After dressing as a widow

Hearing that Lin Zhen wanted a wheelbarrow, Brother Lin and Second Brother Lin went to the back of the house to find two pieces of wood without saying anything.

Lin Zhen watched from the side, and according to his demand for selling Mala Tang, he asked them to add two wooden planks below as a crossbar, and then sealed three sides, and erected small pillars to support the four corners.

The modern mobile food trucks he referred to not only look comfortable, but also have a place to hide in rainy or sunny weather.

It’s just that Lin Zhen hasn’t figured out the covering material yet, so he specially asked his two elder brothers to make the four small pillars detachable, and then install them after finding something that can shade the sun and rain.

After it was finished, he said that the cart was not at all like the cart in Lin Xiaoyao’s impression. He couldn’t help touching it with his hands: “It’s so beautiful, just like a small house.”

Then he hurriedly asked Lin Zhen: "Third brother, what are you planning to sell?"

Almost everyone in his family knew about his business, but he hadn't decided what to do.

Lin Zhendao: "A fresh food, Malatang."

"Mala Tang?" Just hearing the name, Lin Xiaoyao couldn't figure out what it would taste like, but they all knew that Lin Zhen's craftsmanship was extraordinary, and they were already secretly looking forward to it.

After a while, Father Lin and Father Lin also came back. The smiles on their faces almost outshone the sun in the sky. Father Lin sat on the straw stool in front of the door, his swarthy face stretched out, every wrinkle was filled with joy.

Father Lin laughed heartily, and compared with Lin Zhen how tall and strong the seedlings grew in the field, he kept saying: "The seedlings are good, and the harvest is good. If nothing goes wrong, our family can have a good year this year." gone."

"Pingzi land and wasteland land are fine, just keep an eye on the few fields next to the river," Lin Zhen didn't dare to guarantee the matter of God, but there has not been a particularly large flood or severe storm here for decades. Drought, I think this year will not be so unlucky, he said to Father Lin, "By the way, Father, I have already decided to start the Malatang business, you can give me a taste later."

Father Lin's attention was instantly taken away by Malatang. He had been worrying about it these days, and seeing that Lin Zhen finally had an idea, he said repeatedly: "Okay."

After dinner, Lin Zhen washed the bare bones he bought and put them in the pot, and put the spices he bought today into a small bag made of sackcloth and put them in it.

After the soup is boiled, it is adjusted into two flavors: spicy and clear soup. Since there is no chili, cornus is used to enhance the spiciness. In Lin Zhen's eyes, the spicy soup base can only be slightly spicy. But the Lin family was sweating profusely after eating, and they all couldn't bear to let go and gulped water.

It was only then that Lin Zhen remembered that all flavors related to spices were symbols of luxury in ancient times.

Because spices cannot be eaten as food, they are not important to the villagers. They don't spend time on them at all, and they can't even eat enough.

With the attitude of the Lin family even finishing the soup in the bowl, Lin Zhen knew that he was doing well in this business, so he rolled up his sleeves to do other preparations.

The Lin family had dried bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and fungus. Father Lin and the others asked Lin Zhen to use them directly, but Lin Zhen insisted on giving them fifteen coins. Because of this, Father Lin almost fell out with Lin Zhen.

Still, Lin Zhen didn't avoid Sister-in-law Lin, and Sister-in-law Lin told him that although it wasn't much, she was married and had a family after all, and it would be okay if she used it to eat, but it would be difficult to explain to Sister-in-law Lin to make money with it.

After all, Father Lin and Father Lin are not the only ones working in this family. Sister-in-law Lin and sister-in-law Lin also work with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky all day long. Even if they don't care about this today, they will inevitably leave their hearts in the future.

When he said this, Mrs. Lin's sister-in-law Lin wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that her words were correct.

What people are most afraid of is taking things for granted. If they go back to their natal family to make money like Lin Zhen, the sisters-in-law and brothers at home must have ideas.

Even if you don't say it now, it will explode in the future because of the accumulated resentment.

In this way, Lin Zhen asked the Lin family to make hot and spicy bamboo sticks, bamboo baskets for scalding things, and charcoal for fire, and then bought them for money.

Two days later, when the stars in the sky were bright, Lin Zhen turned over and got up. Just as he got out of bed and got dressed, Lin Xiaoyao next to him groaned, and whispered, "Yesterday Dad told me to go with you. You lend a hand."

While talking, he put on his clothes and shoes, and stepped out of the small sleeping cubicle faster than Lin Zhen.

Seeing his figure like a rabbit, Lin Zhen raised the corners of his mouth.

Because he can calculate everything very clearly, Auntie Lin has a stern face when he sees him these days, and still feels that he has suffered a big loss.

Asking Lin Xiaoyao to help, she definitely didn't want to work alone, and there was a companion on the road.

He walked out of the cubicle and said to Lin Xiaoyao who was washing his face: "I moved the stringed skewers to the cart last night, you put the bucket next to the water tank that has not been stringed onto the cart, I will Serve the soup base."

Lin Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, and she nodded: "Okay! I'll mention it right away!"

