D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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 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.

"Have you finished cooking the food in the field?"

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

"Okay."

After the two of them had eaten, they started cooking bamboo shoots. Ji Congzhe took the initiative to light the stove. In fact, he was too lazy to go to the well because it was too cold, so it was Lin Zhen's responsibility to wash the dishes.

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 ask her to help us take out the bamboo shoots to dry."

Lin Zhen said, "Yeah."

Around four o'clock in the morning, they went out. This time, there were snakes on their backs. The leather bags were all bulging, and after three hours of hard work to get to the town, I felt half dead. No wonder the people in Gaoshan Village 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 clever words.

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 much?"

Lin Zhen raised his eyes, "Seventeen yuan."

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

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

Lin Zhen was puzzled.

Ji Congzhe shrugged and said, "Keep it for yourself. Anyway, the money will be gone as soon as it's in my hand. It's better not to take it."

The bamboo shoots were sold out in advance, so they had to get down to business. They went to the pork stall first and asked After checking the price, one piece of pork is seventy pounds, and the fat meat is eight anise.