The pension plan of the ancient cannon fodder woman

Su He started making sweet potato noodles again after returning from the county government office. This time she had experience, so her family members took turns making them. After 10 days, 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes turned into more than kilograms of sweet potato noodles.

Everyone gathered in Su He's kitchen again, looking curiously at the sweet potato flour that had clumped into small pieces.

"Lotus, how do you eat this?"

The little grandfather and a bunch of little kids were drooling beside him. During the time he lived here, he had already become friends with the children. Except for his slow hands and feet, there was no sense of incongruity when he played with Mu Tou and the others.

"It's the same as flour. It can be made into noodles. There are many ways to make it. Tomorrow is New Year's Day. Why don't we make them all and eat them?"

Speaking of food, Su He thought of the famous Northeastern dish, pork stewed with vermicelli, which is perfect for winter.

"Okay, okay, let's eat it today."

Grandpa dragged my brother away directly. Hehua had already said that it would be theirs tomorrow and that they had the final say over other people’s things. This stupid brother really had no tact.

"I'll make this semi-finished product today and let it air dry. It will taste better tomorrow."

Su He smiled and said to her grandpa, "Grandpa, eat more tomorrow."

"Okay, Lotus, I know my granddaughter is amazing, so I will..."

"That's your niece's granddaughter, don't embarrass yourself here."

While grandpa was speaking, he had already dragged his younger brother away.

"Sister, I want to eat more tomorrow too."

Miaomiao pulled Su He's hand and shook it. Su He looked at everyone's expectant eyes and said generously, "Let's eat it tomorrow. Let's celebrate the New Year together at my place tomorrow."

Miaomiao and Tiantian were all very happy. Zhou frowned and said, "Hehua, this little bit of flour requires a hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes. It would be a waste if we eat it all. How about we just use two kilograms to try it out?"

Su He shook her head. "Aunt, it's the New Year, let's have some fun. After tomorrow, we'll forget the past and start over. In the future, we'll have endless sweet potato noodles to eat. I'm afraid you'll get tired of them by then."

Zhou pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking about, and stopped trying to persuade him.

"Then tell me what to do and I'll help you."

Su He did not refuse and told Zhou the steps he had memorized.

"It's just like flour. Add hot water to the sweet potato flour, half hot water and half sweet potato flour, stir, and then steam it in a pot. It doesn't even take half an hour. Then take it out and put it in a cool place to ventilate overnight. When you make it tomorrow, cut it into thin strips. This is the sweet potato vermicelli."

In fact, this can be done with a plane, but there was no such thing in ancient times, so Su He had to resort to cutting with a knife.

The method is quite simple and Zhou made it easily.

"Aunt, let's have everyone eat at my place starting tomorrow. We can have a great time together. I bought a whole pig this time. It's a good way to nourish your body during the winter."

Zhou rolled her eyes at Su He and said, "Let's eat together. You, the rich man, have the final say. I'll ask Binzi to notify Quan Gui later."

Seeing that Zhou had recovered to her former agility, Su He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her aunt had adjusted her condition.

In a blink of an eye, it was the next day. Miaomiao started clamoring for sweet potato vermicelli since she woke up in the morning, making everyone drool.

After breakfast, Wang Quangui and his family came, and Wang Bin went to pick them up.

Wang Sheng helped Wen Niang into Su He's kitchen, where there was a chair that Su He had specially prepared for Wen Niang. It had a thick backrest and seat cushion, and was stuffed with cotton. This cotton was old cotton that everyone had discarded, and Su He asked Liu Niang to take it down and install it on the chair.

Wen Niang had been pregnant for more than eight months and her whole body was a little swollen. When Wang Sheng helped her sit in a specially made chair, she instantly breathed a sigh of relief and her waist felt much more comfortable.

"This chair is really nice, Brother Sheng. I feel much more relaxed."

Wen Niang was very happy. She used to lean on the quilt at home to feel more comfortable, but her waist was still sore. This chair is more comfortable than leaning on the quilt.

Wang Sheng turned around and wanted to ask Hehua how to do this.

"This is specially made by me. The cushion at the waist is thicker. It's made especially for Wen Niang. You can take the chair with you later. I have some more here."

Wang Shenghan smiled and scratched his head. "Hehua, thank you very much. If you want to make sweet potato noodles next time, call me. I will bring Ah Zhi with me."

Wang Zhi's face was full of disgust. What was this unlucky brother saying? Why did he bring him along to do him a favor?

