After making up his mind, Wen Shu went into the kitchen to find the stone scoop that grinded the juice, washed the Zhu Yucao, and put it in it and smashed it. When the Zhu Yu grass is crushed to a puree, two scoops of noodles are scooped out from the dough tank and mixed with the Zhu Yu grass juice and kneaded into a ball.

After that, it took a while to wake up, and taking advantage of this gap, she simply went back to the room to take Meng Huai skin, wrapped it in a furoshi, and carried it out of the house.

After turning onto Xizi Street, she raised her hand and beckoned a passing mule cart, made five dollars, and asked the coachman to take her to the leather shop in the west of the city.

There are also leather shops in the north of the city, and there are as many as four or five, and even the nearest one is in the alley next door, but Wen Shu didn't dare to go lightly, for fear that people would see it and cause trouble.

Although it is possible to meet acquaintances in the west of the city, the probability is always much smaller.

When she arrived in the west of the city, she did not inquire about which business was the most prosperous, but which shop was the most remote, and after a quarter of an hour, following the direction of the passers-by, she touched a remote alley.

There are not many households in the alley, there are only seven or eight households in total, and the houses are also low.

On the low stool by the door sat an old man over sixty years old, his temples were frosted, his beard was gray, and he was bending down to scrub the rabbit skin seriously.

Hearing the movement, the old man looked up and saw that it was a beautiful little lady, with a burden behind her, and hurriedly got up and greeted: "The little lady wants to cook the skin?" ”

Wen Shu nodded, stepped forward with a smile and asked, "Weng Weng is familiar with big skins?" ”

She glanced at the wooden basin where the old man soaked rabbit skin on the ground, and was a little worried that this shop was only ripe for small skins.

"Big skin? How big is it? The old man paused for a moment, then rubbed his hands and asked.

Wen Shu didn't say much, directly unloaded the burden behind him and put it on the ground, squatted down and opened the burden to show the old man.

"Ah, what kind of animal fur is this, and why is it so big?" The old man was slightly surprised.

In his impression, except for big insects, ordinary animals rarely have such large skins, but the fur in front of him is clearly not a big insect.

"This is what my father and brothers hunted in the mountains, it is a beast that looks like a pig, but it is scary, I don't know what its name is, Weng Weng is familiar with it?"

The old man hesitated and nodded, "Familiar is familiar, it's just that I'm old, my hands and feet are slow, such a big skin, can't be cooked in half a month?" ”

Half a month? So long? Wen Shu hesitated.

In her opinion, the sooner the better, so that the sooner she wears it, she will have more security in the iron box.

Forget it, let's not look for one.

She smiled and was about to wrap the burden newly, when an old woman's voice came from inside the house, "Old man, who are you talking to, the porridge is cooked, come and drink it quickly, if you don't eat it, it will be cold." ”

"Hey, here, there's a little lady who wants to cook her skin, and she's talking to her." The old man responded, and hurriedly turned his head and entered the shop.

Wen Shu shook his head, folded and wrapped the Meng Huai skin again, and was about to get up, but saw a mother-in-law in a brown coarse shirt come out of the back of the house, holding a bowl with a missing mouth in her hand.

From the action of reaching forward to explore her first when she walked, it is estimated that there is still an eye disease.

"Ouch, why did you get to the front, be careful of falling." The old man over there had already hurried over and took the bowl in her hand.

The old woman smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, isn't there business coming, you should hurry up and say hello." ”

"You sit down first." The old man put his mother-in-law on a chair in the hall and sat down, then turned his head to Wen Shu and said, "I'm slacking", and he picked up the bowl and drank.

Thinking that he was in a hurry to greet Wen Shu, the old man's action of drinking porridge was a little fast, and in this hurry, it was inevitable that some would overflow, and a few yellowish grains fell from the edge of the bowl.

