and I couldn’t be in the world anymore…

  Fengya asked Wang Yi: "Mr. Wang, you are engaged to Teacher Xiaoqiu tomorrow. Are you ready for the engagement?"

  Wang Yi said: "I just didn't care."

   This is for the elders to take care of.

  Wang Xianghong smiled and said: "Everything is ready, and the preparation is appropriate, but the meat will be prepared tomorrow - kill a pig tomorrow, and bring fresh pork to Grandpa Xiaoqiu."

   "Oh, I can eat pork again!" The students shouted happily.

  Wang Xianghong hurriedly shouted: "Eat shit, tomorrow will send part of the pork to Grandpa Xiaoqiu, and the rest will be sold to our public restaurant, don't eat pork tomorrow!"

   "Eat, you can eat." Wang Yi smiled.

  Wang Xianghong glared at him, Wang Yi said, "Two pigs will be killed tomorrow, and the remaining pork will not be sent to the public restaurant, but will be sold to the members."

   "During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the members have to buy meat, right? I don't think there is much meat in the freezer. I guess it's not enough for our members to buy."

"I must buy meat." Wang Dongyang said happily, he held up the Great Northern Wilderness wine and showed it, "Tomorrow there is this good wine, and tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival and the birthday of the motherland, then you must eat meat and drink, and celebrate! "

   "After the nineteenth annual cycle, tomorrow is indeed the best day!" The members were looking forward to tomorrow.

PS: I very solemnly recommend a book "I Want to Quit the Jianghu at the Beginning". The story of this book is really superb and the writing style is superb. Written by Cheng Jiu (not that the author asked me for Zhang Tweet, it was purely that I was shocked after seeing it myself, and the current results of this book are very popular, and it is not me who sent charcoal to others in the snow, everyone can read it with confidence, it is really a good book !)

   (end of this chapter)