Overwhelmed by food after rebirth

The first pickled radish was very profitable, and then they plan to increase the amount of pickled radish. The wine and sugar they bought last time were all used up yesterday. This time Dong Xuyuan was very generous and gave Shifang 20 yuan for her To buy wine and sugar.

Although Shifang is young, he is already a master at bargaining.However, although ten yuan is a lot, it is nothing in front of sugar and wine. I can only ask for a little something as an extra because of my young age.

Shi Changcai and Dong Xuyuan pulled out two large baskets of radishes and came back. They were all two or three catties of white radishes that were straight and straight.

This kind of white radish is also called water radish. It is delicious when eaten raw. It has less astringency, sufficient water, a hint of sweetness, fragrance and crispness.

Such straight and straight radishes are also easy to sell in the market, but they choose this kind of radish first, not because of its appearance, but because of its thickness.Because the thickness is relatively uniform and it is convenient to sell, it is the first choice.

With money hanging in front, the family is very motivated. In order to have enough room to pickle radishes, they also fished up some soft and rotten pickled radishes left over from pickling last year, and began to use the semi-human A large water tank with a height of half a person's width is used for pickling.

The time for crispy pickled radishes is very important. If it takes more than ten days, the taste of the radishes will not be so good, and the temperature in summer is high, and they are most afraid of spoilage, so they started to make large-scale production at this moment, and it is also a waste of time. Heartless.

Although the radishes are his own, he does not need money, but the sugar and wine are paid for.

The next day, Shi Changcai and Dong Xuyuan got up early as usual, but only after they woke up did they realize that today they were going to sell radishes, not cabbage, and it was useless to wake up too early.

On the third day,

So, when he was bored, Shi Changcai dragged the bamboo over and began to cut bamboo sticks.Dong Xuyuan started to make breakfast.

Regardless of whether it was the previous life or this life, Shi Wei's biological clock was relatively early to wake up. After getting used to it for a day yesterday, today's Shi Wei can already wake up before the sun officially comes out.

There is no clock at home, let alone a watch, which is a luxury for them.

"Weiwei, why did you get out of bed?" The door of the house is very old. Although Shi Changcai has repaired and repaired it, there is still a sharp creaking sound when the door is pushed open.When Shi Changcai saw Shi Wei coming out with two stair-like crutches, he immediately became nervous, and quickly got up to help him.

"It's okay, my foot is not broken, as long as the one I picked up doesn't touch the ground, it doesn't matter." Shi Wei didn't let Shi Changcai hug him, but he didn't refuse his help, just let him help and support him.

There is a toilet in Shi Wei's room, but that toilet is really just a bucket, filled with urine, as soon as the lid is lifted, you can smell the stench that blackens your eyes.A few white maggots can splash up if you don't pay attention. In the past, Shi Wei didn't think anything of it, but now Shi Wei can't stand it.

The toilet at home is also not very good, it is also smelly, but the pit is connected to the manure fermentation tank at the back, so after using it, you can use a basin of water to flush the excrement to the back, although the smell is still very strong, but anyway Don't worry about getting a few more maggots on your butt after sex.

Shi Wei was helped out of the toilet by Shi Changcai, and he saw a pile of half-polished chair parts.

"Dad, how about you make a stool?"

Shi Changcai responded: "There will be a market in a few days, I plan to make more, and sell as much as I can."

These days, every family is short of things, not only food and clothing, but also furniture.In the past, when buying furniture, you needed a ticket for a cabinet, a ticket for a chair, a ticket for a bed, and tickets everywhere.Although tickets are required now, private sales are allowed, and a lot of furniture that does not require tickets will come out.

Whether it's chairs, tables, stools or cabinet beds, it's all very easy to sell.But there's just one thing—it's a little pricey to make bamboo.

But that can't be helped.There are few mountains in their village, and there are no thick trees on them, and there are no varieties suitable for making furniture. Only bamboo can be seen everywhere and does not cost money.

Although the furniture made of bamboo is cheaper, it can still make some money. After all, bamboo does not cost money.

"The market..." Shi Wei thought for a while, and then said, "Dad, let's not make this kind of chair anymore, let's change it. Let's use a folding table and a folding chair."

"What?" Shi Changcai didn't understand.

Shi Wei explained to Shi Changcai with gestures.There is no technical content in the folding table and folding chair, just adding a few small parts.But at this time, there is no such design yet!At least it didn't appear in the lives around them.

The houses in the town are small, and although they are much better than those in big cities, there are not uncommon cases where eight or nine people live in [-] square meters.

The per capita area is small, but there are still a lot of things that should be there.At least there must be a table for meals, and stools and chairs for guests, right?

Ordinary tables, chairs, and stools are relatively rigid, but folding tables and chairs are different. When you use them, you take them out and combine them, and when you don’t use them, you put them away, so that the home looks much more spacious.

"Can this be sold?" Shi Changcai couldn't help worrying.

"Let's try it out first. Bamboo doesn't cost money anyway. Our family will use it first, and then start making it if it's good. It doesn't matter if it's not good, just don't do it."

"Listen to Weiwei, your son is no better than you! When did he say something wrong?" Dong Xuyuan said without raising his wooden shovel.

"That's right, anyway, my son won't lie to me!" Shi Changcai thought about it, and sat on the small bench again and began to think about the folding chair that Shi Wei said.

Shi Wei has never studied what a folding chair looks like, so he can only give a general idea.Moreover, most of the folding chairs he had seen before had iron parts.Shi Changcai would not agree to use iron parts on this, because that would cost extra money.

