I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Wei Miao picked out a large piece of high-quality beef and bought two pig trotters, his eyes still on the pig head next to it.

Seeing that their eldest brother was so relaxed, Wei Ran and the others also started buying things without any hesitation.

Lu Pingsheng looked at the little guys and the few things they were holding in their hands and said speechlessly:

"Why don't you learn from your eldest brother and pick out some good things? What did you choose? I'm embarrassed to say I'm treating."

Seeing that her eldest brother had no objection, Wei Ling pulled Wei Ran and the others to choose again.

"I'll give you the money later."

Wei Miao looked at the children who were happily choosing candies and said to Lu Pingsheng.

Lu Pingsheng waved his hand indifferently.

"Before I came here, I heard that someone died in Caishikou?" he asked casually.

Wei Miao put her hand in her cloth bag. She didn’t know what the man had put in the bag, but if someone could protect it with his life, it must be something extremely urgent.

"Well, it's very strange. They were all caught, but they were shot."

Wei Miao's tone was unspeakably calm.

Lu Pingsheng pointed to a basket of native chickens and asked the vendor to weigh them for him. After paying, he said:

"It's very strange."

Wei Miao noticed that his voice sounded a little strange and looked up.

Under the hanging chandelier, the corners of Lu Pingsheng's eyes were red, and if you looked closely, you could see a hint of redness and swelling.

"Have you cried?" Wei Miao asked affirmatively.

Lu Pingsheng was holding a cage of chickens, secretly complaining about the kid's intelligence, but he said nonchalantly:

"The girl I like is getting married, and the groom is not me."

Wei Miao retracted his gaze and said pertinently: "That is indeed very sad."

Lu Pingsheng drove the little kids to the entrance of the alley. After they got off the car, one adult and four children walked in carrying piles of things.

Granny Cui looked at what they were carrying and asked:

"You're having a party at home, why are you buying these things?"

Wei Ling answered with a smile:

"Make a grass head circle."

Grandma Cui laughed at her, "There's no alfalfa in this cold winter, so we can't eat grass circles."

Grass head circle is made with pig intestines and alfalfa. It tastes salty and sweet and is loved by men, women, young and old.

The people of Shenshi also have a clear idea of ​​how to arrange the internal organs, and all kinds of recipes have a certain style.

After saying this, Aunt Cui looked at the things they were holding and continued:

"Your mother must be making a bowl of wine."

Zaobodou is a dish in which all the pig's internal organs and pig's feet are prepared and steamed in a pot along with fresh soup and fragrant zaobo sauce.

You can add your favorite flavors, such as fermented bean curd, rock sugar, etc.

Because pig offal is cheap, Xu Ayu would buy some for his family to enjoy during every Chinese New Year.

On this day, the whole alley was filled with the aroma of rice wine, which made many children cry with greed.

There was no one at Xiao Jiangsu's wonton stand. Xiao Nanjing was packing up. Xiao Jiangsu sat on a chair and smoked, squinting his eyes and said:

"If you ask me, the intestine and lung soup is the best. The soup is milky white, fresh and delicious. It's so delicious that it makes you crave for it."

Xiao Jiangsu is a native of Suzhou. His Intestine and Lung Soup is known as the "Second Soup of Gusu". It is made by boiling large intestines and pig lungs, and is most refreshing to drink in winter.

"Ah Miao, if your mother makes intestine and lung soup, I'll pay for a bowl." He slurped his saliva.

Wei Miao smiled and said:

"Uncle, next time my mom makes it, I'll bring you a bowl. These have other uses."

Little Jiangsu showed disappointment on his face, and his eyes fell on the various good things in Lu Pingsheng's hands.

He thought to himself that the Wei family was really on the rise. The young master of this rich family also helped to carry things. He went there every few days and never came back empty-handed.

Looking at Wei Miao and the others' receding backs, he turned to his son who was working hard and said:

"Why haven't you and A Miao been in touch these days?"

Little Nanjing glanced at his father and said in a hoarse voice, "He works all day and has no time."

Little Jiangsu forced a smile and said, "Aren't you best friends with him? The wonton stuffing I was short of last time wasn't given to him by you."

Little Nanjing looked at his father in surprise.

"Little brat, you're still young?"

Little Jiangsu looked proud. He had been following his mother around the wonton stall since he was five years old. He knew everything about that stuff.

Lu Pingsheng put his things at the door and turned to look for Wu Ziyang across the street.

When Wei Miao and the others pushed open the door, Xu Ayu looked at the things in their hands and it took him a while to react.

"What are you doing?" She couldn't bear to get angry with Wei Miao, so she was about to pull Wei Ling's ear.

Wei Ling reacted quickly, holding the large intestine in her hand in front of her and said:

"Mom, take it quickly. It stinks."

After a lot of chaos, Xu Ayu looked at Wei Miao and said:

"Mr. Lu is just a young man, how could he know the recipe for braised pork? You used to be the smartest one, why did you believe it this time?"

Wei Miao pointed at a pile of things and said with a smile:

"Mom, these are all sponsored by Xiaokai, and now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired."

Although Xu Ayu was muttering to himself, he quickly rolled up his sleeves and began to deal with various sewage.

Wei Miao called a few younger ones to help, and let them help out while he turned around and went back to his room.

Wei Miao closed the door and looked up at Ali's cat bed. When the little guy saw it was her, he lazily closed his eyes again.

She took out a piece of paper from her bag, on which were written a few words in blood:

"Chrysanthemum Garden, Mr. Sun."

Wei Miao didn't think this was a coincidence. He turned over the back of the note and saw the following words in square handwriting:

"Rock is under arrest, evacuate immediately!!!"

Wei Miao’s mind flashed with the middle-aged man with glasses who handed her the newspaper.

Aunt Xiu said he was a professor at a nearby university.

Wei Miao was a little hesitant. Originally, she didn't want to get involved in these troubles, as it would be detrimental to her family and her practice.

In her eyes, all things in this world are straw dogs and should be treated equally, without any special preference or aversion.

Everyone has his or her own destiny, just like flowers bloom in spring and bear fruit in autumn. Everything should abide by its own destiny.

"Cauldron, what are you doing?"

As little Weidong's childish voice sounded, the door was hit with a sound by his little fist.

Wei Miao had long discovered that this kid was much stronger than anyone else.

She opened the door and caught the kid before he fell to the ground. Ahri whined at her and rushed out of the house.

Wei Miao looked at the direction where Ali left with a pale face, and he actually felt a lot more relieved in his heart.

"You little brat, you're running around as soon as you can walk."

Wei Miao hugged Wei Dong, who seemed to have become much heavier, and touched his forehead with the tip of his nose.

Weidong thought the big pot was playing a game with him, so he shook his head vigorously and laughed.

When Wei Miao went out, he found that most of the things he bought had been dealt with.

Wei Ling and a few others were plucking the hair from the pig's trotters very seriously using the tweezers she had taken from Xiao Ding.

"Big pot, eat meat." Wei Dong said, drooling.

Wei Ran looked at his brother and said unhappily, "You only know how to eat!"

Wei Dong showed his small teeth and smiled flatteringly at Wei Ran: "Second pot, eat too!"

Wei Ran blushed and was laughed at by Wei Ling and Wei Ping.