Reborn Petty Citizen

"Fried buns" is a delicacy that Zhang's mother figured out by herself. In fact, the recipe is similar to the fried buns that many people have eaten.When Zhang Ze was young, there was nothing to eat at home, and the family seldom had fish, meat and meat dishes.At that time Zhang Baolin had already started to make troubles for Zhang Ze and Zhang Ti. He would often take his own stewed crispy meat to show off in front of Zhang Ze and Zhang Ti. The fat on the meat was picked off, spit out a mouthful of disgust, and then threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet, wanting to see how Zhang Ze or Zhang Ti could not resist the temptation to grab food under his feet.

Fortunately, although Zhang Ze Zhangti was timid at that time, he had a lot of backbone and never let him get his wish.Later, this scene happened to Zhang’s mother by chance. Since then, Zhang’s mother, who loves the child, has brought back some meat skin and minced meat for the child at the weekly county fair.

Such a small amount of meat skin and meat stuffing is not enough for a mouthful of cooking, so Zhang’s mother gathered a small amount of flour and spread it out. After chopping up the meat skin, she took it to the boiler room of the nearby factory and stewed it vigorously. The soup froze. Then beat the minced meat with eggs and spices to make a salty and delicious meat paste, then mix the pitiful jelly with the minced meat, wrap it in the dough, and fry until cooked, just make two at a time.

That taste accompanied Zhang Zezhangti every weekend when he was five or six years old. Later, although the family gradually became more affluent and could eat meat from time to time, the smell was something that the siblings would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Ze was stuck in the long memory, and Zhang's mother was a little hesitant. She had only made two fried buns, and she had hardly tasted it: "Can someone eat that kind of stuff?"

Zhang Ti nodded fiercely, as if he wanted to knock his head off, Zhang Ze came back to his senses, and suddenly realized: "Of course someone will eat it, as long as we make the taste and the secret recipe, it doesn't matter if it costs more !"

The threshold for catering is always the lowest. As long as the taste is good, the wine is not afraid of deep alleys, they are in such a densely populated place, do they still worry about having no customers?

The three of them made a quick decision and turned into the store to buy two half-meter pans.

Zhang's father came home, and when he opened the door, he was startled and dumbfounded by the things on the ground. With the help of the faint light, he identified them one by one—two coal stoves, one basket of coal briquettes, two baking pans, and several enamel basins. Bowls, long chopsticks and iron tongs...

How much does this cost?

Father Zhang shivered, and howled into the room at the top of his voice: "Fuck! Fuck!"

Zhang Ma came out of the room with a bib and hands full of flour, and responded.

Father Zhang's eyes were red, and he pointed at a pile of things on the ground and shouted, "What are these!?"

"Cake pan, briquettes, bowls, and chili powder..." Zhang's mother pointed to some of them inexplicably and said their names: "Why don't you even know these?"

Father Zhang was like a raging lion, his voice broke: "Who told you to buy these?! Who told you to buy these!?"

"Zhang Caijun!" Zhang's mother raised her eyebrows, "Be reasonable! I've discussed it with you!"

"Take it and return it!" Zhang's father stared into Zhang's mother's eyes, his nostrils opening and closing, "Prodigal stuff, who told you to buy these! Take it and return it!"

Zhang Ti and Zhang Ze came out of the room together when they heard the quarrel. Seeing that Zhang's father was still stubborn at this time, they were a little angry.It's okay for a family to have business and ideas, but no one knows better than Zhang Ze that Zhang's father's down-to-earth theory is simply unacceptable in this era.If this continues to be neglected, the short-term best period of entrepreneurship will come to naught, and even if you are ambitious, starting a business will never be as easy as it is now.

Not to be outdone, Zhang's mother replied, "The money to buy these things is my son's life money! What did I lose to you? Why am I so confused in doing business? Oh, you have to be as smart as you to get a salary to be smart." people, right?"

Zhang's father blurted out without thinking: "A woman is so indiscreet in public..."

Before he finished speaking, a rag was thrown in front of him. Mother Zhang was so angry that she smashed everything at hand, and tears streamed down: "If you have the ability, can I do it? I As for?!"

