allonlinenovel Chapter 333 Sending Sour Bamboo Shoots
Chapter 333 Sending Sour Bamboo Shoots
Gu Qingqing nodded, "Then I won't care about you guys, I'll eat first.
Sanhua was reluctant to leave her mother's arms. Seeing that her mother didn't hold her, she could only pull her sister and follow her mother in circles.
Gu Qingqing didn't eat the steamed buns either, she just ate the porridge and the pickles.
Then I went over to help.
"Sister-in-law, are we going to town tomorrow? My family only has this one empty vat. If we don't deliver the bamboo shoots over tomorrow, how about I ask Yuzhu to buy two vats?" Luo Meihua asked.
"Don't rush to buy it. I'll ride my donkey cart to the town tomorrow to give them a jar of pickled bamboo shoots. They must have extra jars in their store, otherwise how are they going to store these vegetables. I'll talk to the shopkeeper and see if we can take the jars from their store back, so that we can put the food directly into their jars and still have some left over. After all, who knows if such a big jar will change its taste after being tossed around." Gu Qingqing helped on the side.
"That would be great, as it would make shipping much easier." Luo Meihua exclaimed.
The day passed in a flash, and at night, Gu Qingqing worked hard with her three children under the lamp.
What are we fighting for?
Naturally, it was a reply to Shen Chenan.
"You guys can all read now, so everyone can write down what they want to say to Chen An. If you come across a word you don't know how to write, you can ask me."
"Mom, you want us to write it ourselves?" Dahua was a little scared. She was really worried that she couldn't write.
"Ah, Mom, can I write by myself?" Erhua was only happy for a few breaths, and suddenly became depressed, "Mom, will our handwriting be too ugly?"
Gu Qingqing laughed at her and said, "Do you know you are ugly now? I usually ask you to practice hard, but you always make excuses. Listen carefully, all of you. From now on, you have to write your own letters to Chen An. This is the first time you wrote something ugly and people didn't mind. If you can't write well every time in the future, you will be ashamed."
After saying this, Gu Qingqing deliberately used the top of the brush to dot her face.
"Aunt, can I write anything?" It was obviously Li Xin's first time writing a letter. He stood straight to hide his nervousness.
"Well, you can write whatever you want, but each person only has one piece of paper, so you have to think carefully."
Among the three children, Li Xin is the oldest and learns things the fastest. After he understood what his aunt said, he frowned and thought for a moment, then started to write.
It seems like someone is forcing someone to do something they are not prepared for.
Dahua is usually a worrier and has a steady personality, but this time when she is really asked to write by herself, she seems to know that she can't escape and starts to think seriously.
It feels quite embarrassing.
As for Erhua, look at her, she has already written one third of the paper, although the words are a bit big and ugly.
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"Brothers, please lift it steadily. If anyone can't bear it and wants to put it down, just tell us in advance." Zhao Bei said with a relaxed expression, holding a wooden stick thicker than an adult's wrist in one hand and the edge of the jar with the other.
"Shut up. The rat flesh on your arm is the smallest. Look at your brothers." Zhao Feng made the same move as Zhao Bei, except that he and Zhao Bei were on the left and right.
"How is mine small? Mine are skinny mice, and yours are fat mice. They are useless." Zhao Bei looked down at his arms that were straining.
Today he was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt, and one could clearly see that the rat meat under the clothes was smaller than theirs, especially compared to Zhao Dong, it was even more unbearable to look at.
Zhao Bei discovered, and the children watching nearby also discovered, that although there was still some time before the class started, some children did come early.
Especially when they saw the rat meat bulging on the adults' arms, they were filled with envy.
"Uncle Zhao Bei, you are an adult now, why is your rat meat so small? My father said that rat meat will only be small if you are lazy and don't work. Are you lazy too?" The children in the village made a noise on the side.
"Go away, what do you know? Mine is a hard rat, it doesn't need to be big." Zhao Bei drove them away unwillingly.
"Hahaha, Uncle Zhao Bei is lying, it's not like that."
"Oh, Uncle Zhao Bei is angry."
"Have you forgotten what Master Yang taught us? This is not called being angry. This is called being mad because of shame." The child said this innocently.
Gu Qingqing followed the children's words and looked at their biceps. Wow, their muscles are so big.
Old Yang was afraid that Zhao Bei and the others would get discouraged and something might go wrong, so he turned around and drove the children away.
"Okay, everyone, stop talking. You're about to cross the threshold, so watch your step," Zhao Dong reminded.
There were several loops of rope wrapped around the middle of the jar containing sauerkraut, and two thick wooden sticks passed through the sides. Each of the four Zhao brothers was holding one end of a wooden stick, which served as a handle.
They were carrying the jar step by step onto the donkey cart outside.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm watching. Everyone, lift it up a little bit. It's over, it's over. Now start loading it. One, two, three, lift it up as hard as you can. Good, good, good, try harder. Good, good, good, let it go." Old Yang, who hadn't started the class yet, was helping to watch from the side. With a shout of "Let it go", the jar of sour bamboo shoots was loaded onto the donkey cart.
Then everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss, just put these two pieces of wood on the cart, and when we get there, just pass them directly through the rope over here. As long as there are enough people in their shop, they can lift them down." Zhao Dong explained to Gu Qingqing while pulling the wooden sticks out from the rope.
"Okay, I know how to do it."
Then a few people used a new rope to help put a loop around the outside of the jar, and then fixed the remaining rope to the cart to prevent the jar from shaking back and forth when the donkey cart was on the road.
"Sister-in-law, you really don't need me to go with you? Can you do it alone?" Luo Meihua asked worriedly from the side.
"What's wrong with that? I'm not the one pulling it anyway. Didn't Uncle Niu in the village say that the road is easy to walk on?" Gu Qingqing checked whether the saddle on the donkey was fastened.
"Why don't you let Dahua go with you, and send Sanhua to my house and let my mother take care of her for a day. This way you will at least have a helper." Luo Meihua said, and picked up Sanhua.
"If you ask me, that's true. The child can at least help you run errands. There are so many people at home, Sanhua will definitely not stand being wronged." Zhao Qin came here to help on her own today.
Seeing that everyone was worried about her going to the town alone, Gu Qingqing no longer insisted. She waved to Da Huazhao who was also concerned about her, and then the mother and daughter drove the donkey cart to the town.
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The journey was relatively smooth. She had delivered pickled vegetables before, so this time she drove the donkey cart directly to the backyard gate. When she saw the person standing at the backyard gate, she asked in surprise, "Hey, Brother Zhaocai, why are you here at this time? Shouldn't the front be very busy?"
Zhaocai saw someone calling him, looked up and saw it was Gu Qingqing, and walked towards her with a smile on his face, "Madam Wen, what are you bringing today?"
"I agreed with your boss to send you pickled bamboo shoots. I'll send you a jar today. Are you going to inspect them today?" Gu Qingqing asked uncertainly as she looked at the clerk who was running around the front yard.
Seeing Zhaocai waving his hands repeatedly, he said, "I just happened to have something to do here, and now I have to go back to the front hall. I will go and invite our shopkeeper to come and ask him to take a look."
There are two shop assistants named Gu Qingqing in the shop, one is for fortune and the other is for treasure.
Not only are they both smart, but the names they chose really make the store look like a living Pixiu.
"Then thank you, brother." Gu Qingqing thanked him.