Cuixiang leaned down, stretched out her hand for the thin layer of ice on the water, and exclaimed, "It's really ice, it's like a trick." ”

As she spoke, she pulled Nurse Li and smiled excitedly: "Mother Li, with this method, we don't have to worry about running out of ice anymore." ”

Grandma Li looked at the ice on the basin, smiled and nodded, and calculated happily in her heart.

This saltpeter is always on the table, not a precious thing, and their family is the son of the house, although it is inconspicuous, but the dignity is not lost, even if you make a few carts of saltpeter, it is just a matter of a few words.

In this way, saltpeter is used in the house, and the water is drawn from the well, which is not even money, but it is a rare Qiaozonger.

This summer is in the past, earn some silver to do some housekeeping, and take care of an errand for the girl in the family, and there is nothing left to chew, in the future, there will be no creation next to it.

Grandma Li moved her mind, the more she thought about it, the more beautiful she became, and she couldn't fly home immediately, but she thought about it again, this method is so simple, if others know, it is not good, so she dragged Cuixiang and said in a low voice: "It's not worrying, but we have to hide it." If someone sues his wife, his wife will lose face, and she will complain about our troubles. ”

Cuixiang also knew Mrs. Xing's temperament, but she didn't think of anything else, so she nodded hurriedly.

When Grandma Li saw that Cuixiang responded, she turned her head with a smile, fanned Jia Cong with a fan, and coaxed Jia Cong softly: "Brother, can you hear it, you can't tell others, we can use this method to make ice." Let people know, but there is no use for ice. Those people outside are broken-hearted, wishing we would suffer and suffer. ”

Jia Cong blinked and looked at Granny Li, coaxing the child's tone not to be so obvious, okay?

He is not really a child, but Mrs. Xing doesn't even let go of the small amount of money from selling ice, if she knows that there is such a recipe for making ice, she is afraid that it is too late to be happy, how can she care about it?

But Jia Cong knows that a woman's thinking can't be inferred by common sense, the mortal woman is too stingy, and her temperament is also very weird, if Mrs. Xing got the recipe for making ice, and was instigated by others, for the sake of face, she still didn't give him ice, he could only be next to him, who made him rely on people to survive with his little arms and legs now?

Even though she knew that Granny Li wanted to hide the news, not necessarily for the reasons she said, Jia Cong nodded helplessly.

Moreover, Jia Cong doesn't care too much about this saltpeter ice-making method, in this era when science and technology are relatively backward, with his knowledge and experience, he can come up with dozens of ways to make money if he thinks about it.

He only hates that he is too young, has no right to speak, and cannot implement ideas when he has them.

Jia Cong wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, he finally knew the troubles of those geniuses in his previous life. There were a few sounds not far away, and Granny Li took out a copper-plated pocket watch from her arms and looked at it, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "It's all this hour, and there is no one in the kitchen to send food, it seems that we have to go and get it ourselves." ”

Cuixiang quickly stood up and hurriedly said, "I'll go." ”

Granny Li hurriedly waved her hand and said with a smile: "I'd better go." You've just come back, and you should rest for a while. ”

Cuixiang was already greedy for the coolness emanating from the house, but when she heard Grandma Li say this, she was disrespectful, nodded and smiled: "That's good, I'm tired of my mother." ”

Grandma Li smiled, lifted the Xiangzhu curtain in front of the door, and went out.

After a long time, Grandma Li came back with a food box, and she smiled with a smile: "It's because I'm going to go." I heard that the relatives of the second wife are here today, and the kitchen is busy preparing the table, not to mention asking them to deliver the meal, even if they go to receive the meal, they have to wait? ”

Cuixiang heard what Granny Li said, so she hurriedly stepped forward to take the food box, and said with a smile: "In the end, my mother has an idea." ”

As he spoke, he opened the food box and brought out the same dishes inside. Granny Li washed her hands in the basin, took a half-worn gown and put it on Jia Cong, and said to Jia Cong: "Brother washed his hands and ate." ”

Jia Cong was hungry for a long time, so he washed his hands and looked straight at the table, the name of the food in the Red Mansion has long been thunderous in modern times, although Jia Cong is not a foodie, but he also has a bit of yearning for food.

Just looked at the table, Jia Cong was disappointed, a plate of vegetarian fried shredded radish, a plate of pickles, a bowl of steamed eggs, and a plate of spring rolls, so simple that it can only be described as bland.

Forget it, it's better than eating instant noodles or quick-frozen dumplings every day, as a street writer who doesn't have three meals, Jia Cong quickly calmed down, although the appearance is ordinary, maybe the taste of these dishes is more amazing?

dug a spoonful of egg custard and put it in his mouth, Jia Cong tasted it carefully, it seemed to be steamed a little old, not as tender as he steamed it with a rice cooker, but in ancient times when there were no gas stoves and electrical appliances, the heat was indeed not easy to control.

"I asked for this custard in the kitchen. Seeing that my brother is sick and has lost a lot of weight, he should make up for it. ”

Grandma Li's words to invite merit gave Jia Cong a heavy blow, he was in Rongguo Mansion, the flowery Rongguo Mansion, he could be so miserable, could those Red Mansion people who broke through the sky also have a real basis?

