Reborn Great Nation Craftsman

Chapter 178

Second Grandpa's words are really incisive and insightful.

Whether to help relatives or not, whether to help relatives or not, depends on the occasion, place and object.

Zhang Yingyao felt that he was going to be depressed.

Of course, the premise is that he knows the word depression.

My son, who is already reasonable, still needs my help?

I just feel that it's not good for so many people to bully Dong Fengshan alone.

"Pingzi, that's right. I knew from a young age that you would be promising in the future, and now you really are!" Second Grandpa taught his father a few words, ignored him, and turned to praise Zhang Junping.

"Hey, so-so, so-so!" Zhang Junping smiled modestly.

"Okay, you've been driving for more than ten hours, and you're tired, so I won't stay any longer. We'll talk about it another day." Second Grandpa finished speaking, turned and left.

It's getting dark by now.

After the second grandfather left, grandparents, uncles and aunts said a few more words and left too.

This day was so noisy, the whole village gathered for dinner at noon, it was lively like a family, and Zhang Dong's family almost had a fight in a blink of an eye.

After sending everyone away, the mother glared at the father again, then turned and went into the kitchen to cook.

Although I eat late at noon, I have to eat dinner at night.

The four children in the family are all when they can eat.

My mother went to cook, and my father took out the cigarette pipe and pot that my mother had broken off, silently feeling distressed.

"Da, show me, and I'll see if it can be repaired." Zhang Junping also complained for his father, but he didn't dare to speak out.

"Oh, it's a pity, what a pipe and pot..." My father sighed, and handed the pipe and pot to Zhang Junping.

Zhang Junping took the pipe and pot and looked at it, then fiddled with it a few times, as if by magic, he repaired the pipe and pot.

He handed it to his father with a smile, "Da, take a look, this is just fine!"

"How did you do this? How did you fix it so quickly?" the father asked in surprise.

Just now, my father was too busy to pay attention to the movements in Zhang Junping's hands.

"Da, it's actually very simple. You see, this place looks like a bamboo joint, but it's actually a detachable node.

Just twist it like this, and the pipe rod will be disassembled.

It's just that the original pipe rod has three sections, but yours has only two sections. Zhang Junping demonstrated it to his father with a smile, "You can take this apart and clean the e-liquid inside later. "

There is a problem with the pipe pot, that is, over time, the smoke oil will block the holes of the tobacco rod.

Therefore, the tobacco rod of the pipe pot needs to be cleaned from time to time, usually by the twig or iron bar.

When Zhang Junping was making pipes and pots, he specially designed and manufactured this kind of pipe that can be disassembled into three sections.

In this way, it is much more convenient to clean up.

"Okay, my boss is smart, this pipe is really good!" Father smiled with satisfaction while holding the pipe and pot.

Although it is a pity that it is shortened, it is better than not being used.

Moreover, Zhang Junping intentionally lengthened the length of the tobacco rod when making it, so that the e-liquid can be better filtered.

Therefore, although my father's pipe and pot are a section shorter, they are about the same length as normal pipes.

The ground pot cooks quickly.

With little effort, dinner is ready, and rural dinners are basically very simple.

The boiled egg white soup is considered to improve life.

Generally, it is boiled polenta or directly white soup, which is a soup made of noodles and water.

Distill the steamed buns again, serve with pickles, and this is dinner.

Today was a rather sumptuous dinner, my mother slipped a cabbage with vinegar, and the roast duck brought back by Zhang Junping, put it in the pot for a while, cut it up and served it up.

In fact, it was the leftovers from eating on the way. Zhang Junping prepared two roast ducks and ate one on the way. Zhang Junping took the rest back.

"Da, brother has eaten!" The little girl came over and asked Zhang Junping to have dinner with his father.

"Boss, here you are, this is your favorite white flour steamed bun that mother just steamed this morning!" Mother handed Zhang Junping a white flour steamed bun.

Zhang Junping glanced at the basket containing the steamed buns, then passed the white flour steamed buns to the younger sister, "Yingzi, here are the white flour steamed buns, I'm tired of eating them every day in Beijing.

Now I want to eat corn bread with sweet potato noodles. "

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pick up a black cornbread. Sweet potato noodles and white noodles were mixed together. The steamed steamed cornbread was black and sticky.

In this era, the problem of food and clothing in rural areas has not been completely solved.

Zhang Junping's family is considered good, it is located in the plains, at least it can guarantee not to go hungry.

There are several colors of staple food, gray, yellow, black.

The gray ones are white flour steamed buns. Due to technical problems and to save food, the bran was not filtered out, so the steamed steamed buns are gray.

The yellow one is the steamed stuffed bun of corn flour, and the black one is the steamed stuffed bun of sweet potato flour.

The cornmeal cornbread of this era is not the fine cornmeal of the later generations. The cornmeal of this era is very thick, and the steamed cornmeal steamed bun makes one's throat choked up.

In Jiahe Village, those who can eat gray and white steamed buns belong to the wealthy households.

Ordinary families are reluctant to eat steamed bread made of white noodles, and usually eat steamed buns made of corn flour and sweet potato noodles.

I also keep a little white flour, and I will eat it on birthdays or other important days when I am sick.

He took a bite and said with a smile, "Well, when I was in Beijing, I wanted to eat my mother's steamed sweet potato noodle steamed bread. It was so sweet. One night I dreamed of eating sweet potato noodle steamed bread, and my saliva flowed down the pillow."

"I like to eat it. Mom will steam it for you tomorrow. Sweet potato noodles and corn buns are still freshly steamed and delicious." Mother froze for a moment, then smiled gratifiedly.

"Yingzi, why don't you eat it? Come and try this, this is Peking duck, it's delicious!

Da, mother, you can eat too! Zhang Junping gave the younger sister and his parents a piece of duck meat, and then called to the two younger brothers, "Second and third, you pick it yourself." "

"Eat, boss, you eat too!" Mother said with a happy smile.

"Eat, I eat meat every day in Beijing. If you don't believe me, ask my eldest sister. As soon as my eldest sister arrived in Beijing, I asked my eldest sister to have a meal of meat every day. There should be no less than one catty of meat for ten people to eat.

For this reason, she often called me a prodigal. "

"Brother, how good is Beijing? There is meat every day?" The little girl was almost drooling with envy.

"Boss, your eldest sister said you are right, what kind of conditions can withstand eating meat every day?" After hearing this, the mother almost couldn't help scolding Zhang Junping for being a prodigal.

Fortunately, Zhang Junping had just come back, and the heat hadn't passed, so he didn't want to scold him, but just said something to him.

"Mother, eldest brother-in-law and the others work hard every day, how can you suffer if you don't eat better?
If I don't force my eldest sister, my eldest sister can feed them corn-bread pickles every day.

It's not that we don't make money, we can't be stingy landlords and old money. "Zhang Junping explained with a smile.

"Boss is right, if you feed them well, they will work hard." Father nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)