Yangcheng, ghost city.

The market opened from 11 p.m. to 3 a.m.

There were also many people coming from far and wide.

No tickets, no limit to purchase, 20 yuan a barrel (10L) of vegetable oil.

What family doesn't want it?

A full 4,000 barrels of oil arrived at eight o'clock in the evening, and they were sold out before dawn, except for the ones that the black market himself took home to eat.

Five o'clock in the morning.

In a single courtyard in a certain arcade street, more than a dozen men who made a lot of money last night were watching a short man cook.

The short man is actually not a serious cook, and his grandfather has been selling breakfast in Xiguan Old Street since the beginning.

He doesn't have the ability to do it, and he is still experienced in the work of making dough with yeast.

At this time, there was a large pot of leavened dough in front of him.

Pouring oil into an amphora on a honeycomb coal stove.

He plans to make a very ordinary Yangcheng breakfast for his brothers - fried ghosts.

Fried ghosts are also called steamed buns, fried fruits, large fruits, oil buns, and fried juniper, which are similar to fried dough sticks.

The last three years.

Not to mention a fried ghost with porridge in the morning!

Who's going through the days of stir-frying vegetables in oil?

Blanching is a common cooking technique in the homes of the people of Yangcheng.

The grand occasion of pouring ten catties of oil into the pot is not so extravagant even for the black market bosses.

"Knock Knock"

The sound of pouring oil and the men's heartbeats were superimposed, which was quite exciting.

As the temperature of the yellow palm oil rises, the special aroma of the oil diffuses.

The short man had nothing else in his eyes, only a long chopstick and was concentrating on testing the oil temperature.

When the chopsticks that were put into the pan began to bubble up, he began to cut the leavened dough.

The cut dough is pulled into strips that are 1 cm thick and about 10 cm long.

Then fold the two up and down, press them in the middle with a narrow wooden strip, rotate them, stretch them and put them in a hot oil pan to fry.

"Zilala"

The fried ghost danced in the oil pan, visibly expanding to the naked eye.

One, two, three.

After about seven or eight minutes, the short man fished out a large pot of fried ghosts that were loose, crispy, yellow, and fragrant.

While the oil temperature was still there, he continued to be busy.

The men, who had been drooling and waiting impatiently, pounced on them like hungry wolves.

Regardless of the hot hands, one person grabbed one in his hand.

"Huh "Hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

The outer layer is crispy and the inside is soft on the inside, and when you bite into it, you can hear the crispy sound.

Early in the winter morning.

There is no fried ghost just fished out of the oil pot, which can soothe the spleen and stomach of Yangcheng people more.

The black market boss whispered to the short man while savoring the fried ghost.

"Anan, what do you think of this palm oil?"

"Brother Dao, this oil is very resistant to high temperatures, you see, the color of the fried ghost fried just now is golden and not burnt, and the oil smoke is not big, how do you think the taste of this fried ghost is better than soybean oil?"

"It's crispy, fragrant, and delicious!"

"I heard that there is a kind of palm tree in Gui Province next door, should we do it?"

"Well, I was afraid that everyone wouldn't be used to eating this flavor of oil, but since the reaction is so good, then Shencheng's way can't be broken! In the end, I also sent someone to Gui Province for a trip, and someone who planted it must know how this oil is squeezed out."

Four thousand barrels of palm oil in Yangcheng did not even make a splash.

Pour a spoonful of oil into the pan?

That's simply not possible!

The shrewd housewives were reluctant to take the oil-soaked cloth and wipe it in the pot.

They not only admired the fair black market price of this large barrel of oil, but also praised the barrel filled with oil.

Someone fell when he came home with an oil drum in the dark, and when he fell to the ground, he didn't care about his injury, and he felt sorry for the oil drum.

Unexpectedly, this glass bucket is also strange and resistant to falling!

Who doesn't have a parent or a parent, and who doesn't have brothers and sisters?

Such a good oil at a good price, of course, you have to help your relatives buy a few barrels

Repeat customers come to inquire every day, and some even want to buy it at a premium.

Those who have eaten this oil have received it very well.

The big deal has to be continued.

The black market boss hurriedly made someone exchange 200,000 Hong Kong dollars and went to Hong Kong City.

Watches, pocket watches, wall clocks and other in-demand goods are still in Hong Kong.

The port city does not need tickets, there is no limit to purchase, as long as money!

In addition to beware of being eaten by local gangsters, this purchase channel is really good.

He couldn't wait to contact Brother Yang.

He has repeatedly said that he can buy palm oil for a long time, and he can eat as much as he wants.

So, a week later, Mrs. You received more than 300 classic big-name watches, a number of gold pocket watches, and two half-person-high table clocks.

When the time can be announced, the "bell" ringing table clock has become the darling of the whole city as soon as it appears.

One was taken to the yamen by Daddy You.

In the name of beauty, it can make the government yamen commute to and from work on time.

The remaining one was put into the department store and supermarket as a treasure of the town store.

The price is 10,000 cm.

Watches and the like can be sold at least 3,000 centimeters.

Nowadays, this luxury, the average family in Xianju City has at least two pieces.

Recently, Uncle You has also brought up the custom of giving women's watches as a dowry.

As soon as this batch of watches hit the counter, the women's models attracted many unmarried young men.

It may have been a group wedding three years ago, which inspired a lot of parents.

In the past two years, everyone seems to have formed a tacit understanding of getting married.

However, in August this year, on the way to the migration, the wedding date was delayed.

As soon as the new yard was cleaned, and the woodware workshop hurriedly made the bed, many parents began to organize a group wedding.

The biggest advantage of the three brigades living together is that it is convenient to see each other.

It is easy to inquire about the temperament of the little lady and the little Langjun.

Because You Dalang has been in a state of savage for the past two years and has not appeared in the tribe much, the mother-in-law who wants this best son-in-law to come to see each other is simply not able to see through the autumn water.

There is a sister who is determined to cultivate immortals in this life, and there is an eldest brother who protects the Acropolis as an example.

You Erlang and You Saburo, who are already adults in the eyes of others, don't pay much attention to marrying their daughters-in-law.

Seeing that the Zhao family was worried about their sons, Mrs. You comforted: "Don't worry, Auntie, you and Daddy are only thirty years old, and you can still fight." ”

Zhao was puzzled: "What is the fight?" ”

"Fight to have four children! The child is disobedient when he grows up, and if you want to be a good child, you can only give birth again! ”

"You, you. What nonsense are you talking about? Women who are my age are grandmothers, and you still call me a baby! ”

Zhao was shocked by his eldest daughter's suggestion and was incoherent.

And Mrs. You, who can be a grandmother at the actual age, suddenly felt that the arrow she shot before turned around and pierced her heart.

(End of chapter)