noffsinger Chapter 84 So despicable I want to beat him up
Chapter 84 So despicable I want to beat him up
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi returned home and went to the old house to find everyone to start making paper towels using "mini" wooden scrolls.
The resulting tissues were only slightly softer than coarse paper, and looked yellowish and rustic. Reaching the level of whiteness and softness of later generations was impossible.
However, this already met Gao Mengli's expectations. After all, no matter how bad it was, it was still much better than using bamboo strips, corn leaves, and weeds.
After all, bamboo strips are too hard, corn leaves contain "hairy peppers," and at night, when eyesight is poor, there is a risk of picking up "live hemp leaves" while pulling weeds.
Every solution is a recipe for disaster, a recipe for ruin. It's unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable!
Therefore, the rough paper towels produced are a hundred times better than those made in other ways.
With the experiment a success, the group officially began working on it, starting with making the large wooden scroll. Lin Yong was the happiest of all.
It's true what they say: if you don't open for business, you'll starve for half a year; once you open, you'll eat for a year!
His wood plane has been shining brightly with all the work he's done this month!
"By the way, boss, boss's wife, we're going to the mountain the day after tomorrow to celebrate the upcoming 'greening' ceremony. Are you coming with us?"
Lin Yong was busy shaving wood nearby when he remembered that the eldest son was there, so he asked the two of them.
The two of them had only been there when they were young and didn't remember anything, and they hadn't been there since they grew up, so this time they only asked about it symbolically.
Moreover, it always rains during the Qingming Festival without fail, so we always visit the graves in advance. Otherwise, the mountain roads would be difficult to traverse.
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi exchanged a glance, then looked up at the sky.
Hanging green banners? Qingming Festival?
They said that the sky had been gloomy these past few days because the Qingming Festival was approaching.
"Father, is it far?!"
Lin Xi was delighted to hear this. She hadn't had a chance to properly see the unique scenery around her since she arrived, so going out for a walk or even hiking would be a good idea!
Jiang was overjoyed when he spoke to her.
There is a play!
After all, if these two don't go to worship their ancestors, the ancestors will forget what they look like. If they want the ancestors' blessings then, the ancestors down below will rack their brains but still won't be able to find the right person.
Jiang hurriedly and solemnly lied, "It's not far, it's in the pine forest behind the mountain. The scenery along the way is beautiful. You can go out for a walk and relax!"
Gao Mengli thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, we'll tell the customers at the stall tomorrow, and we'll come over early the day after tomorrow to join you."
Lin Yong grinned broadly, looking quite pleased: "Alright! Then we'd better make some good preparations so that our ancestors can be happy too."
The two returned to the courtyard, stirred the soy sauce drying in the large vats, and then moved all six large vats under the eaves. The ones that couldn't fit were placed in the main room.
After all, Da Niu isn't here, so there's no need to leave him a place to sleep on the floor!
The next day, the two sat on an oxcart, accompanied by the fragrance of rapeseed flowers, and swayed their way to the city gate to set up a stall and do business.
Pang Dahai and Zhen Xiaoxi were also in line, watching the "mukbang" diners next to them holding sauerkraut dumplings and egg pancakes, and they kept swallowing.
Today, while their eldest son was away working at the yamen, they sneaked out to buy roast chicken as soon as he left.
The two men came to the roast chicken stall near the city gate after hearing from the stall owner that there was a food stall there. They decided to give it a try.
But as soon as they arrived at the city gate, they were greeted by a captivating and irresistible fragrance.
The two felt their legs were out of control, as if they were being led by a rope of "fragrance" like an old ox, being led by that fragrance towards the source.
Pang Dahai was pulled along by the aroma: "What is this smell? It's so strong and fragrant!"
Zhen Xiaoxi nodded vigorously in agreement.
The aroma is like a formidable constable; they are like greedy little thieves, unable to break free or escape!
And so, by some strange twist of fate, the two of them found themselves in the queue.
They were overjoyed as their turn to line up approached!
The two glanced around, deciding to find an empty seat beforehand so they could sit down and pop food into their mouths as soon as they got it.
Little did they know that a glance would have been a good thing, for they caught sight of a plump figure walking towards them from the city gate.
The two were immediately terrified and somewhat panicked.
Zhen Xiaoxi immediately grabbed Pang Dahai's hand, "Old man, our son is here, what should we do?"
Pang Dahai's eyes widened, and he stamped his feet anxiously: "Why is this brat back at this hour? Maybe we should skip this meal and leave."
Zhen Xiaoxi rolled her eyes at him: "I've already put on my makeup while waiting, how could I bear to leave you like this!"
As the fat figure drew closer, Pang Dahai immediately pulled Zhen Xiaoxi to stand at a nearby table with her back to the city gate.
Zhang Biao felt that the light in front of him was dim, and then he saw a middle-aged couple standing in front of the table where he was eating.
His face lit up with joy!
Gao Mengli forbade him from causing trouble at the city gate and made him sit here to eat.
Then I saw two people stand over, without any food in their hands.
He immediately became happy and showed off his food, starting his "mukbang"!
The sauerkraut dumplings on the table were crystal clear, like tiny white jade wrappers, with a faint sheen of oil in the folds, and you could vaguely see the golden sauerkraut inside.
The locust flower and egg pancake next to it is golden yellow and tender green, with the sweetness of locust flowers and the richness of eggs blending into a unique aroma that wafts through the air.
Zhang Biao picked up a sauerkraut dumpling, deliberately waved it in front of Pang Dahai and Zhen Xiaoxi, and then stuffed it into his mouth.
Zhang Biao chewed the dumpling exaggeratedly, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking completely satisfied.
Pang Dahai and Zhen Xiaoxi's gazes seemed glued to the dumplings, moving with Zhang Biao's movements, their throats bobbing involuntarily as they swallowed.
"Boss, two plates of sauerkraut dumplings, four pancakes, and five chive dumplings!"
The fat constable shouted at the top of his lungs, his loud voice like the banging of a gong, which was particularly jarring in front of the noisy food stalls at the city gate.
Gao Mengli raised her eyelids and glanced at it, "Wait a minute."
Damn it, that fatso is cutting in line again...
The fat constable nodded, and while waiting, he nimbly circled around to the back of the stall like a fat rat, standing smugly in front of the chubby girl who was staring intently at him.
The chubby girl was chopping meat on a cutting board that had been repaired with thick rope, making a loud clanging sound. It was as if the meat wasn't pork, but the fat man in front of her.
"Tsk tsk! Look who's here?! Isn't this our chubby girl?!"
The fat constable spoke in a sleazy tone, deliberately dragging out his words, making his voice sound as unpleasant as sandpaper rubbing against glass.
Today, Qin Shen Shen wanted to eat breakfast at this restaurant, so she asked him to come and buy it.
Given that Qin Shen deducted his wages last time, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and come over to buy it for him.
However, he had nothing to fear about the chubby girl under his command.
"Get lost!" The fat girl's eyes widened in anger, the fury burning the fat constable from head to toe. Her hands continued to chop the meat mercilessly.
"Hey Fatty, all you do all day is chop meat here, and you don't even lose a little weight. Look at your figure, it's as wide and thick as this chopping board."
The fat constable grinned, deliberately poking at the fat girl's sore spots.
Zhen Xiaoxi tugged at Pang Dahai's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Why is our son so shameless?"
He was so despicable that even she, as his mother, couldn't help but want to go out and give him a good beating.