Wen Shu frowned when he saw it, where is this porridge, it is clearly grain bran. fate

Seeing this, the words that were originally about to say goodbye turned into an inquiry at this moment, "How can Weng Weng eat bran?" Where's your son-in-law? ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the old couples in the hall all changed their expressions.

The original smile on the old woman's face disappeared, replaced with a bit of sadness, and the old man looked even more sad.

After a while, I saw him shake his hand and sigh, "Go, leave us behind." The old man's voice trembled slightly.

Wen Shu's heart was stunned, he never thought that it was this reason, he saw that the old man was eating grain bran, and he thought in his heart that it was not his children and grandchildren who were not filial, who expected that it was a white-haired person who sent a black-haired person.

It's just that if you are lonely and widowed, you can go to Futian Yuan to receive rice grain, it is said that each person has one liter of rice a day (about one and a half catties), how can he be so depressed that he drinks this throat-pulling chaff.

She was puzzled, but she didn't dare to ask more questions on her face, and hurriedly apologized: "It's a slave who talks too much, and the second old man is tired, so I will compensate the two of you here." ”

"It's nothing, it's all over, and I have to take care of it." The old man waved his hand sadly, and then looked at Wen Shuti's baggage hand, as if he understood something: "This skin ......"

"Oh." Wen Shu came back to his senses and stretched the burden in his hand forward, "It's ripe for Weng Weng, I don't know how much salary?" ”

I thought that this little lady was carrying a burden to leave, but it turned out that it was not, the old man was a little overjoyed, he hadn't taken the big leather for a long time, and he was excited to rub his hands again and again.

"The little lady will give 300 Wen, but I'm old, and the time may be later, so the little lady may take care of it?"

Wen Shu smiled, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, Weng Weng is slow." With that, Lisuo took out three strings of copper coins from the chain on his shoulder, which was exactly three hundred wen.

"Oh, the skin is not ripe yet, the little lady will give a fixed fee." The old man excused himself.

"I can trust Weng Weng, take the money, use it to buy some rice grain, don't eat this anymore."

The old man was slightly flustered, he didn't expect this little lady to be so kind, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think of his three sons who died early, and his heart was full of pantothenic acid.

However, this money was really urgent for him, so he didn't shirk it at the moment, and took it and thanked him: "Then thank you little lady, you can get it at the beginning of next month." ”

Wen Shu nodded, agreed with his uncle to pick up the goods, then turned around and walked out of the alley, and walked briskly home.

When she returned home, an hour had passed, and the dough in the kitchen had just woken up, so she cleaned her hands by the well, then went into the stove to take out the dough and knead it evenly, cut it into small pieces, and then picked it up in the steamer and steamed it in the pot.

A quarter of an hour later, white air began to rise above the steamer, and at the same time a smell of grain wafted out with a sweet smell.

Wen Shu sniffed violently, tried his best to resist the idea of grabbing one out to taste, and put the stove on fire.

At dinner, Daddy Wen came from the shop and saw that there was only one bowl of three fresh noodles on the table, and he was surprised: "Why is there only one bowl of noodles?" Don't you eat it? ”

"I'm not hungry yet, I feel a little hungry at the end of the morning, and I ate a lot of leftover pastries from the morning, and now my stomach is still bulging, so let's eat it."

"What's the use of the two pastries you will eat next day, hurry up and bring a bowl, I'll give you some, don't be so hungry that you can't sleep in the middle of the night."

"No, Dad. No, I'm so full right now, I can't even eat a bite. As for the second half of the night, don't worry, when the noodles are cooking, I steam some steamed buns by the way, and eat two before going to sleep. ”

"Don't you really want to eat it?" Wentai looked at her.

"Really, you can eat it."

Seeing that her father had moved her chopsticks, Wen Shu hurriedly found an excuse to sneak back to the room, afraid that if it was a little later, her father would be able to hear the gurgling sound coming from her stomach.

God knows how many times she swallowed saliva in front of that bowl of three fresh noodles just now.

Hungry!