Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

The woman didn't expect Yang Mo to say that, and she was taken aback for a moment before she smiled and said, "No problem, this set of kitchen utensils has been placed for this year, and no one has taken a fancy to it except you. I will wipe it once in a while."

When Yang Mo heard what she said, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless. Now the country is in a period of hard work, with insufficient production capacity and low requirements for craftsmanship.

This period is the saddest and most lonely period for craftsmen. Before Yang Mo crossed over, this kind of craftsmanship must have been highly respected.

Yang Mo can't change the fate of this kind of person, but she will give him due respect in her own way.

So Yang Mo didn't know how to bargain, but fortunately, she accepted the money from Uncle Feng at that time, otherwise she would have been able to get a kitchen knife.

All Yang Mo's money was placed in the system space, and she pretended to take out a handkerchief from her satchel, then paid, stacked the pots, and was ready to get up.

The woman said, "Sister, wait a moment."

After speaking, he turned around and went out, Yang Mo was still wondering, why, he won't meet black people and eat black people.Thinking about it again, I couldn't help laughing, I was a little sensitive, looking at the way the elder sister looked, I knew she was polite.

After a while, the woman came in carrying a wooden box. The whole body of the wooden box was dark purple, with fine carvings on it, which looked extraordinary.

She put the wooden box on a table, then lifted the lid, Yang Mo looked over, there were several thread-bound books inside.

The woman took out the book, brushed the cover lightly with one hand, looked at it carefully, and handed the book to Yang Mo.

Yang Mo took it suspiciously, and looked at the cover. The four traditional characters "Zhang Family Recipe" are also educated by Yang Mo. She can't write these traditional characters, so it's no problem to recognize them.

Seeing that it was the recipe, Yang Mo became even more puzzled, and looked at the woman.

The woman smiled slightly, and said softly: "Sister, don't worry, my father said that if anyone really buys the kitchen utensils he made, he will give them this recipe as a gift."

Yang Mo understood, but he was even more confused, so he said: "How can I do it, I won't get paid for nothing, this must be a valuable and good item, how dare I accept it."

The woman smiled and said, "My surname is Huang, and my name is Huang Ying. You can also call me Sister Huang."

Yang Mo: "Sister Huang, my name is Yang Mo."

Sister Huang: "This recipe is my mother's family heirloom. In this world, it's not of much value. The kitchen utensils you bought were made by my father. Those who buy these with a lot of money must come from "Qinxing", so donate them with recipes, and it will not cause the family's craftsmanship to be lost."

Yang Mo asked some more questions, and Sister Huang answered them one by one, and Yang Mo understood.

Sister Huang's mother's surname is Zhang, and her ancestors are famous. Her ancestor was the first imperial cook during the Qianlong period, and the creator of the Manchu Banquet.

With the efforts and supplements of more than ten generations, the content of this recipe has become more and more abundant.

It was handed down to Sister Huang's mother's generation. Because of the war, all the brothers passed away early, and this recipe also entered the hands of her mother.

Sister Huang's father was a generation of blacksmiths and a family friend of the Zhang family, and married Sister Huang's mother.During the war, Huang's mother was injured, leaving the root of the disease, and died shortly after giving birth to Huang Jie.

Huang's father originally wanted to train his daughter to inherit the Zhang family's piano business, but since the war, there has been a shortage of supplies, and this cooking skill is mainly practiced, so it is naturally difficult to cultivate.

Mr. Huang's good blacksmithing skills are also due to the strong industrial foundation of the Northeast at that time, and he found a job in a foundry, so he had a little use for his skills.

Father Huang decided to donate his beloved wife's recipes, so as not to break the inheritance.If the Zhang family's descendants are cut off, then the Zhang family's recipes will make the Zhang family famous all over the world.

The old man's mind and the emotions contained in it are self-evident, but it must be given to a knowledgeable person so that the pearl will not be dusted.