Father Zhang hid a few times, was staggered by a pillow, and was hit hard by what Zhang Mother said when he was dizzy.

Zhang's mother covered her face and cried for a while, then rushed out the door.

"You go to Mom and persuade her." Zhang Ze pulled Zhang Ti, took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it over: "Mom must have no money with her. If she doesn't want to come back, you two can eat outside."

Zhang Ti's fearful emotions because of hearing the quarrel were entrusted to him by Zhang Ze, and they disappeared immediately.She nodded firmly, took the money and ran away. When passing Zhang's father, she boldly stared at her father who was lighting a cigarette for the first time.

Zhang Ze opened the doors and windows to let the air in. He was inevitably a little annoyed by his father who was always holding back, but he also understood that this was not his intention to be a roadblock for the family.Father is such a personality, feudal, timid, soft-hearted, and machismo.The village customs in Liyu Village are quite old. Most of the women's families do some work in the fields. For other things, such as nearby factories and shops, even in later generations, there are quite a few married women who go to work.The male protagonist outside the female protagonist is distorted into a peculiar folk sentiment in that place. At most, the poor and difficult families are bullied by the villagers, but if the wife shows her face to work, or goes to work in other places, she will become one of those slanderous people. What the villagers call a "broken shoe", the wife is called a broken shoe, and the humiliation suffered by a man is no less than that of wearing a cuckold.

Growing up in such an environment, Zhang's father's weird temper is by no means in vain. There are many, many men like him in Liyu Village.If there were no series of events planned by Zhang Ze to fuel the flames, this typical man from Liyu Village would never allow himself to step out of his hometown.

Such a cowardly and honest person always takes soft things rather than hard things. Zhang Ze leaned against the window lattice and stared outside for a moment after opening the window. He rehearsed it several times in his heart, and finally turned his head.

"Dad," Zhang Ze called softly, walked over slowly and squatted in front of Zhang's father, and took off the cigarette stick in his hand, "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

Zhang's father lowered his head and let him move. Zhang Ze squatted behind him, but couldn't help being surprised.

Two rows of clear tears flowed from Zhang's father's dark, angular face.

dad……

Zhang Ze suppressed his surprise silently, pretending that he didn't see his father wiping away his tears. Suddenly, a sense of bitterness rose in his heart—even though his father was cowardly, he was upright and upright.Zhang Ze saw him shed tears for the first time in his two lives.

Thinking of the things he did for himself in his previous life, Zhang Ze couldn't help but feel guilty for his disgust for his father just now, his eyes softened a lot, he held his father's hand: "Dad, don't be angry, Mom is also thinking about the family. I went to find a job with her today, ordinary jobs can’t even earn the rent every month. We have carefully considered the matter of setting up a stall, and we will definitely manage it carefully, so don’t worry about losing money.”

Father Zhang touched his face along with his hand, and suddenly sighed: "Your mother is right, I am indeed too useless to give you a good life."

Zhang Ze was overjoyed when he heard that his tone was loose, and quickly gave him a hug, and comforted him in multiple voices: "Nonsense! Nonsense! What a time it is now. Running for a well-off life is a family thing. How can it be the responsibility of one person? ?Although we are working harder now, our family is harmonious and our life is happy. At that time, my mother will start a small business subsidy, and my father will find a job. I can also go to work with my sister during the winter and summer vacations. Good days don’t just come ?”

Zhang's father was coaxed by him with a wry smile, and patted Zhang Ze on the head, but his tone was not as hard as when he was arguing with Zhang's mother: "Give me the cigarette, go and see your mother, don't let her run away .”

Only then did Zhang Ze feel relieved. After packing up the things that Zhang's mother had left behind, he went to the stove at the door to steam up dinner. Zhang's father squatted quietly in the room and smoked for a while after he went out. The hand touching the shredded tobacco was empty, then rubbed his hair tiredly, got up and walked towards the bedroom.

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Zhang's mother was so annoyed by the indiscreet words, and refused to talk to Zhang's father for several days afterwards.She took Zhang Ze all over the city to buy things for business, and finally found a second-hand tricycle for 100 yuan in a relocation community. After everything was ready, she was ready to start business as soon as possible.

