Gu Siwei took the clay, strolling on the road of Zhuangzi, it is the time to eat at noon, although the fruit in the orchard has not been completely picked, but now there is no need to be like before, everyone is busy with their feet on the ground, and now everyone has time to prepare three meals for themselves and their families.

Why didn't Gu Siwei go home for dinner at this moment, was he in a panic? That's not it, this is not the first batch of money that has been put down, and every family and every house are happy to get the money.

In Gu Siwei's view, now that every family is making money, then the food at home should naturally be improved, and the clothes with patches on adults and children should be eliminated.

Gu Siwei wandered around the Zhuangzi at this point, just to satisfy his vanity, he wanted to see that every bowl was filled with white rice, and the rice had to be covered with at least a little dish where the shredded meat could be seen.

Because this can make Gu Siwei feel that all his efforts are fruitful, I don't know when it started, Gu Siwei's mentality has changed from living a good life by himself to a big guy's life, and even Gu Siwei himself can't figure out when this kind of common prosperity style is a bit noble when it takes root in his heart.

As a result, he turned several houses in a row, which made the smile on Gu Siwei's face less and less, because Gu Siwei found that the villagers' bowls were still the same three things: stick noodle porridge, dried sweet potatoes with melon vegetables.

It's not that there is no progress, but there is progress, and the progress is that the original porridge is sparse, mainly based on dried sweet potatoes and melon vegetables, but now it is mainly based on stick noodles.

Although it is impossible to achieve the kind of sticky noodle porridge in the bowl without falling down, when you scoop it up, you can't see any water color, and it is thick and thick.

Some families even use stick noodles to post a few stick noodles next to the pot at noon, and when they eat, each person holds one piece in their hands, or sits or stands in their hands, and chats with their neighbors while eating.

"Siwei, have you eaten, if you don't eat, you can eat a little bit at our house?"

Second Aunt Guo saw Gu Siwei appear alone with his dog behind his back, so she greeted with a smile.

Gu Siwei heard it, looked up and smiled at Guo Er's aunt: "Auntie, what did you eat at noon?" ”

Aunt Guo was holding the bowl now, and when she heard Gu Siwei ask, she tilted the bowl so that Gu Siwei could see the contents of her bowl clearly.

Seeing the things in Aunt Guo's bowl, Gu Siwei's face was slightly better, because Aunt Guo's bowl was rice porridge, very thick rice porridge, and the rice was not too good, it was obviously the worst japonica rice, and it was not produced in this village.

Gu Siwei knows this market, and one pound of rice in the village can be exchanged for one pound of three taels of rice. However, even so, the villagers rarely exchange good rice for rice, and generally change it for stick noodles, or soba noodles, or simply sorghum noodles.

To put it simply, coarse grains, this thing was valuable when Gu Siwei came, and he relied on his health to make a comeback in price.

However, in this era, all coarse grains were not as good as wheat and rice, so the price was relatively low, and it was a very popular grain for ordinary people.

Even if the family often eats coarse grains, it is a proper middle-class family in this era, and it may not be in the city, but in the vast countryside, there is food at home, as long as it is not stick noodles with sweet potatoes, the life of the family must be good.

"Auntie, what kind of porridge do you eat at noon, isn't it better to cook a bowl of white rice?" Gu Siwei asked.

Second Aunt Guo smiled and said, "Which one of our family is the one who eats big white rice?" ”

The second aunt herself said that she also looked back at her yard here, and there were seven or eight people squatting in the courtyard, holding a bowl in her hand after eating, and chopsticks in her hand holding the bowl, looking at Gu Siwei's silly music.

If you don't finish eating, you don't have the time to look at Gu Siwei at all, and your attention is all on the bowl in your hand.

"What are you talking about, everyone is making money now, don't you have to improve your life, even if you don't pay attention to it, then you have to think about it, now the children are growing their bodies, you look at the skinny ones like chicks...... "Gu Siwei said.

Second Aunt Guo didn't tell the difference, and after listening to Gu Siwei's words, she just smiled.

As soon as Gu Siwei saw it, this reason didn't make sense, so he said a few more idle words, raised his feet and continued to walk forward.

Just when Gu Siwei left Aunt Guo's house, Aunt Guo looked at Gu Siwei's back twice, and muttered in a low voice: How can we compare with your family, we are farmers!

Fortunately, Gu Siwei didn't hear this sentence, if he did, he might have to reprimand the second aunt with a straight face: What's wrong with the peasants, the peasants deserve to suffer and be poor?

Gu Siwei continued to walk forward, and after a few more houses, everyone's lunch still hasn't changed much, and a bowl of thick stick noodle porridge can go with everything.

Turning around, Gu Siwei lost his good mood, turned around and went to Yang Chuanwu's house.

When he arrived at the door of Yang Chuanwu's house, Gu Siwei found that Yang Chuanwu's family was also eating.

As a small square table in the courtyard, Yang Chuanwu took his daughter-in-law and children to sit with his parents at home.

