While the soup was boiling, Meng Chuntao started another pot and prepared to fry melon seeds.

Stir-frying melon seeds is a technical job, Meng Chuntao has never done it before, so he can only try it little by little.

Although I have eaten pork, I also know that pigs run.

I have heard that it is best to fry melon seeds with sand, so that the fried melon seeds are easy to fry evenly and not easy to paste.

If there is no sand, it will be the same if it is fried with salt, but the salt that has been fried will no longer be eaten.

Sand and salt can be fried repeatedly.

The sand is generally found at the bottom of the riverbed, where the water depth is dangerous.

Meng Chuntao was not willing to take risks for a little sand, so she directly chose salt to fry.

Meng Chuntao thinks very much, this salt right should be an investment.

Besides, she can still afford two cents a pound of salt.

After the pot is heated, Meng Chuntao pours a pound of salt into it and stir-fries the salt over low heat.

Then pour in a pound of melon seeds and keep stir-frying.

This is a test of care and patience.

If the stir-fry is not timely, the melon seeds will be easy to fry unevenly.

Meng Chuntao was also afraid that he would not be able to grasp the heat, so he asked Meng Guoqiang to try melon seeds all the time.

Until it was a little crispy, Meng Chuntao put out the fire and kept stir-frying with the residual temperature of the pot.

Wait until it cools down, then pick up the pot and pour the melon seeds on the sieve, which is padded with a layer of cloth.

Shake the sieve a few times, and the small particles of salt fall down the cracks in the sieve, and you can continue to use it after falling on the cloth.

Meng Chuntao put away the salt and tasted a melon seed, which was very fragrant and crispy with a little saltiness.

Although it tastes slightly different from the melon seeds bought. But for the first time, Meng Chuntao was very satisfied with such a taste.

The melon seeds are fried in the yard, and the fragrance of melon seeds wafts in the air.

"Grandpa, you can give these melon seeds to the neighbors to taste."

Meng Guoqiang nodded in agreement, if something is fried in the yard, it will definitely not be hidden from the neighbors, so it is better to scatter it, at least it can make a name.

Thinking of this, Meng Guoqiang took out all the freshly fried melon seeds.

When Meng Guoqiang came back, the melon seeds in the bowl were empty, and he was holding some return gifts from neighbors.

For example, home-grown garlic, green peppers, eggplants, etc.

But Meng Chuntao's gaze stopped at a stack of newspapers between Meng Guoqiang's armpits.

Meng Guoqiang followed Meng Chuntao's gaze, smiled, put the other things away, and handed the newspaper to Meng Chuntao.

"This is from the village chief."

Meng Chuntao took the old newspaper with a smile, originally she was worried about how to package and sell these melon seeds.

Now that these newspapers are available, the problem is solved.

The first pot of melon seeds that had just been fried had been divided, and Meng Chuntao fried the remaining melon seeds several times.

With the first experience, the fried melon seeds in the back have a good grasp of the heat, and they taste salty, salty and crispy, and the more you eat, the better you go.

Meng Chuntao didn't dare to eat too much, these melon seeds were to be sold, and it would be bad if they were eaten.

Put away the fried melon seeds, scrub the pot and stove, and the bone broth is almost ready.

Meng Chuntao lifted the lid of the pot, it was steaming, and the aroma of bone broth also wafted out along the heat.

Meng Chuntao added salt to the soup and set some noodles on another stove.

This noodle is a dried noodle made by Meng Guoqiang in the morning, and he is usually reluctant to eat it, and he is locked in the deepest part of the cabinet.

But Meng Guoqiang was happy today, and Meng Chuntao wanted to eat noodles, so he agreed to take some out of the cabinet.

Anyway, I bought ten catties of flour from the supply and marketing cooperatives today, and I can remake the noodles when I finish eating.

Meng Chuntao made the noodles, scooped them into a bowl with chopsticks, and poured two spoonfuls of freshly boiled bone broth.

The aroma of the noodles collides with the aroma of the bone broth to create a new aroma.

Meng Guoqiang blew away the heat in the bowl, drank some hot soup first, squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and kept grinning.

Satisfied!

Meng Guoqiang eats very slowly, and every bite will be remembered for a long time.

A bowl of bone broth noodles gave him the taste of seafood and abalone.

Meng Chuntao finished eating early in the morning and sat on the side waiting for Meng Guoqiang.

Seeing that he was still unsatisfied after eating, he made him a bowl of soup again.

Meng Guoqiang said no, and when the soup arrived, he began to drink it slowly.

"Do you want to catch fish tomorrow?"

For the sake of this bowl of soup, he can catch two more buckets of fish tomorrow.

"Catch, but you don't need that much, just catch two buckets of fish."

Meng Chuntao thought that selling fish was not a long-term solution.

First, she doesn't have a fixed home to digest these fish, and second, she can't catch them herself, so she has to rely on Meng Guoqiang.

There are still fields at home waiting for Meng Guoqiang to serve, and he has no way to put all his thoughts on this.

After a period of time, Meng Guoqiang had no way to continue catching fish.

Meng Chuntao expressed these concerns, Meng Guoqiang scratched his scalp with his hand, and did not speak for a long time.

This is all true, after all.

"And what are you going to do?" Meng Guoqiang asked.

"That's it first, take one step at a time. Grandpa, I want to rent a bicycle from the village chief's family, do you think you can do it? ”

In the village, the head of the village, Meng Guochuan's family has a 28 bar, and he rides this car to the county and town, but more often he keeps it at home.

She wanted to use the car to sell things when the village chief was not in use, so that she could save time and walk less.

Moreover, she did not use the car for nothing, but planned to borrow it in the form of a rental car.

However, as soon as Meng Chuntao proposed this idea, it was opposed by Meng Guoqiang.

"Little Peach, things are not as simple as you think. The village chief's car was also bought for more than 100 yuan, and he usually wiped the car with a cloth and cherished it very much.

What if you use your car and accidentally break it? How can we afford it?

It's good to be down-to-earth, and we're also at peace when we're down-to-earth. ”

Meng Chuntao's idea of renting a car was dispelled by Meng Guoqiang's meaningful words.

Indeed, borrowing a car is not a trivial matter.

These things have to be thought about in advance, although she made a small amount of money today, in front of the bicycle that often requires hundreds of dollars, it is not enough to see.

Seeing that Meng Chuntao no longer had the idea of riding a bicycle, Meng Guoqiang didn't say anything more.

Since you can't borrow a car, then work hard to make money and buy one yourself in the future!

Thinking of this, Meng Chuntao is full of enthusiasm again!

Anyway, she's still young, and there's still a chance!

Thinking of this, Meng Chuntao began to wrap fried melon seeds.

Meng Chuntao first cut the newspaper into small pieces, then rolled the small pieces of newspaper into cones, then poured the melon seeds, and finally folded and wrapped them.

It seems tedious, but if you do it a few more times, the speed will come up.

Meng Guoqiang watched it for a while, and then began to help.

The grandfather and grandson were busy with work, so they packed the remaining few catties of melon seeds.

Meng Chuntao weighed the small portion of melon seeds, and the weight was about one or two, and there was no error.

She put all the wrapped melon seeds in the basket, and made these Meng Chuntao to wash the dishes, but Meng Guoqiang rushed to finish it.

Meng Chuntao had no choice but to wash and sleep.

After a tiring day, Meng Chuntao fell asleep and had no dreams all night.