Therefore, Mr. Huang used his spare time to build a set of kitchen utensils himself, and the price was not low.

Those who can spend a lot of money to buy this set of kitchen utensils must be knowledgeable and diligent people, and this recipe can also be handed over with confidence.

After listening to Yang Mo, she immediately felt that this basic booklet had another kind of weight. After thinking for a while, she said: "Gift from the elders, I dare not resign. Yang Mo will surely spread this recipe to the public in the future, and I will live up to you." Father's expectations."

Sister Huang nodded in relief, and looked closer at Yang Mo.

According to the rules of the trade, Yang Mo was considered her mother's disciple, even though he did not have a teacher or teach him.

This is the current age, otherwise the old man in the family would have to make a fuss about it.

"Then I'll call you Xiaomo, where is your home?" Sister Huang said.

Yang Mo: "My family is in Dawanzi, and I came to the county this time to buy some utensils."

Sister Huang: "Then you can come over at any time when you come again. My father definitely wants to see you."

The old man lives elsewhere.

Yang Mo: "Well, I will definitely come to the door again, then I'll go first, see you, Sister Huang."

Yang Mo rejected Sister Huang's suggestion to find someone to give her, put the box containing the recipes in the steamer, and left the side room with a stack of pots and utensils.

Seeing her coming out with the pot, the sloppy man first opened the small hole to look, then opened the door, Yang Mo walked out, and the door closed again immediately.

But before leaving, Yang Mo saw a small square iron plate standing next to the gatehouse, and wanted to buy it, but Sister Huang came out and told her to give it to her, and she was not polite.

Yang Mo was walking on the road, still thinking about this matter in his heart. That old man Huang is also quite courageous. If he comes to the county one day, he will come to cook him a meal.

This recipe and her culinary knowledge can be verified by each other, and her improvement is obvious. She can also feel the kindness of the other party, so she will have the opportunity to carry forward this skill in the future.

However, now Yang Mo is also a little anxious. She spent old Uncle Feng's money directly, and the money in her hand is long gone. Now she only has 6 yuan left in her hand, and she must make money as soon as possible.

But this time the time was a bit tight, and there were a lot of delays in the middle, but she went to the station and passed the black market, she checked the time, and there was still half an hour before the bus back to the commune, so Yang Mo went directly to the black market, where there was no one, Her pan was gone, replaced by a bag.

This is the second time she came in today, but now she came in as a seller, with forty catties of brown sugar in the bag.

In the black market, these can be sold for one yuan and two catties, but in the supply and marketing cooperatives, it is [-] cents. The huge price difference represents a high profit.

Yang Mo's time was limited, so she didn't want to sell them casually, so she went directly to the guy who sold peanuts and melon seeds.

The young man still had an impression of her, but he didn't see her holding the pot, instead he was carrying a bag, and he couldn't help asking: "Have you bought the pot, the place is easy to find."

Yang Mo curled his lips, it was easy to find, what a big elm tree.But she didn't have time to ink something useless, so she asked him in a low voice.

"Little brother, brown sugar, do you want this?"

The young man squinted at her and said casually, "Yes, 6 cents a catty."

I thought, come to me to sell things.

Yang Mo: "Brother, you are not being kind. The price here is one yuan and two. You just cut it in half. You think I don't know how to do it."

The young man said impatiently: "Then you are selling here, and I didn't stop you."

Yang Mo was a little helpless, this young man was quite capable.But she still interjected: "Isn't this because I don't want to waste time on retail sales? I thought that if you want it, I will give it to you. I will save time by earning less."

The young man stopped looking at people from the corner of his eyes, and looked at him squarely, and said, "You mean, you have a lot of goods?"

Yang Mo looked down at the bag, but said nothing.

The young man also followed his gaze, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Sister, your place is full of candy, right?"

He also looked at this bag just now, and it didn't arouse his interest at all, but if it was all candy, it would be different, this candy is in short supply.