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Today is a small market once every fifteen days. The nearby villages will go there to buy daily necessities, and by the way, they will exchange the eggs and embroidery work they have accumulated at home into money to add some income to the family.

Just as Lin Zhengang and Lin Xiaoyao pushed the cart to the entrance of the village, they collided with three fellow villagers. They were carrying baskets on their backs, and they were startled when they saw a figure approaching from behind. The light of the stars in the sky saw Lin Xiaoyao, a familiar face, and then exhaled: "Brother Lin, what are you pushing?"

"Uncle Ji is also going to the market?" Lin Xiaoyao has been in the village all year round, and she is hardworking and good-looking. If it weren't for the poor conditions of the Lin family, and the moles of pregnancy are so faint that they are almost invisible, there are also people who propose marriage. He and this middle-aged man Brother Nian said, "My brother made some food and sold it in the town, and I'll follow along to help."

In fact, Uncle Ji also saw Lin Zhen next to him, but Lin Zhen's reputation...

Although the Lin family always said that Lin Zhen brought the soil dung method, they all felt that it was just learned by Lin Zhen from the dead Gu Da.

The sorghum seedlings look good now, but it is not certain whether they will produce ears or not.

Uncle Ji gave a oh, and looked at Lin Zhen: "So it's Brother Zhen, I said that there are no such good-looking people in our village, so I thought it was a relative from your family."

"Speaking of which, Brother Zhen doesn't like to walk around outside. If you come out to chat with us more often, you will recognize us if you specify."

Lin Zhen smiled and said loudly: "Uncle Ji is right, you must talk to the uncles when you are free someday, by the way, Uncle, I saw Uncle Li at my house last night, and I also I don’t know why Uncle Li went to see my father, he didn’t go back until the moon was over the treetops, and I was worried that it would be unsafe for him to walk at night.”

The Lin family's seedlings are in the field, and everyone can see it. It is inevitable that someone will come to ask for leave.

Uncle Ji's husband, Uncle Li, was one of them. Before going to Lin's house last night, he told Uncle Ji that if he got the method to grow seedlings well, he would marry his second son a wife next year.

Uncle Gia stopped talking, his face was burning hot.

Lin Zhen was not unreasonable, and pushed the cart with Lin Xiaoyao.

It took more than three hours from Liyu Village to the town, not to mention the two of them, even Uncle Ji and his three men and women who were in their prime could not hold on.

Suddenly, just when Lin Zhen was going to take a rest, Uncle Ji lifted the shoulder strap of the backpack, went to Lin Xiaoyao's side and stretched out his hand to help push it.

Lin Zhen turned his head and said, "Thank you, Uncle Ji."

Uncle Ji'a said in a low voice, "It's for the folks in the village to lend a helping hand."

The two people who were with Uncle Ji also came to help, and the three of them took turns with Lin Zhen and Lin Xiaoyao, and they pushed the cart to the town with ease.

Standing at the bustling three-fork intersection with all kinds of things on both sides, Lin Zhen sincerely thanked Uncle Ji and the others: "If it weren't for Uncle Ji, Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu, Xiaoyao and I would probably be here now." I’m still on the way, I really don’t know how to thank you.”

Uncle Ji A said: "It's okay, you go to business quickly, we are going to sell things too."

Lin Zhen glanced at the dried bamboo shoots, dried mushrooms and vegetables in their baskets, as well as the eggs in the basket, and nodded: "Then uncles and aunts are busy, I'll go play with you someday."

"That's a good relationship," Uncle Ji said and left, and the figures of Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu quickly disappeared into the crowded crowd.

Lin Zhen pressed down the thought in his heart, and said to Lin Xiaoyao, whose face was black and red, "Come on, let's push the car to Zhazi Street."

He did his homework, Zhazi Street is the area of ​​the Huiyin Bank where he brought Gu Shuanzi to deposit money, the shops opened are a little higher, and there is some money in his pockets.

After all, he can't fill his stomach with Malatang, and the price won't be particularly cheap, so it's best to sell it there.

Lin Xiaoyao came to the town with her father and father before, but she had never been to Zhazi Street. When she heard that they were going to do business there, she shrank her shoulders.

Lin Zhen patted him on the shoulder: "What are you afraid of, let's make clean money and do clean business, it's no big deal."

"Later, you will be cooking, and I will be packing and collecting money. Don't panic."

The calmness on his face infected Lin Xiaoyao, Lin Xiaoyao took a deep breath, "Yes."

Once the cart enters Zhazi Street, it is clearly isolated from the noise and congestion at the Sancha intersection. The people on the road are obviously better dressed, and the shops on both sides of the road welcome customers in an orderly manner.

Lin Zhen took Lin Xiaoyao to push the cart into the gap between the two shops that he had been optimistic about for a long time, and pulled out the fire door of the clay stove specially made by Brother Lin and Second Brother Lin, who could control the heat. The charcoal that could not be burned brightened in a short while.

He put two deep and wide earthenware pots on top of the earthen stove, lifted the lid, and put the dried radish, fried tofu fruit, and dried mushrooms into the soup.