Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Li Jiandang first knocked on the team leader's door, then woke up other cadres and pulled the cart in the dark to travel at night.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they left a few villagers to guard the place, and the village cadres led the way into the mountain. It didn't take long before they arrived at the thatched hut.

After exchanging secret signals with Zhang Xiuhua, he saw the quilts in the room and signaled everyone to keep their voices down and move the quilts down the mountain.

The weight of the quilt is nothing for rural people who are used to doing physical work, but it is large in size, so an adult male can only hold two.

Fortunately, the team leader called a lot of people, and each of them gave one or two beds, and the thatched hut was quickly emptied.

After coming down the mountain, they folded the quilts onto a cart and transported them to the threshing ground.

The team leader took the list of people who had paid and went forward one by one to choose a quilt.

Actually, there was nothing to choose from. Because they had just checked that the quilts were all of the same color, and the thickness was the same. Except for the outer packaging, everything else was exactly the same.

Of course, the outer packaging is different because they were not careful during transportation, and the branches scratched the plastic packaging bag, making a small hole. The quilt inside is intact.

After getting their own quilts, the villagers touched them again and again lovingly.

"Just check here, if anyone's quilt has problems, you can return it on the spot." Zhang Xiuhua added at the right time. Although the villagers at that time were very simple, they were inevitably guilty of cheating, and she didn't want a good thing to go bad.

So everyone borrowed flashlights and took apart the quilts to check.

Soon, there were discussions one after another.

Perhaps the noise was too loud and it woke up the nearby villagers, who also gathered at the threshing ground to look at their newly acquired quilts.

"Hey, this quilt is really good. It's white, and look at how long the plush is. It must be very thick."

"Yes! It smells nice. It's obviously new cotton."

Rural people are very familiar with agricultural products and soon realized that this is good cotton, better than the cotton they bought at the supply and marketing cooperatives.

This time, we really got a great bargain! The villagers who received the goods were all so excited that their cheeks flushed. Even though they were blown by the cold wind and their hands and feet were frozen, it still did not stop their enthusiastic hearts.

The villagers who didn't buy any quilts were full of envy. Seeing such good cotton, they no longer hesitated and came to Zhang Xiuhua, asking her to help them order a quilt.

"No! I want two beds!"

Zhang Xiuhua didn't take a pen and paper. Seeing everyone crowding over, she hurriedly reminded them, "Go back and think about it first, and then find the team leader to register tomorrow. I'm only responsible for contacting, not for registration."

No matter how anxious the villagers were, they could only suppress their excitement and go home to discuss how many quilts to buy.

Zhang Xiuhua heard about this and found out that some people had originally planned to order only one quilt, but after seeing that the cotton was so good, they changed their minds and decided to order two more.

The next morning, the villagers who did not see the quilts with their own eyes the previous night also knew that the first batch of quilts had arrived.

They saw with their own eyes that the quilt was thick and the cotton was white.

Therefore, the list that Xu Chunying handed over included 52 more quilts than before, which meant that 300 quilts had to be delivered this time.

Zhang Xiuhua signaled Xu Chunying to help shout, "Today is the last time. There will be no more in the future. Tell them to make a reservation quickly if they want to. It will be too late!"

Xu Chunying nodded, and then she told Aunt Li Si, a big-mouthed woman, about the matter. Before long, the whole Lijiatun knew about it.

So the list grew to three hundred and twenty-three beds.

Zhang Xiuhua took the money, and one week later, she took Youcai with her again. This time, she did not go to the thatched cottage, but to a different place, directly in the ditch of their village.

The northeast is very spacious and there are few people at night. You can spread the quilt in the ditch without anyone noticing.

It also saved the villagers a lot of trouble.

Of course, Zhang Xiuhua's main purpose was not to help them, but she was afraid that someone would be watching the thatched cottage. If she was caught, it would be a loss.

She would have to move to another place after taking things out from now on. This was the only way to be safe.

Soon every household in the village bought one or two quilts, and families with more laborers bought four or five.

Zhang Xiuhua bought five beds, which didn't stand out. Her husband was a soldier and got a fixed salary every month. Her life was better than that of the villagers.

Aunt Wang bought three new quilts and has been smiling more often recently.

"This winter, I don't have to worry about freezing my hands and feet. When it's cold, I can just stay indoors."

Aunt Wang Er didn't know what was going on, and she liked to come and chat with Zhang Xiuhua. She bought a new quilt and planned to bring one to school for her daughter. She was afraid that her daughter would be missed by her classmates, so she had to sew a worn-out quilt cover for her daughter.