Today is a big family gathering to celebrate the New Year. Everyone gathered in Su He's kitchen early to chat in groups of three or four. In order to keep warm, Su He specially added a kang in the kitchen this year, so whoever feels cold can sit on it.

The Zhou family and their friends prepared lunch together as usual. The men gathered together to drink rice wine and brag, bringing up all the gossips of the past year.

The carrot-heads, led by Tietou, played flying chess and gobang that Suhe made himself.

Jin was the happiest this year. She married a daughter-in-law she liked and would soon have a grandson. She also saved a lot of money this year, and her youngest son would be able to meet someone else next year. She has been smiling since she sold the sweet potatoes.

These days were so comfortable that she would wonder if all this was just a dream every time she woke up.

Jin knew that Lotus had made great contributions, so she wanted to do something about it.

"Hehua, do you still want to eat braised pig's head? If you do, I'll take your pig's head away this afternoon and I'll make it and send it to you in two days."

"Yes! Aunt, I was just about to tell you that I bought some extra large intestines and chicken feet. Please braise them for me. I'm counting on this for the New Year."

Su He was not polite either. She would ask her aunt-in-law to braise more food in the future and store it in the space to eat slowly.

Jin agreed readily, saying that Hehua liked it and that she would buy two pig heads and braise them for her later.

Everyone has received so much help from Lotus that they can't find a chance to give back. After much thought, she decided that she could only make more food in return and repay the favor later.

"By the way, why don't you see any wood?"

Since moving into her uncle's house, Ma has become more familiar with everyone. She looked at the little ones playing on the table and found that Mu Tou was not there.

"Oh, he's reading. He said he has an exam at the beginning of the semester, so he needs to review first."

In fact, the exam at the beginning of the school year was very simple. Mu Tou was reading a book for the exam to become a student.

Su He got the handwritten version of the Tongsheng examination papers in recent years through the principal. After spending time studying, Su He made two sets of examination papers for Mu Tou to do. He took the examination once a month and then made excerpts and summaries. After checking for omissions and filling in the gaps, he prepared for the next round of examinations.

The first test paper has been completed, and Mu Tou failed, so he starts studying as soon as he gets up, hoping to pass the next time.

After hearing this, Ma was extremely envious and thought that Mu Tou would have a great future.

"Mu Tou is really amazing. We peasants can't even write our names, but Mu Tou wants to study and become an official."

Su He felt embarrassed when he heard this.

"Aunt, you are not going to be an official. That's still a long way to go. I sent Mu Tou to school so that he could learn more words and work as an accountant in the county town. It would be a safe and stable job. But he wanted to take the exam for the Tongsheng. I have more money now, so I will support him for a few years. If he doesn't have the talent, three or four years of study will be enough."

Su He looked at everyone's envious eyes and made a suggestion, "Actually, everyone can learn to read. The uncles are all free now, so I'll let Tietou and the others teach the uncles how to write their names. After the uncles have learned it, they can teach the aunts."

Before the men at home could say anything, Miaomiao had already volunteered to go first.

"Okay, I'll teach you uncles how to write the character Wang. This is your surname. Look carefully."

It was Miaomiao’s first time to be a teacher. She was very excited and took a charcoal pencil and started writing on the ground.

Su He was very worried about Miao Miao. She was skeptical about Su Miao's literacy level.

Fortunately, Miaomiao's handwriting was crooked, but there were no mistakes.

"Have you all read it? Uncle, you write one."

Miaomiao called out the name directly and handed the charcoal pencil to Wang Fugui. Wang Fugui, who was just bragging, was dumbfounded. These two days were the only days he could relax in the whole year, so why did he have to learn to read? Where did this surname start?

Wang Fugui felt a headache when he saw Miaomiao urging him non-stop.

In just 20 minutes, Wang Fugui, Wang Quangui, Wang Jingui and Shunzi all received a big "stupid" label from Teacher Miaomiao.

All the aunts, led by Zhou, were laughing. Su He was quite embarrassed and had no choice but to call Mu Tou out to be her little teacher.

Mu Tou led his team of teachers and spent an hour providing one-on-four tutoring, and finally convinced all four uncles.

In the end, Shunzi had to learn it reluctantly because his name only had two characters, Xu Shun.

Wang Fugui was the most worried because his handwriting had too many strokes. His younger brothers had all learned to use the character "Fu", but he had not yet learned his own character, "Fu". Thinking of this, he felt a little resentful towards his own father. What a ridiculous name to give him. Wang Gui was much better, it was simple and easy.