"Siwei is here, sit, have you eaten, Sihong, go get a bowl and chopsticks for your Uncle Siwei to ......."

Seeing Gu Siwei enter the courtyard, Yang Chuanwu's son Yang Xingjia immediately asked his grandson Yang Shanhong to bring dishes and chopsticks to Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei said: "No need, no need, I've eaten it."

Seeing the things on the table of Yang Chuanwu's family, Gu Siwei was a little relieved in his heart, because there was a bunch of white-flour steamed buns on the small table of Yang Chuanwu's family, and the white-flour steamed buns were not the kind of steamed buns mixed with miscellaneous grains made in the village some time ago.

"Eat steamed buns?"

Gu Siwei asked.

At this time, Yang Shanhong brought a bench for Gu Siwei, Gu Siwei reached out and took it, and sat almost two meters away from the table.

"Well, the white steamed buns that were just made at home."

Liu Kailan said, took a steamed bun from the small bamboo basket on the table and handed it to Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei asked: "Do you have enough to eat, don't starve others for me."

Gu Siwei really wants to taste what steamed buns taste, don't get me wrong, how could Gu Siwei not have eaten steamed buns, he just wants to taste what the steamed buns that Yang Chuanwu's family usually eats taste like now.

Yang Chuanwu smiled when he heard this: "You can eat, there is still a basket in the house, the amount of steamed for two days in the morning, no more than you, no less than you."

Gu Siwei took it at this time, took it in his hand and looked at it first, the level of the face was average, and now although the steamed bun was a little cold, it did not harden, which proved that it was not too long when it was steamed.

The steamed bun is a little hard, which proves that the face is not too good, if it is Gu Siwei to send it, the steamed bun must be pinched by the hand and will sink in, and after releasing it, the place where it is pressed can be restored to at least eight or nine percent of the original.

But the steamed bun in hand is not like this.

It's not surprising that this kind of white noodles, even if it is Yang Chuanwu's family, it may not be eaten a few times a year, not to mention that it has already been initiated, even if it is a hard bump, for the current villagers, it is also a first-class delicacy.

Gently tearing off a little bit from the steamed bun and putting it in his mouth, Gu Siwei also observed the place that was torn off, the white noodles, although the quality of the noodles is average, it is not the snow-white noodles like the Gu Siwei's family, but the white noodles are indeed true, and they are not mixed with things.

As for why it is such a color, it is because the skin of the grain is not completely removed during the machine surface, and everyone has seen what color the wheat is after it is shelled, right? It is not pure white flour, it often has a bit of the color of the outside of the chaff, it is also edible, and after a few decades, it may be able to be promoted with health.

But such flour is certainly not as tasty as pure white flour.

Now the market is distinguished by 80 powder or 70 powder, the so-called 80 is to point out the powder rate, almost one hundred catties of wheat, how much flour is produced, 80 catties of flour, twenty catties of bran is 80 powder, 60 catties of flour, forty catties of bran is 60 powder.

The lower the flour yield, the more times it proves to be milled, the finer the dough will be, and the whiter the flour will be. Of course, if there is any wheat core flour in the future, it will be better, it can be said that the essence of wheat has been taken out by profiteers and sold at a high price.

For example, Yang Chuanwu's household flour is almost like 80 powder, and the flour used by Zhuangzi to greet fruit pickers in front of him is not easy to say how many zeros, and a hundred catties of wheat may be able to produce more than 90 catties of flour.

"How?"

"It tastes good" After Gu Siwei took a bite, he smiled at Liu Kailan, who asked.

Yang Chuanwu saw it, and said to his daughter-in-law: "Do you think Siwei is us, it's strange if he can eat steamed buns, isn't there fried cabbage at home, go pick up a little out!" ”

Yang Chuanwu knew that Gu Siwei couldn't eat anything with steamed buns, so he asked his daughter-in-law Liu Kailan to bring out the freshly fried snow vegetables at home and let Gu Siwei eat them in the steamed buns.

Gu Siwei was not polite here, waiting for Liu Kailan to bring the cabbage, he uncovered the steamed bun in his hand up and down, sandwiched the cabbage in the middle and held it in his hand, and it became a local hamburger, and then put it in his mouth and ate it in a big gulp.

"Tell me, you're not at home at this time, what are you doing wandering around the village?"

Yang Chuanwu understands Gu Siwei, and when he saw him holding his own steamed bun and eating it, he knew that Gu Siwei must have something in mind, otherwise he is a person who has never eaten steamed bread, let's put it this way, the oil sludge that followed Gu Siwei in, don't look at it as a dog, except for Gu Siwei's family, there is no other guy on the Zhuangzi who eats more oil sludge.

Even if it is Yang Chuanwu's family, it is not as good as the food of oil sludge.

Yang Chuanwu understands that Gu Siwei's family eats well, and if there is meat at once, the family dog will naturally eat well.

At this time, Yang Chuanwu had never heard of any canned dog food, what dog food, he didn't even think about it, there are canned food specially for dogs in this world, don't dogs just follow people to eat, what people eat leftovers, they eat.

(End of chapter)