So she cut up all the old clothes in her house that were no longer wearable and pieced them together.

Zhang Xiuhua looked at the replica of the patchwork quilt and felt that Aunt Wang's love for her daughter was rare. She smiled and said, "Xinghua is so lucky to have a mother as loving as you."

Aunt Wang smiled from ear to ear, "I only have these two children, who else would I love if not her?"

Zhang Xiuhua chatted with her while hammering nails.

Seeing this, Aunt Wang put down her winnowing basket and came to help. Seeing her stick the plastic bag on the window, she asked, "Is this okay?"

"Let's give it a try. This plastic sheet is white anyway. I'm afraid it's not strong enough to put clothes in. Let's try sticking it on. Maybe it can block some wind."

Aunt Wang Er also thought it was good and said, "I'll try it later."

As we were talking, someone else came to visit.

I saw white powder drying in the yard. It didn't look like flour. I picked it up and asked, "What is this?"

Zhang Xiuhua turned around and looked at Aunt Li Si, "Sweet potato flour. Eating too much sweet potato will cause heartburn. Children don't like to eat it. And it will rot if stored in the cellar. So I made it into sweet potato flour, and then made it into vermicelli. We all do it in the south. Aunt Li Si can learn from it."

Aunt Li Si became interested. "Oh? How do we do it?"

Zhang Xiuhua briefly explained the operation method.

When Aunt Li Si heard that she had to rub the sweet potatoes into foam, she frowned and asked, "How long do we have to rub them?"

Zhang Xiuhua agreed, "It would be great if sweet potatoes could be ground into powder like wheat. We could open a vermicelli factory in Lijiatun. This is unique to Wuxing Commune."

Aunt Li Si and Aunt Wang Er looked at each other and thought her idea was feasible.

"But this machine costs a lot of money, right?"

Zhang Xiuhua shook her head, "I don't know. I haven't bought any either."

Aunt Li Si asked Zhang Xiuhua in detail about the method of making sweet potato flour and the proportion of sweet potatoes to be made into flour.

When she learned the odds were eight to one, she decided it was too much trouble and not worth it.

Zhang Xiuhua said, "When sweet potatoes are wet, they are mostly water. You don't have enough plastic bags to dry them, and they will easily get moldy if left outside. But sweet potato flour doesn't take up space, and it won't go bad all winter if you tie it up tightly in a plastic bag."

Aunt Li Si decided to go back and give it a try to see if this method was difficult.

She came quickly and left quickly.

As soon as she left, Aunt Wang asked Zhang Xiuhua, "You have this skill, you can use it to exchange for some food. Why did you tell her?"

Zhang Xiuhua was surprised, "Can it be exchanged for food?"

"Of course. Carpenters in our village make money by using their skills."

"Isn't this speculation?" Zhang Xiuhua was worried that it was speculation, so she didn't dare to do it.

Aunt Wang shook her head. "You can go find your uncle. He's a cadre. As long as he goes to the commune and passes the test, he won't have to worry about being reported."

Zhang Xiuhua seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Yes, speculation was done in secret, and if she had gone through the open way and obtained the permission of the leaders, she could do it.

She smiled gratefully at Aunt Wang Er, motioned the children to stay at home, and ran to Xu Chunying's house, gave Xu Chunying 30 yuan, and Li Jiandang, the team leader, and the team secretary each received 10 yuan, as a reward for their help in selling quilts.

Xu Chunying said she would definitely bring it there.

Zhang Xiuhua told the villagers that she wanted to help them make sweet potato noodles.

As for vermicelli? She told the villagers how to make it and let them make it themselves. After all, every family has so many strong laborers. When you want to eat it, just make some vermicelli. It tastes just as good when eaten wet, without drying it.

Xu Chunying asked her how to change it.

Zhang Xiuhua thought for a moment and said, "Eight kilograms of sweet potatoes will produce one kilogram of sweet potato flour. I want two kilograms of sweet potatoes as a reward."

It's not okay not to make money. It's not okay to make too much money. It's not okay to make too little money, and she'll be exhausted. Two kilograms is the price that's neither too high nor too low. She can handle it.

Xu Chunying had just received a reward of ten yuan, and her palms were still warm. She didn't mind helping her run a trip, so she readily agreed, "Okay! I'll ask your elder brother to help you run a trip."

Zhang Xiuhua smiled and returned the favor, "If the cadres' families make vermicelli, I won't charge you for labor."

Xu Chunying's expression changed a little, "Okay!"