Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea
Chapter 685 Where Does the Paper Money Come From?
Chapter 685 Where Does the Paper Money Come From?
When Boss Fu came back, Fu Ming was chopping wild boar legs in the kitchen. Fu Wan and Ye Xiaocui were also busy in the kitchen as it was almost dinner time.
Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu also wanted to join in the fun, but there was no room for anyone to stand in the kitchen, so the two children kept touching here and there, making trouble.
Fu Wan's face darkened. Fu Ling realized that her mother was about to lose her temper, so she hurriedly pulled Qin Mingyu into the house to watch TV.
Fu Wan just came back these days, and the food at home has improved a little. Ye Xiaocui feels that she has eaten too much meat these days, so today she specially opened the jar of pickled cabbage she had made earlier.
"Tonight, I'll have pickled cabbage stewed with vermicelli. I'll add some thinly sliced wild boar meat to the mix. It's delicious!"
Ye Xiaocui made all the arrangements clearly. Today, Fu Wan and the others brought back so many things from her mother's home. Although Ye Xiaocui did not say it explicitly, she was very happy in her heart.
Especially when she heard that her sister-in-law had prepared a lot of walnuts and pine nuts, she was extremely happy. She was the only one in the family who liked to eat peanuts, walnuts and the like.
Neither Fu Wan nor Fu Ming told her about Liang Cuifen. Telling her wouldn't change anything and would only make Ye Xiaocui worry.
Seeing that the vegetables were all cut, Ye Xiaocui picked up the spatula and prepared to stir-fry. After she was done, she did not forget to drive Fu Wan and Qin An Ning out of the kitchen.
"It's very smoky in here. Go to the main room and warm yourself by the fire and watch some TV. Dinner will be served soon."
Upon hearing this, Fu Wan washed the bowl and took it out.
There was a cartoon playing on the TV in the room. Fu Wan took a quick look and thought, hey, isn't this the image of Sun Wukong?
The texture of the cartoon shows that it was produced by the Shanghai Fine Arts Cartoon Studio. There is a small name next to it, which reads: Golden Monkey Conquers the Demon.
Cartoons had just emerged in those days, and Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu were watching them with great fascination. Not only the children, but even the two adults, Fu Wan and Qin An Ning, were reluctant to take their eyes off them.
It’s better to have a TV with a picture. The radio doesn’t have a picture, so it feels a little lacking.
Boss Fu also stood by and watched for a few seconds, then went into the kitchen to bring out the dishes.
The dinner was simple. Ye Xiaocui fried some pickled cabbage and vermicelli stew, and cooked some small crabs into a pot of porridge.
Of course, there was also scrambled eggs with chili peppers and the leftovers they didn’t finish at noon.
Although drinking porridge at night makes it easy to go to the toilet, Ye Xiaocui just likes to drink something hot in the cold winter.
Fu Wan couldn't persuade her mother. The key point was that the crab porridge was cooked really well. In addition to crabs, there were also some chopped vegetables. When she took a bite, she could taste the freshness of the crabs and the sweetness of the vegetables. It was so delicious.
Even Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu drank two bowls, but Fu Wan watched and didn't care. If they wet the bed at night, she would let them sleep on the floor.
They were supposed to move into the new house in the next few days, but seeing that the weather has been bad these days, they probably have to wait until after Fu Ming's wedding.
I have to say, no one knows who invented the dish of sauerkraut stewed with vermicelli. The sour and crispy sauerkraut combined with the vermicelli soaked in the soup is so sour and refreshing.
The meal here was lively and bustling, but at Fu Laoer's house, it was deserted.
Their dinner was very simple, a few three-grain flatbreads and two pieces of moldy tofu.
As for the moldy tofu, Wang Zhaodi had to run back to her mother's house and talk to her mother for a while before she brought back a small bowl.
Moldy tofu goes well with rice, but no matter how much you eat it, it is not oily or greasy.
Thinking of the aroma of meat that had just come from the direction of Mr. Fu’s house, Mrs. Wang’s mouth instantly became tasteless.
She put down the pancake in her hand and looked at Wang Zhaodi and said, "How did you teach your sons? Tomorrow is the Little New Year, and the eldest son is not at home, and the second son won't come back to give New Year gifts?"
Wang Zhaodi couldn't help but shiver when she met her mother-in-law's murderous gaze.
"Mom... you know that the second son is a bad boy. He must still be holding a grudge against Aqiang for stealing his bike last time..."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but blame her second son Fu Ganglai in her heart.
When I agreed to let him become a son-in-law in someone else's family, I agreed that it would be like getting my own daughter married, and gifts must be given during the three festivals of the year.
In the past, before the Chinese New Year’s Eve, the second son would bring back two pounds of meat and a can of malted milk. I don’t know what happened this year, but he hasn’t been seen yet.
Could it be that he really holds a grudge against the boss?
Old Lady Wang put down her chopsticks with a bang, "What's the point of holding a grudge? Ah Qiang doesn't know what's going on right now. Without Ah Qiang here, he's the eldest grandson.
No, you guys go check on him tomorrow and bring… it doesn’t matter if you don’t bring anything back, the main thing is we haven’t seen him for so long, maybe something happened!”
"Yes, what Mom said makes sense. Let's go and see tomorrow!"
Fu Laoer rarely spoke. He just said that his mother has always been sensible, so why would she force the child to send things back.
But the second son was indeed ignorant, and they had already planned to celebrate the New Year with the things that the second son gave as a New Year gift. If the second son didn't come back, they couldn't have three-grain flatbread with moldy tofu on the table on New Year's Eve, right?
If he told others about it, the whole village would laugh at him for being useless.
However, at this moment, Wang Zhaodi was thinking in her mind. She didn't say anything, but quickly finished the half piece of cake in her hand.
After dinner, Wang Zhaodi lay in bed, tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. Fu Laoer was annoyed by the noise and was about to lose his temper when Wang Zhaodi sat up from the bed.
After finally sleeping in the warm bed, the wind suddenly blew in. Fu Laoer frowned and started cursing.
"Are you sick? Why aren't you sleeping so late at night?"
"I'm not sick, Master, I have something to tell you."
Fu Lao Er closed his eyes and said, "What can't be said tomorrow? It's so late now, I want to go to bed."
After he finished speaking, Wang Zhaodi got out of bed as if she didn't hear him, lit the kerosene lamp on the ground with a match, and then took out a package from under the bed.
"Boss, look at what this is?"
Fu Laoer raised his eyelids. Ever since he was pushed to the ground by his son last time, his tailbone has been hurting badly whenever it rains.
Seeing Wang Zhaodi acting mysteriously, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.
"What? Did you eat the wrong rat poison late at night?"
Considering that she was about to get rich, Wang Zhaodi didn't bother with him, but grabbed a handful of things from the cloth bag and piled them in front of Fu Laoer.
The light from the kerosene lamp was not very bright, and since Fu Laoer was still lying on the bed, the light was even dimmer.
He felt Wang Zhaodi put a bag of something next to his face, and then he instinctively looked up. Wow, he was almost scared to death!
A stack of yellow paper money was piled next to his pillow, with a few folded gold ingots in it!
No, Wang Zhaodi is sick!
Thinking of this, Fu Laoer also cursed out loud. For a long time, he could still hear the deafening sound of his own heartbeat in his ears.
"You, why did you buy so much paper money?"
The winter solstice has passed, and now is not the time to visit graves and worship ancestors.
"Master, this is what I prepared for your aunt. In a couple of days we will go burn paper for your aunt and ask her to bless our family to make a fortune!"
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