Jia Cong instantly remembered the various discussions in the Red Mansion that he had seen on the forum, it seems, it seems that the living treatment of the concubines in the Red Mansion is really not good? In the original book, Aunt Zhao jumped up and down so many times, and it was not that she was full and had nothing to do, just to eat.

According to Wang Xifeng's plan, Jia Huan's marriage is less than half of the dowry of Tanchun.

However, thinking about the fact that Tanchun and Yingchun in the original book can marry out to settle accounts or prevent disasters, but the concubines are incapable of eating and waiting for death, the official decision of Rongguo Mansion is definitely wise.

Jia Cong was sarcastic, but when he thought that he was also one of the incompetent concubines, he was instantly shocked.

Then he thought that the professor on the hundred forums said that the ending of Dream of Red Mansions was extremely tragic, and he would have to go to prison and exile after raiding his home, and Jia Cong would inevitably be depressed.

Blinking his big eyes, Jia Cong turned his grief and anger into appetite, and swallowed a bowl of steamed eggs in a few bites.

Grandma Li saw it on the side, and hurriedly half-persuaded and half-bluffed: "Brother, slow down, eating in a hurry hurts the spleen and stomach, if you eat badly, we don't have the money to ask the doctor, so we have to draw a gourd in the same way, and we have to let you be hungry quietly for a few days." ”

As soon as these words came out, Jia Cong's scalp exploded for a while, and his little face turned white in an instant, daring to love the original owner was starving to death, Niang Xipi, eating and drinking spicy, a big family with three wives and four concubines can also starve to death, don't be so funny!

But when you think about the emperor of a certain dynasty, when he can't eat enough, what is it for a big family to starve to death an inconspicuous concubine?

Jia Cong thought to himself. After eating for a while, Grandma Li found an excuse, turned around and went out again, leaving Cuixiang to take care of Jia Cong in the house.

Cuixiang fanned Jia Cong and coaxed Jia Cong to take a nap, but this shell was no longer the original child, Jia Cong couldn't sleep after turning and turning, and his mind was full of modern scenes, how could he cross over?

His new book hasn't been on the shelves yet, he's been thinking about it for three months, and he hasn't seen the first order yet, so it's too bullying to cross like this.

thought of hanging up, the red big-character poster on a certain online snake forum:

"[Battle on the Mountain and Down the Mountain], a certain website has hung up another street author, why should I say it again?"

"[In the industry] only to know that a certain hit the street hanged, and I actually came to break the news: expose the bully studio!"

"Hitting the street to this kind of Cheng dù, there is no need to write it anymore, and going out to move bricks will not cause sudden death so early!"

"[The battle on the mountain and down the mountain] Some words are not spit out and unhappy, life is priceless, take the death of the author on the street to pay attention to a certain god, is the mud enough!"

......

When Jia Cong watched the battle and laughed, he never thought that he would also become a □□ that caused an online war of words.

In the future, Weibo marketing accounts will generate income from fans, and the authors of the dead online articles who will be counted may also mention him, and perhaps they will also put a bracket in the pen name, marking the word "hitting the street", and juxtaposing with various popular writers of big gods and small gods.

And then in the full screen forwarding candle below, someone will definitely ask:

Ah, who is this? I don't remember it at all.

A writer on a certain website, so pitiful, he has hit so many books on the street, and he still insists on writing, and he is rushing to the manuscript until he dies. Candles!

After rolling a few times on the bed, Jia Cong finally couldn't lie down, he showed a shameless smile and whispered a request to Cuixiang: "Sister Cuixiang, do you have any books?"

Although Cuixiang was shaking the fan in her hand, she lowered her head and was drowsy, and suddenly heard Jia Cong's words, her breath was stuck in her throat, and she coughed several times before she eased up: "Brother, why do you think of this." Books have spirits, but they are not things, and they can't be tore around. ”

Jia Cong's eyes blinked, pouted, and made a pitiful appearance: "Second Brother Bao said that when he was as old as me before, his eldest sister studied and coaxed him to sleep. I can't sleep, and I want to learn from my second brother......"

Cui Xiang smiled, and pointed out the fan in her hand: "Little Ancestor, that's Second Master Bao coaxing you to play." Besides, there is no literate person outside here, who will read it to you? ”

Illiterate, Jia Cong couldn't help but mutter, hehe, so one of the things that the protagonist of the historical travel essay must do is to eradicate illiteracy, otherwise, whoever wants to write the protagonist to lead a group of illiterate people to do the revolution will definitely be sprayed until the eunuchs are sprayed.

This shows how deeply rooted the popularization of education and the eradication of illiteracy are in the hearts of the people.

Jia Cong tugged at Cuixiang's sleeve, bit her lower lip, and said, "I don't want people to read it...... The second master said that the second brother insulted Sven, and when he saw the book, he dozed off......"

After searching his intestines and scraping his stomach for a long time, Jia Cong thought of another reason, coquettishly made Cuixiang nod and found a thin book for him.

However, when Jia Cong took it in his hand, it was a yellow calendar with poor paper, and he was immediately furious, wanting to bluff the child, so he might as well take a book of Chongshu, at least there was a painting on it!

This rotten yellow calendar can't even wipe the buttocks.