Damn it, Who Wants to Have Babies With a Love Rival

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Chapter 11

　　Lin Zhen went out to wash clothes. It was still early to cook at this time, so Ji Congzhe took the bamboo shoots he picked out separately to the well and shelled them. After washing them, he went next door to find Aunt Yang.

　　He originally thought that he could dry-clean the bamboo shoots, cut them and let them dry in the sun, but Aunt Yang told him that he had to put them in a pot to cook them first, and then take them out to dry. As for shepherd's purse, you can keep it for a few days before eating it.

　　So Ji Congzhe could only cook dinner first, and then cook bamboo shoots after dinner.

　　Lin Zhen came back from drying his clothes. His hands were red and purple from the cold. He dried his hands and sat behind the stove to keep warm.

　　"Has the stuff in the field been taken care of?"

　　Ji Congzhe was preparing to stir-fry the vegetables, and was pounding the lard with his chopsticks. He replied absently, "Okay, damn, it's the last bit. Lin Zhen, we have to buy some fat meat in the market tomorrow."

　　"good."

　　The two of them had dinner and started cooking bamboo shoots. Ji Congzhe offered to light the stove. In fact, he was too lazy to go to the well because it was too cold, so Lin Zhen had to do the washing up.

　　However, he still had a conscience and gave way after Lin Zhen came back from washing. He opened the lid of the pot and observed it for a while. When he felt that it was almost done, he asked Lin Zhen to turn off the heat.

　　Salt was added to the cooked winter bamboo shoots. Ji Congzhe took a small piece and tasted it. He blew on it while nodding with satisfaction. He quickly went to Uncle Yang's house next door to borrow a dustpan, and then used chopsticks to put the bamboo shoots piece by piece into the dustpan. inside, placed evenly.

　　"I told Aunt Yang that we have to get up early to go to the market tomorrow and asked her to help us take out the bamboo shoots to dry."

　　Lin Zhen: "Yeah."

　　At about four o'clock in the morning, the two of them went out. This time, the snakeskin bags on their backs were bulging. After three hours of hard work to reach the town, they both felt half dead. No wonder the people in Gaoshan Village People would rather farm than do business.

　　Everyone expected that it would snow soon, so this time the market was busier than before, and the roads were even crowded with people walking around.

　　The winter bamboo shoots were sold very smoothly, and even though the price increase was a bit expensive, it was justified by Ji Congzhe's flexible mouth.

　　The more than 40 kilograms of bamboo shoots he brought were sold out in less than half a day. Ji Congzhe stared at Lin Zhen counting the money with bright eyes.

　　"How many?"

　　Lin Zhen raised his eyes and said, "Seventeen yuan."

　　"Damn, that's a lot. This is the first time I've seen so much money here."

　　Lin Zhen couldn't suppress the joy on his face. He collected the money and gave it to Ji Congzhe, but was pushed back by the latter.

　　Lin Zhen was puzzled.

　　Ji Congzhe shrugged and said, "You can keep it yourself. Anyway, the money will be gone as soon as I get it. It's better not to take it."

　　The bamboo shoots were sold out in advance, so they had to get down to business. First they went to the pork stall and asked about the price. One piece of pork was 71 pounds, and the fat meat was 8 anise.