Xie Zheng put this small change on Xu Ning. Although he didn't know why, if the pickles pickled by Yu Chunhua had no external causes, such a big change in taste would not have occurred suddenly. After all, when he was about to go to the imperial capital in his previous life, he brought two cans, and the taste was still the same as before, without any change.

Thinking that Xu Ning used to work in the hotel kitchen, maybe she did anything in it, there is nothing to be surprised about.

"What a loss, I think it's expensive. If no one wants it, I'll make a joke." Yu Chunhua showed a comforting smile, and she felt a little confident in her heart.

After the lively breakfast, Xu Jianjun and Qin Xuejuan went to work, while Xie Zheng helped Xu Ning move two large pots of pickles to the cart.

Because the school was across the street from the market, Xie Zheng was preparing to send it to them.

"I forgot to ask, why are you still going to school today on Sunday?" The old lady locked the door of the main room and walked out of the house with them and locked the door of the street.

Xie Zheng smiled and said, "My deskmate called me to go to school to play basketball, and the bag was filled with a sweatshirt."

Xu Ning followed her grandmother and listened quietly to the two people chatting in front. She looked at the village where she had raised her for more than ten years with her eyes attached.

I haven't come back for nearly thirty years, and I don't know what the village will develop in thirty years.

However, according to Xu Ning's understanding, this place is a small town that is not very rich. Although there are green mountains and clear waters, it is difficult to develop much. At best, some of the local houses in the village have been built into brick and tile houses, and if the road is built, it is estimated that there will be no more.

However, even so, Xu Ning found that she liked it very much now, quiet, comfortable, lazy and comfortable, and rested at sunrise every day at sunset.

Spring is full of forsythia and fragrant peaches and plums. Crickets chirp in summer nights. Villagers chat in groups of three or five on the streets and alleys. In autumn, they enjoy the joy of harvest. In winter, they sit on the hot kang, eat melon seeds and watch TV, and enjoy the snowflakes outside the window.

Thinking about how life is like this, it will be worth a lifetime.

After climbing over the big dirt slope at the entrance of the village, it is Dingnan Village, which is a road separated from their Xiangshan Village. This village is very large, with less than 100 households in Xiangshan Village, but there are seven or eight hundred households in Dingnan Village. Therefore, the market in this village is only available in all villages and villages, and in their village, it is second only to the market near the township government. Now the school where Xu Ning and Xie Zheng are studying is also in Dingnan Village. However, after two years, the high school department will be moved to the township, and Dingnan Village only has primary and junior high school departments. However, when Xu Ning escaped in his previous life, the high school department had not moved yet. Her idea was that she would be better off after high school here before moving, otherwise it would take almost half an hour to go from home to the township. It is okay to say that the high school department will be affected in winter.

It was almost seven o'clock in the morning, and there were stalls in the market. The market was on a cross street. The street was very spacious, about 12 or 3 meters wide. The entrance was a daily necessities area, opposite was a clothing area, on the left was a fresh vegetable area, and on the right was a cooked meat area. The division was very regular. If you want to buy something, you can go directly to find a location. However, there are stall fees here. One stall fee is 2 cents, which is not expensive, and no one will evade tickets because of this two cents.

Xie Zheng pushed the cart and found a place in the cooked meat area with the old lady. Next to it was the one selling fried dough sticks and oil cakes. They were here to be considered as the neighbor's stall.

Yu Chunhua quickly put up the table, put two pots of pickles on it, then took out two dollars and said to Xu Ning: "Ningning, go buy a plastic bag, white one."

"I understand." Xu Ning took the money and walked away slowly in the past daily necessities area.

The one selling fried dough sticks and oil cakes next to her was a young couple. They were about thirty years old. When they saw Yu Chunhua coming, they greeted her warmly.

"Auntie, are you only selling pickles?"

"Yes, there are a lot of pickled vegetables at home this year. I'm afraid that I can't finish eating them when I collect them. How about it? Is the business good?" Yu Chunhua may have a stern face all day at home, but she won't be annoying when she should be enthusiastic.

"It's pretty good. We both don't have great skills. We used to do this in the village cafeteria. Now we can do it alone, which is also a craft."

"Oh, this is amazing. You can eat craftsmanship for a lifetime." Yu Chunhua praised.

"That's right, this job is not tiring, and you can do it even when you get older." The boss's wife narrowed her eyes, looking very satisfied with her current life.

Just as we were talking, the couple had already sent away two or three waves to buy fried dough sticks. It was still early now, and people in this village would come to buy some fried dough sticks and go back to make breakfast. It seemed that the guests were very familiar with the couple and they were regular customers at first glance.

"Auntie is selling pickles? It looks pretty good." A young daughter-in-law next to her walked to Yu Chunhua in brand new clothes, "How did she sell it?"

Yu Chunhua greeted enthusiastically: "This big spoon is 50 cents." While saying that, she scooped a spoonful of rice spoons to show the young wife.

Seeing this, the young wife frowned slightly, "You can buy a big bag of mustard heads for 50 cents." Although this large spoon is indeed a lot of weight.

Before Chunhua could say anything, Xie Zheng took out a spoon and handed it to the young wife, "Sister, the pickles made by my grandmother are not delicious, and it doesn't matter if it's time to pickle for a long time, and you also need to add various seasonings. You can tell what I said is true."

Seeing Xie Zheng's behavior, the young wife found that the young man was really handsome. Later generations had the saying "Yan is justice", which was very applicable in the 1980s. Most people may not be able to refuse Xie Zheng's handsome smile.

I pinched the pickled vegetables in the spoon and put them in my mouth. As soon as I was about to go down, I could hear the crisp sound. Moreover, what the young man said was true, it was indeed delicious.

Nowadays, most people eat the salty taste in the mustard head at home, but the salty taste in this pickle is not the salty taste, but it is very salty and very suitable, and it is particularly fragrant and very fresh.

She couldn't help but wonder how this was pickled, there must be something tricky inside.

"Okay, auntie, give me two spoons."

Yu Chunhua nodded quickly. It was not long after she arrived, but it actually opened. How could she feel unhappy? What she made can be sold? This is a great affirmation to her.

But... her terrible granddaughter hasn't come back yet.

Just as he was about to say something, the proprietress next to him pulled off a few small white plastic bags and handed them to Yu Chunhua, "Auntie, use mine first."
Chapter completed!