novelraw Chapter 192 He looks respectable during the day, but reveals his true colors as soon as it gets dark
Chapter 192 He looks respectable during the day, but reveals his true colors as soon as it gets dark
Liao Zhi was somewhat excited; he wished he could stand up and pour his ideas into Zhang Changyao's head.
"Liao Zhi, I understand what you're saying, but I don't really believe that writing can make you rich."
I still believe that the key to a good life is to work hard and diligently.
Zhang Changyao didn't leave. He moved closer to Liao Zhi and tidied the letter in his hand.
He wasn't unaware that knowledge could change one's destiny; he simply felt confident in his talent.
They don't even deserve the level of publishing articles in a newspaper, as Liao Zhi mentioned.
"Zhang Changyao, I'm only saying this once. If you continue down this path, I'll never help you again."
"If you don't even dare to take the first step, you don't deserve a better life."
Liao Zhi closed his eyes and mouth. His dream of giving Yang Wuni a better life was shattered by Zhang Changyao's hesitation.
"Zhang Changyao, why are you so stubborn? Are you a donkey?"
Do whatever Liao Zhi asks you to do. He can only move his mouth, so you can write for him.
If they could move their hands, they wouldn't need to beg you, this stinking bookworm who can't even get a decent harvest or make a living.
Yang Wuni couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over and confronted Zhang Changyao, winking at him and telling him to obey Liao Zhi.
"Wu Ni, I was thinking of cooking corn for you. Writing these things takes a long time, and I'm afraid you won't be able to manage it all by yourself."
Zhang Changyao glanced at Liao Zhi and, seeing that he was indeed angry, had no choice but to move the dining table over, ready to write.
"Zhang Changyao, you don't need to worry about me. Just take good care of Liao Zhi and the child."
What woman does housework without needing a man's help?
Making popcorn isn't like shoveling soil, climbing ridges, or digging mud to make clay bricks—it's not hard work.
As Yang Wuni spoke, she was already carrying a slop bucket and pouring water into the large pot.
They stuffed the corn stalks into the stove pit and lit them with a match.
Drop the saccharin granules one by one into the water, let them dissolve, and then taste them.
Saccharin is different from white sugar. A small grain can make half a tank of water sweet, but too much will make it bitter.
Once the water in the pot has the right sweetness, pour in the cleaned corn kernels.
At this point, you should stop heating the pot and use the residual heat to allow the corn kernels to fully absorb the saccharin water.
When the corn kernels have absorbed most of the saccharin water, they can be taken out to cool and then the skins can be rubbed off.
They lit the fire in the stove again and dried the wet sand that Zhang Changyao had brought back.
Finally, pour the saccharin-coated corn kernels into the sand and stir-fry them using an iron strainer.
Stirring up sand and wet corn kernels is a lot of hard work.
Yang Wuni was so tired that her back ached, but she didn't dare to call Zhang Changyao, who was writing in the room.
Liao Zhi finally found a hobby, and Yang Wuni thought it was a wonderful thing.
Yang Wuni also had a special hobby that she herself was unaware of.
That is, as long as Zhang Changyao picks up a book or a pen.
She felt that this man was infinitely great, so great that she could never reach him.
She couldn't imagine what looked like ants crawling out of the pictures in the books.
Surprisingly, Zhang Changyao's words transformed into a multitude of people and events she had never even heard of.
Listen to the intense discussion between Zhang Changyao and Liao Zhi inside the room.
The scratching sound of a pen on paper was a real treat for Yang Wuni.
Hearing the popcorn popping, Yang Wuni quickly closed the door to the west room.
She took out some popcorn, put away a ladle, and wanted to give some to Zhang Changyao and Liao Zhi.
After thinking for a moment, he put the contents back into the basket and didn't dare to go inside.
"Third Uncle, Third Aunt, what's that smell coming from your house? It smells so good!"
Before Guan Yutian even entered the house, he sniffed and took a deep breath.
"Yutian, your third aunt made some sugar-coated popcorn, do you want to try it?"
Yang Wuni pointed to the popcorn in the basket and offered it to Guan Yutian.
"Third Aunt, this popcorn is so delicious, sweet and crunchy."
I'd like to take some home for my wife to try, is that alright?
Guan Yutian grabbed a handful without hesitation, poured it into his mouth, and stuffed his cheeks bulging.
After finishing one handful, he grabbed another, opened his shirt pocket, and asked Yang Wuni for her opinion.
"Yutian, take a basin of it back with you in that small clay pot."
Take half to your grandma's house, and take the other half back to your own home.
Don't just feed your wife; give some to your younger siblings too.
Yang Wuni pointed to a small clay pot on a wooden shelf on the north wall and asked Guan Yutian to use it to hold popcorn.
Guan Yutian didn't stand on ceremony and filled half a basket with popcorn in a small clay pot.
Just before leaving, I remembered to tell Yang Wuni and Zhang Changyao.
Get up early tomorrow morning to be the bride's family member and see Guan Yuxiu off at her door.
This pot of popcorn wasn't originally intended to be sold for money.
Share some with your neighbors so they know you sell popcorn.
After Zhang Changyao finished writing one sheet, he went down to the field to help Yang Wuni cook the remaining dishes.
Then, for families with whom they had a good relationship, they would each send a water ladle.
Store the rest in a safe place outdoors to freeze, to prevent it from getting damp.
Liao Zhi, a man who has seen the world, was also eating sugar-coated popcorn for the first time, and he repeatedly praised how delicious it was.
That evening, Yang Wuni took out the new clothes that Lin Qiu had given her.
Use Zhang Changyao's large tea mug, fill it with boiling water, and iron it little by little.
I ironed it flat and folded it up, intending to give it to Guan Yuxiu as a wedding gift tomorrow.
She stuffed the new ribbons that Zhang Changyao had bought for her into the two pockets of the new clothes.
She knew that Guan Yuxiu, like herself, had never had anyone buy her silk ribbons.
Ever since Yang Wuni went into postpartum confinement, Zhang Changyao has become a monk who strictly adheres to the rules and regulations.
After eagerly awaiting the full moon, he was now impatiently waiting for Yang Wuni to go to sleep with him.
Yang Wuni was preoccupied and didn't notice Zhang Changyao's fiery gaze.
He busied himself preparing the clothes the two of them would wear to the wedding the next morning.
"Wu Ni, the children are all asleep, shall we go to sleep too?"
Zhang Changyao couldn't wait any longer. He made the bed, crawled inside, lifted the covers, and waited for Yang Wuni.
"Zhang Changyao, do you think it's too stingy of us to only give Yuxiu one piece of clothing?"
Yang Wuni touched the folded clothes, her brows furrowed.
"Wu Ni, a piece of clothing isn't cheap, it's still better than a pillowcase!"
Zhang Changyao patted his mattress, gesturing for Yang Wuni to come in.
"No, I still think it's not enough. Yuxiu even bought me a headscarf."
Yang Wuni rummaged through the boxes on the floor again, but after searching for a long time without finding anything new, she had no choice but to sit back on the kang and stare blankly.
Wu Ni, don't you miss me at all? It's been so long since we last had "one two one"?
If you keep doing this, I'm going to get savage and start acting like a thug!
Before Zhang Changyao finished speaking, he had already stripped himself naked.
"Zhang Changyao, all you know is 'one, two, one.' Can 'one, two, one' be eaten or drunk?"
You act all respectable during the day, but reveal your true colors as soon as it gets dark. Are you a pervert?