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Chapter 351 Difficult Times
Feng Guihua began to tell Jiang Qi about the memories she remembered.

Unlike when Old John was promoted to two stars, he only recalled some inexplicable and scattered fragments of memories, most of Feng Guihua's memories are very complete and can be linked together.

Old John's memory is like a jigsaw puzzle. Every time he thinks of something, he puts together some irrelevant pictures. The most critical pieces are hidden at the end. It is only when he is promoted to three stars that he can know what the jigsaw is.

Feng Guihua's memory is like a picture scroll, but this picture scroll is slowly unfolded from the end to the end step by step.It is indeed troublesome to look backwards, but it is not impossible to understand.

Feng Guihua's memories can be summed up in one sentence as the hard middle age.

The world Feng Guihua belongs to is basically the same as the world Jiang Qi belongs to now, it can be regarded as a parallel world without much difference.Except that there are Taoist priests and ghosts, and there is no rule that you cannot become a spirit after the founding of the country, it is a normal world.

Feng Guihua was born in 1931 and died in 2012. Most of her life was spent in hard work.

"It was really hard at that time." Feng Guihua said with a look of nostalgia, "My old man is just a standard farmer. Odd jobs, afraid of being cheated, afraid of being robbed on the road. If it weren't for accommodating him when I get old, I would have gone to the city with my boss to enjoy the blessings."

"Back then I was beautiful, capable and strong. I could pick millet, work in the fields, and was dexterous. I was able to sew and mend clothes and make new clothes. Any girl in the village would ask me to make new clothes when she got married. "

"I still have a good voice, and I sing beautifully. Every family in the ten miles and eight towns has a happy event and wants to invite me to sing with my voice."

"Why did my old man marry me so well?"

Jiang Qi: ...

Grandma Feng, recall as much as you remember, isn't it a little too much to praise yourself?

When other people think of their past memories, they all lament the unsatisfactory life, but it's Grandma Feng's turn to lament that she is too good.

"But my old Zhou people are really nice." Grandma Feng changed the subject and began to praise her wife's merits.

Under Grandma Feng's rambling and detailed narration, Jiang Qi roughly understood the difference between Feng Guihua's world and her own.

The world to which Feng Guihua belongs was founded relatively late.

Feng Guihua's world was not established until she was 40 years old. Before that, it had been a parallel Republic of China ruled by warlords and chaotic.It is better than Wang Xinghua's World Parallel Republic of China. At least Feng Guihua has no evil cultivators, only orthodox Taoists.

The Taoist priests in Feng Guihua's world are all powerful. Like a chivalrous man, they walk the world with their swords and help each other when they encounter injustice. They have a good reputation among the people. The common people like to ask Taoist priests for help in everything.

However, the turmoil in the outside world has nothing to do with Feng Guihua. The village where she and her wife live is in the mountains, and the road was not built until the 3s.Before getting there, if she wanted to leave the village and enter the city, she had to walk on the mountain road for at least 4 to [-] days on foot, which is why Feng Guihua's wife was unwilling to go to the city to work.

The journey is really long, and there is a great chance of encountering robbers, so there is no need to risk your life for a few months' wages during the slack season.

Because they dare not go out of the village to earn extra money, Feng Guihua's family can only cultivate wasteland.

In Feng Guihua's current memory, she and her wife have no relatives. Feng Guihua guessed that both of them might be orphans. Given their birth years, the probability of being orphans is quite high.

Because there is no help from elders and brothers and sisters in the family, he can only rely on himself to open up wasteland.With only one and a half strong laborers in the family (Feng Guihua counts as half), old man Zhou cultivated more than [-] acres of farmland almost by himself, and worked hard every day.

I get up at dawn and go to work in the field while it is still cool, rest for an hour or two at noon when the sun is the strongest, and then work under the sun until the sun has completely set, and then go home when I can’t see.

Under such high-intensity labor year after year, Feng Guihua and the old man Zhou raised their three children, gave them the best life they could give, and finally stayed in the village to enjoy their old age.

"You young people may not know how expensive the new cloth was at that time." Feng Guihua said with a little embarrassment, "But the world on both sides of us is different, and many things cannot be converted in equal amounts."

"We have smartphones before we die. Alas, I may be able to play VR games a few years after my death. I don't know if my old man has played it yet."

Jiang Qi: "... Is there a possibility that Grandpa Zhou may not like playing games very much."

