Siheyuan: The final winner

"In this way, don't switch to refined grains next month, and give me some coarse grains."

"You have a big face!" Jiang Ping'an pursed his lips, and said angrily:

"Our relationship isn't that far, is it?"

"Why should I keep refined grains and not eat them, to save the grains and gamble for you?"

Jia Dongxu hurriedly said: "I don't gamble, I borrow your food to support my family, really."

"What a fool, I still don't know your virtue?" Jiang Ping'an glared at him and said.

"Also, your mother and Qin Huairu are coming back. I'll see how you explain to them."

"When the time comes, I will have a few mouths to feed, so I can't just drink the northwest wind, right? Hehe..."

Jia Dongxu's pupils shrank, Qin Huairu was not afraid of him, it was Jia Zhang's fangs and claws that frightened him.

"No, Jiang Ping'an, you must help me!" Jia Dongxu was anxious.

These days, he has been looking at gambling money in a daze, and he didn't think much of it at all.

At this moment, when Jiang Ping'an reminded him, he suddenly became anxious.

"Help me, don't help!" Jiang Ping'an gave him a blank look, threw the cigarette away, turned around and left.

Jia Dongxu hurriedly chased after him and said as he walked:

"Jiang Pingan, as long as you can help me this time, I will call you brother in the future!"

"Not uncommon!" Jiang Ping'an said without turning his head.

"Even if you call me dad or grandpa, I won't help you!"

Suddenly, he stopped, Jia Dongxu was overjoyed, thinking that things would turn around.

But when he saw Jiang Ping'an turned his head, he said curiously, "By the way, you won't lose all your family savings, will you?"

"No, absolutely not!" Jia Dongxu shook his head repeatedly, looking flustered.

Jiang Ping'an looked directly at him, cut his voice, and said, "You really lost all your savings, hehe..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I haven't used my family's savings too much." Jia Dongxu said stubbornly with a pale face.

Jiang Ping'an rolled his eyes and pouted:

"Do you think I'm a fool? If you really have savings, go to the pigeon market to find a way!"

In fact, there is not much in Pigeon Market now, and most of them come out to find food.

However, food is expensive these days, and few people sell it. It is estimated that the situation will improve in a few years.

Jia Dongxu took a deep breath, biting his head and quibbling:

"The grain control is extremely strict these days, and I don't dare to take a huge risk to go to the pigeon market."

Jiang Ping'an laughed and said, "How about I take you there?"

"Just purchase in the name of the public company of the rolling mill to ensure safety, and you can go back and get the money!"

Jia Dongxu clenched his teeth and lowered his head silently.

Jiang Ping'an cut his voice and said, "I'll be hard on me. If you don't have money, you won't have money. I won't say it."

"I'm running out of money, okay?" Jia Dongxu sighed, his whole body suddenly relaxed, and he raised his head and said:

"I've confessed to you, can you promise to help me now?"

Jiang Ping'an laughed angrily, stepped forward, moved Jia Dongxu's hair with all his strength, and cursed angrily:

"You bastard, I want to see what's in this head? Is it feces?"

"Even if you confessed to me, why should I help you?"

"Just because your face is big, Jia Dongxu? Your face is not big! I can beat you to a pulp with one punch!"

Jia Dongxu screamed and screamed when he was moved. Tears of pain burst forth, dodging from side to side.

However, Jiang Ping'an was caught tightly, and he could not escape.

"Ow! Jiang Ping'an, stop, your hair was ripped off!"

"Ow! I won't ask you to borrow it, just let go, I won't let you help!"

When the people in the courtyard heard the movement, they all came out to watch the excitement, but no one stepped forward to dissuade them.

According to the situation, Jiang Ping'an is cleaning up Jia Dongxu again.

The Jia family was not well-liked in the courtyard, so naturally no one spoke to Jia Dongxu.

If Qin Huairu was there.

She stepped forward to cry and cry, and perhaps some people could not bear it and spoke out to discourage her.

But today, Jia Dongxu deserves to be cleaned up by Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Ping'an laughed.

Grabbing his hair with one hand and his ear with the other, rubbing his face and nose, he sneered:

"Whose father do you want to be? You bastard, you won't be slapped on the roof for three days!"

"Ow! I was wrong, you are Lao Tzu, you are Lao Tzu, right? I was wrong, let go, ooh..."

Jia Dongxu burst into tears in pain. Seeing him begging for mercy, Jiang Ping'an pushed him away in disgust.

"Nima is disgusting!" Jiang Ping'an pursed his mouth and walked to the sink to wash his hands.

Jia Dongxu didn't dare to say another word, and hurriedly ran home with his head over his head.

At this time, Yan Bugui stepped forward with a smile and asked Jiang Ping'an, "Why are you making trouble again?"

"He wants to borrow food from me." Jiang Ping'an washed his hands, shaking the water droplets lightly, and said with a resentful face.

"Third Master, you give the judgement. I don't have enough food for myself, so he still asked me to borrow it."