The price of meat these days is simply unscientifically expensive. The day before doing business, Zhang’s mother tremblingly went to cut five catties of meat, and bought some meat skins that people who minced meat didn’t want, and all the necessary spices were ready. The house was cleaned up all afternoon.

The pork skin is boiled with garlic, turmeric wine and peppercorns. The leather factory next to it burns a boiler all year round, and the fire is very hot. It is not difficult for ordinary people to borrow a fire.Zhang's mother put the big pot with ingredients in the small fire pit next to the boiler and boiled it for five or six hours. She didn't take out the ingredients in it until the skin of the meat that she chopped into pieces was boiled, and put the soup After cooling, freeze in cold water until frozen.

Her minced meat never cares about what kind of dishes it goes with. Bean sprouts, wax gourd, kale, etc. can be chopped up and thrown in. The ingredients are left unfinished, but there is too much sugar. The mint-shaped fragrant leaves, a specialty of Liyu Village, are indispensable. Fortunately, because of the long trip this time, the family brought a lot of chili sauce made of fragrant leaves.

Beat five or six eggs and stir vigorously. Slowly add the sautéed minced garlic and onion into it. Five catties of meat and vegetables are used to make a large pot of fillings. Mother Zhang puts the noodles on and uses The wet cloth woke up in the enamel basin, and it was gently moved from upstairs to the tricycle downstairs before dawn.

Zhang Ze got up from the bed when he heard the sound of a wheel, and was careful not to wake up Zhang Ti. When Zhang's mother was carrying the minced meat, she consciously followed behind with a half-fat noodle jar. The corridor was dark, and the two of them Zhang's mother was taken aback when they met head-on.

"Why did you come out!" Zhang Ze has been recuperating from his injuries for the past few days. Zhang's mother has been urging him to have a good rest. It is only five o'clock now, and there is still an hour and a half before they get up normally.

Zhang Ze lifted the enamel basin with one hand, said in a deep voice that I would go too, and then walked like flying in the dark tube building.

Mother Zhang sighed, but had no choice but to follow him, and finally carried out the sliced ​​frozen pigskin soup, and rode towards the vegetable market with her youngest son in the morning light.

Although it was still early for the workers to go to work, the vegetable market was already bustling with people. The vegetable sellers who came back, the old people who came to buy vegetables early, and the breakfast shop that was about to open for business. The omelette stand they used as the object of investigation has already been set up.

The arrival of her and Zhang Ze attracted the attention of some street vendors, and there are unspoken rules among the vendors: you can't touch the owner's stall, you can't steal business, etc. Everyone stretched their necks and took a look at Zhang's mother's car— —Cake pan, minced meat and noodles?Oh, no one does this, so it's okay.

Those who were more enthusiastic even took the initiative to say hello to Zhang's mother. The rare kind person made Zhang's mother feel happy early in the morning.She is good-natured and sincere, and she started chatting with people in a few words, and the peddler who was frying twists enthusiastically pointed Zhang's mother to a place where there was no owner.

The location is next to the omelette stand, and the stall owner is a couple, about 50 years old, and both are slightly fat.The male stall owner moved the briquette stove back and forth, and Zhang's mother said hello when she passed them by on a bicycle. Rolling his eyes, he glanced at Zhang's mother's car with distaste: "Shut far away, I will use this space then!"

Zhang's mother smiled, followed her and parked the car on the side of the road farther away, washed her hands and feet quickly, and started making steamed buns with Zhang Ze.

The morning light was slightly dew, and around six o'clock, the first batch of workers who got up early began to walk towards the vegetable market.Zhang's mother's first pot of steamed buns was finally out of the oven. She picked out a specially wrapped fried bun, put it in the lunch box and tore it open with chopsticks, and greeted Zhang Ze for breakfast.

The aroma rose ferociously from the stall, and spread along the wind direction to almost the entire passageway of the vegetable market.

"smell good……"

"Ouch! What is so fragrant?"

"...Is that a steamed stuffed bun?"