Jiang Qi had just heard so much from Feng Guihua, and felt that the old man Zhou used the radio to listen to dramas in addition to work in his life. Even with the advent of smartphones, he still likes to listen to dramas on the radio, far less than Feng Guihua Chao.

"Where did I just say that? Oh, Boo, you don't know how much those people in the village envied me."

"My old Zhou uses the money he saved from selling grain every year, and asks the people in the village who go to work in the city in winter to bring him a piece of new cloth. Every year, he buys a piece of new cloth for me to make clothes, and there are new clothes every year!"

"Even the daughter of the village chief's family can't have new clothes every year. It would be nice if her father bought her a new red-headed rope every year."

"My family's old Zhou still saves eggs for me to eat, and goes down the river to catch fish for me in summer. This old thing always thinks about me, and doesn't think about who usually works the most. Every time He only eats it when I’m angry.”

"In the end I got the medical report and was diagnosed with cancer. He still secretly wiped his tears at home, saying that he shouldn't eat those eggs when he was young. If I kept them all for me, I wouldn't get sick."

While talking, Feng Guihua's eyes were red, and she complained with a smile: "I told him earlier to let him read more when he is free, and don't listen to the radio all day long."

"What does my disease have to do with the few eggs I had when I was young?"

Just when Feng Guihua was about to choke up, Kua Kua teleported over.

"Boss!" Kua Kua appeared in Jiang Qi's office wearing his chef's uniform, saw Feng Guihua was there, and greeted him politely.

"Grandma Feng is good."

Then Kua Kua looked at Jiang Qi again, and said excitedly: "Boss, the planted weeds have grown, and the freshly grown weeds are the freshest and tenderest. I have learned how to make cakes with an air fryer with Mr. Huang these days." , would you like me to make you grass cakes?"

"Or weed juice is also fine. I still have some red fruits in my bag, and I can make red herb soup for you." With a boastful face, I was ready.

Jiang Qi whose thoughts were completely interrupted: ...

Jiang Qi began to think seriously whether it is better to drink drinks, eat cakes, or drink thick soup.

After thinking for a minute, Jiang Qi said that he wanted them all.

"One for all." Jiang Qi said very bluntly, "Kua Kua, do you have a kitchen to use?"

"Yes." Kuagua nodded, "Mr. Huang entrusted me to use the kitchen in Weixianlou."

Jiang Qi nodded. Weixianlou is usually not open, and when it opens depends on Huang Fugui's mood. It's really suitable for those who can teleport.

Feng Guihua's longing for her husband was instantly diluted, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at Kuagua: "Can I have a taste too?"

"Of course, leave it to me!" Kuagua happily dodged away.

Seeing Kua Kua leave, Feng Guihua felt that it was not good for her to just sit in the boss's office and wait for food. She wondered if she should find some work and find a restaurant to cook eight-treasure rice for the benefit of tourists.

Thinking of this, Feng Guihua got up, patted the folds on her clothes, and planned to go to work.

"Grandma Feng." Jiang Qi stopped Feng Guihua, "Do you still want to be a singer?"

Feng Guihua was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded affirmatively: "I think so."

"Think more than before."

Jiang Qi said he understood, and after Feng Guihua left, he started calling Gong Ye.

"Hello, palace guide."

"Long time no see, long time no see, how is your bar business doing?"

"No, no, I'm not going to organize a party for you at the bar."

"That's not true, even if you give me a [-]% discount... [-]% off, is the wine provided watered or not?"

"Where did it all go? Let me ask you something. Do you know someone who is a more reliable agency? There is a 16-year-old sister in my family. She has a very good voice and sings well. She wants to be a singer. No amount of persuasion from my family will work. I just remembered that you also dreamed of being a director in the past, Gong Dao, and I want to ask you for advice."

"Is there any? Help me find out, okay, okay, thank you, Director Gong, come to the amusement park to eat stewed meat and green vegetable noodles when you are free, and you will be full."

Jiang Qi hung up the phone, saying that there was only so much he could do for Feng Guihua.

Jiang Qi does not have much experience in chasing dreams in the music scene, and no one in his family is involved in the entertainment industry. His understanding of the entertainment industry basically comes from variety shows, TV dramas, gossip news and novels.

Finding a reliable brokerage company for Feng Guihua is the only thing Jiang Qi can do.