No need for iron, the folded part has to be figured out by Shi Changcai, a half-hearted carpenter.

Shi Changcai and his wife had breakfast together with Shi Wei, and then picked up five large pots of radish slices with their long chopsticks. It looked more than twice as much as yesterday.

"Fangfang must have been exhausted yesterday, remember to wake her up for dinner later!"

"Understood." Shi Wei waved to the two of them, and then began to write the article.

Shi Wei's writing style is almost equivalent to no writing style, because as a boss, what he sees most is the work report, and what are his requirements for the work report?It is concise and clear.It's not just the people below who use this style of writing, so does he.

This kind of sound is called brevity, but it is difficult to say that you can only speak smoothly.

But Shi Wei doesn't care about the difference between the two words, as long as he can write things clearly and pass the draft, that's fine.However, for the sake of readability and fun, he patiently changed his manuscript again and again.

"Brother, where's mom?" Shi Fang woke up naturally from sleep, his yellowish hair curled up randomly like weeds, and his eyes were still a little bit hazy.

"I'm selling radishes." Shi Wei put down the pen in his hand, and said to Shi Fang, "Go get the comb and elastic, and I'll comb your hair for you."

Shi Fang stared at him with wide eyes: "You can comb your hair!"

"How rare this is!" Shi Wei pretended to be very ordinary and said, "I've already seen something as simple as combing my hair."

Sometimes Dong Xuyuan gets busy, not to mention combing Shifang's hair, and sometimes he doesn't even see anyone for a day.They go out in the morning before they get up, and don't come back until they go to bed at night.

Shi Fang herself knows how to comb her hair, but she wasted a lot of energy when learning to comb her hair. Her hair is not very good, not only yellow and dull, but also has many branches. It is easy to get entangled and cannot be pulled apart, so Combing her hair back and forth hurts her so much that she bursts into tears.

Shi Fang expressed dissatisfaction with Shi Wei's relaxed tone, brought a hair rope and a comb with a thump, raised his chin and demanded: "Don't comb it for me, it hurts!"

Shi Wei still has some experience in combing hair.When he brought Qianqian back, the little girl was only five years old. Although there was a nanny who took care of everything for the little girl, the little girl would pester Shi Wei from time to time to ask him to help comb her hair, draw pictures, and make skirts and houses for dolls. .Shi Wei has also evolved from being clumsy at the beginning to being skilled at the end.

But Shi Wei hasn't done anything for a long time.When Qianqian left, it happened to be New Year's Eve from 11 to 12, but he didn't leave until 19, and for several years in between, he was alone.In the past, Shi Wei never combed Shi Fang's hair.

"Fangfang, go to the kitchen and get the sesame oil."

Shi Fang stared at him vigilantly: "What do you want? Mom said, don't steal food!"

Shi Wei patted Shi Fang's head amusedly, and comforted him: "I'm not stealing food, I'm just doing an experiment. An experiment that can make hair black and beautiful."

The wild boy Shifang has never been a particularly well-behaved girl. When he heard that he could make his hair look better, Shifang hesitated, then gritted his teeth and ran to bring over a whole bottle of sesame oil.

The sesame seeds are grown by themselves, and the sesame seeds are ground and sold for oil. There are two options at the oil workshop, one is to use the leftover dregs as a reward, and the other is to pay.

Usually, the remaining scum is paid directly, but Dong Xuyuan considered that there is still a sick child and a high school student in the family, so he reluctantly paid the money.

Then come back and squeeze it to squeeze out a little oil from the pile of slag.The sesame residue is not wasted, just add a little bit when cooking, not only will it have a little more oily taste, but it will also be very fragrant.

Shifang didn't bring much sesame oil, only one base.This year's sesame seeds are not yet ready for harvest. This is what her mother saved little by little. The family of four used less than [-] milliliters of sesame oil for nearly a year. It can be said to be very economical.

Shi Fang stared at Shi Wei without blinking, Shi Wei felt a little hairy from her look, put his hand on the top of her head, and turned her neck back.

There was very little sesame oil, Shi Wei didn't want to drop more even if he wanted to, so he dabbled a couple of drops on Shi Fang's hair, but it didn't have any effect at all.I don't know if it was a psychological effect or a real effect, Shi Wei combed Shi Fang's messy and straw-like hair while soaking in the water.

Shi Fang is afraid of pain, very afraid of pain.

Dozens of hundreds of needles a year could not exercise her pain tolerance ability at all, but made her more afraid of pain.So neither Dong Xuyuan nor Shifang dared to comb Shifang's hair too hard.That is, once a month when she washes her hair with soap, she takes the opportunity to help her comb her hair.Otherwise, washing her hair with clear water and plant ash would not be able to straighten out her messy hair.

Shi Wei was more patient, he would not use brute force when the comb got stuck, nor would he jump over hastily, but would untie the hair little by little with his hands.

Shi Fang waited for a while, enjoying Shi Wei's service at first, but soon became bored, sitting on the stool and restlessly kicking the stones and dirt beside his feet.

There is no floor in their house, so it is just mud. Shi Changcai diligently filled the holes with mud and then compacted it, but it was useless in the rainy south.As long as it is south windy or rainy, the house will become muddy after a few steps, and there will be more pits in a few steps.No matter how hard Shi Changcai worked, it was useless, no matter how hard he worked, he couldn't match the humidity in the south.

The author has something to say:

The title of the magazine in the last chapter was all made up, and the important things were said three times!