"Tell me, what does he have in mind? It's so vicious, does he want to starve me to death?"

"Uh..." Yan Bugui was choked, and said dryly: "Then he really has a vicious mind..."

Then, he smiled, turned around and pulled the third mother who came over to go back.

For fear that Jiang Ping'an would say that he was short of food again, he asked his third master to help him with ideas.

"Che, if you dare to shake me the qualifications of the third master, I will dare to borrow food from you!" Jiang Ping'an said with a sullen mouth.

Chapter 71 Jia Zhang's Return in Discomfort

evening.

Jiang Ping'an picked up a few potatoes from the space, peeled them and shredded them.

I went to the cellar to get a Chinese cabbage. After washing it, I tore the cabbage and the leaves into small pieces.

Strange to say, if the cabbage is cut, the taste is always wrong, and it is delicious only if it is torn into pieces.

Jiang Ping'an plans to eat hot and sour shredded potatoes and stir-fried cabbage in the evening, and the staple food is naturally white flour steamed buns.

There are still a lot of steamed buns in the space, so there is no need to steam them anymore, just stir-fry them now.

When the students in the courtyard came back from school, they were very lively and instantly became popular.

Even if these little guys can't get enough to eat, they still seem to be full of energy, laughing and playing, and tireless.

A large lump of lard is put into the pot and melted at high temperature, moist and clear, exuding an attractive crispy fragrance.

The oil is fragrant, mellow and rich, and it makes a sizzling sound in the hot pan, making people thirsty.

"Thorn..."

Put the pepper in the pot, stir-fry until fragrant.

Fry and remove, then add onion, ginger, minced garlic, chili segments, etc.

The rich aroma of lard, mixed with the spicy aroma of various accessories, overflowed from the room and spread to the courtyard.

The neighbors were stunned, sniffing and inhaling.

"It's so fragrant!"

"This smell is amazing!"

"It smells so good, and only when I smell this fragrance can I feel that I'm still alive!"

Several children came to smell the fragrance, and peeked at Jiang Ping'an's door with drooling saliva.

"Thorn..."

Jiang Ping'an turned around and smiled at them, then poured the potatoes into the pot and fry them.

Soon, vinegar, shredded red pepper, chopped green onion, appropriate amount of salt and monosodium glutamate were added, and the aroma was fragrant.

"Finally, I can eat MSG produced in Space!" Jiang Ping'an thought to himself.

There are three major MSG brands on the market today:

Tianjin monosodium glutamate factory's red rose brand, Taiyuan monosodium glutamate factory's ancient lamp brand, Shenyang monosodium glutamate factory's Hongmei brand.

However, the current production method of monosodium glutamate has been using the traditional protein acid hydrolysis method.

This method has low yield, poor operating environment, high labor intensity, serious pollution and slow production speed.

The national annual output is only a few hundred tons.

In this age where eating is a problem.

The non-staple food condiments that are supplied and sold in a unified way are very poor, and the supply and marketing cooperatives can hardly see monosodium glutamate.

Even a mill with thousands of people like a rolling mill can rarely get MSG tickets, which is very rare.

Jiang Ping'an also tried to find some MSG to make it fresh and appetizing, but he found a lot of ways, but he didn't get the slightest bit.

Well now, my own space can also produce MSG.

In the future, I will add a little to the stir-frying soup, it will taste great!

In a short while, a plate of oily, smooth, crisp and refreshing hot and sour shredded potatoes came out of the pan.

Not long after, a plate of fried cabbage with green color and tender and crisp taste was also cooked.

Jiang Ping'an came back to his senses and found that the children at the door were still watching!

"What are you looking at? Let me go to your house for dinner!" Jiang Ping'an's eyes widened and he shouted.

The children immediately dispersed, and a few of the boys turned around and stuck their tongues out at Jiang Ping'an, making funny faces.

"Haha, you little bastards wait for me!" Jiang Ping'an laughed.

Speaking of which, the children in the courtyard love to be close to Jiang Ping'an.

Because he likes to brag, no, tell stories.

As a buyer, especially if you want to go to the countryside to purchase, storytelling is also a must.

For those farmers who stay at home.

The footsteps of buyers go further than those of artisans and craftsmen, and they have endless stories in their mouths.

On the drying field, or in the fields, or in the shade of a tree, or in a shady alley.

People love to listen to buyers tell about all kinds of things they have seen outside, and they themselves will tell some stories about their parents.

During the exchange, the buyers would inquire about which households have something to sell, and the farmers would gain more knowledge.

After driving the children away, Jiang Ping'an put the two dishes on the high stool.

I found another big bowl, took out six hot big steamed buns from the space and loaded them.

One mouthful of vegetables, one mouthful of steamed buns, chewing and swallowing slowly.

Just after taking a few bites, there were footsteps.

Jiang Ping'an's ears trembled, and he secretly said in his heart:

"Is Yan Jiedi here? Why is she here now?"

These days, every household is short of food.