Half an hour later, Kua Kua came to Jiang Qi's office with a cake, a bowl of thick soup and a glass of grass juice.

The appearance is very good.

These days Jiang Qi has been eating the dim sum that Kua Kua brought back from the magic world, because these dim sum were made by the whole family of Kua Kua.When I made it, I was in a hurry and didn't mark it in advance, so Kua Kua couldn't tell which dim sum was made by him and which dim sum was made by others.

Eating it is like opening a blind box.

Jiang Qi didn't feel anything else these days, but he felt that Kua Kua's little daughter didn't have much cooking talent, and the lava cake she made almost pierced Jiang Qi's tongue.

"Boss, I have added some new ingredients to these pastries. You can try to see if it suits your taste." Kua Kua thoughtfully tied the straw into the cup, and stuck a straw on the rim of the cup. A lemon slice.

Small green leaves were also placed on the cake for decoration.

Jiang Qi took a sip of the grass juice.

It's cooler.

It may be because the first batch of scorpion grass is extraordinarily fresh and tender. This cup of scorpion water not only has a faint fragrance of coconut water, but also has the taste of mint and lemon. You can taste a touch of sweetness when you taste it carefully.

Very suitable as a drink.

I just don’t know if the sugar content is high or not. If it’s sugar-free, wouldn’t this grass juice sell like crazy?
"Quagua, with the current production of scorpion grass, how much scorpion juice can be made in a day?" Jiang Qi gulped down the scorpion juice.

"This kind of cup can provide about 120 cups a day." He boasted respectfully, "If you add ice cubes, you can provide 200 cups a day. The grass grows very fast, and the current planting area can continue to supply."

"The other three grasses mature later."

Jiang Qi nodded: "That's enough, we will launch the grass juice first, and the soup and cake will be launched later with other drinks and desserts."

"The trolley for the goblin drink stand has already been customized. I heard from the playwright that you have been working hard to participate in rehearsals these days. Before the trolley is customized, you should still focus on rehearsals and performances in the toy theater. Don't be too tired. Tell me what you want, yourself."

"Lacoin cannot be used in this world. If there is anything else you want, such as chocolate, mobile phone, tablet, etc., as long as it is not too expensive, just tell the boss, and the boss will buy it for you. This is Benefits of our company."

Kuagua's big eyes began to fill with tears again, because he realized that Jiang Qi didn't like to see people cry very much, so Kuagua tried his best not to let the tears fall, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, boss."

"I want to buy a small high pillow." Kuagua whispered, "The pillow in the stroller is too low, and the pillow on the cot is too high, so it's uncomfortable to sleep on."

"Buy, buy them all!"

"By the way, boss, tonight...tonight..." Kuagua looked at Jiang Qi expectantly, his face flushed instantly, and his tears were instantly withdrawn, making Jiang Qi amazed at its face-changing technology.

"Tonight is the final rehearsal for the play I participated in. Mr. Playwright said that I am very talented in acting. May I ask the boss... can you come to my performance?"

"The rehearsal is done so soon?!" Jiang Qi was very surprised.

He asked the playwright about the role played by Kua Kua. Kua Kua will play the oppressed second male goblin Kua Kua in the new drama "Magic World".

There are many lines, a lot of literature and art, and basically no martial arts scenes, which is not a small challenge for Kua Kua who is participating in the performance for the first time.

Jiang Qi originally thought that Kua Kua's play would have to be scheduled for at least a week or two, but he didn't expect it to be done in just a few days.

It seems that Kua Kua has worked hard in private.

"Of course." Jiang Qi readily agreed.

Kua Kua flashed away happily, leaving Jiang Qi to enjoy snacks in the office alone.

Jiang Qi took a mouthful of cake, a mouthful of saffron water, and a mouthful of red scorpion soup. He was as happy as a fairy.

Kua Kua's craftsmanship is really worthy of being taught by Maggie.

Hey, why didn't you take out Mrs. Maggie?

There are also many ingredients in the different world waiting for Teacher Maggie to explore and discover!

Just when Jiang Qi was enjoying the food with a happy face, and turned on the computer to research any good TV series that he could watch while eating, Hu Qing came.

"Boss." Hu Qing came in with a computer instead of a file folder. "Six comic artists have been selected, and you need to make a final decision."

　There is one more chapter, it will be very late, everyone can read it again tomorrow
　
(End of this chapter)