"Okay!"
Although the old man's request was strange, Mu Shuangshuang still complied.
She has a good memory and strong observation skills.
When the old man made the rice bubble for the first time, she memorized every step.
The second time, it was almost a simulation training.
Mu Shuangshuang followed the old man's steps in putting rice, adding sugar, twisting the lid, and putting in firewood.
The old man watched from the side, stroking his long beard from time to time, and occasionally giving Mu Shuangshuang pointers.
At the last moment, he knocked on the jar, fearing that something might happen to Mu Shuangshuang, so he deliberately stood by and watched.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the white rice bubbles sprayed out from the jar and sprayed into the hemp bag.
The grains of rice bubbles were full and the fragrance was attractive.
"How about it, grandpa, how do you rate my craftsmanship?"
Mu Shuangshuang leaned forward and asked with expectation.
"Ah, what's the score?"
The old man looked surprised, but he couldn't hide his curiosity between his eyebrows.
"From one to ten, one is the worst, ten is the best, and we will score them in this order," Mu Shuangshuang explained.
The old man nodded: "Five points" "Oh."
Mu Shuangshuang lowered her head in frustration.
She was wondering if she had made any mistake, which was why her score was so low.
"You silly boy, my five points is a perfect score.
I will give you five points today so that you won't be proud."
"Ah, grandpa, you are really capable of bullying a little kid like me," Mu Shuangshuang cried out excitedly, but she was unhappy when she thought of the old man in front of her playing with her like this.
"Haha, you girl, you're so tight, so tight," the old man said with a smile.
Mu Shuangshuang looked at the time and went straight to the point.
"Grandpa, you haven't told me how much it would cost to buy it in the town."
"Let me think about it, you may not even be able to buy this thing in the town.
Mine was sold to me by the last fried rice puffer.
I spent twenty taels of silver at that time.
Now fifty years later, this Nothing was broken.”
"Then I can't buy it anymore."
Mu Shuangshuang was a little depressed.
Without this big iron can, she couldn't make popcorn.
Is there another way to make money?
"I haven't finished speaking yet.
Why are you anxious?
I can resell mine to you, but I have a condition," the old man said pretending to be mysterious.
"What do you think it is?
It can be done."
"You can definitely do it.
At my age, I'm actually not short of money anymore, but I just feel that if I die, there will be one less person in the fried rice bubble industry, and the children will have less fun. ” Everywhere the old man went, he was always greeted by smiling, happy and carefree children.
Being with them, he felt young.
To a large extent, what kept him going for the past fifty years was the satisfied smiles of these children.
"You wouldn't ask me to take over your job and go to the fried rice bar"
Mu Shuangshuang was startled.
She felt a headache when she thought that she had to push a trolley through the streets just to make rice bubbles.
She can't do this at all She didn't know how many times she could buy and sell popcorn, and she didn't necessarily have to spend all her time on a popcorn popping machine.
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In this case, she might as well use her own earthen pot to cook it in the stove.
Although the taste is not as good and the portion is smaller, at least she has a lot of time.
"That's what I said, but if you have relatives in your family, you can give it to your relatives.
In short, I just want to find someone to replace me."
Mu Shuangshuang twitched the corners of his mouth, and it took him a while to react.
But she really did have someone in mind.
"Okay, I promise to find someone for you, but it's definitely not possible now.
It will have to wait until at least August, or even September."
After August, there will definitely be a big storm in the old Mu family.
No matter whether her uncle can win the election or not, someone will suffer.
And that person is most likely her fourth uncle's family.
The second bedroom of the old Mu family is clever, and her fifth uncle is shameless.
The only one is the fourth bedroom.
If it really comes to the stage of cleaning up and leaving the house, at least she can find him a job that will not starve to death.
"After August."
The old man hesitated and thought it was still feasible.
"Well, if you give me five hundred coins, this thing will be yours."
"What five hundred coins, isn't it two taels?"
Mu Shuangshuang exclaimed.
"Yes, I have earned a lot over the years, and my old lady doesn't want me to move around anymore.
If I sell you five hundred coins, I won't lose anything.
I can go back to stay with my old lady, and my craftsmanship will be passed down."
In fact, the latter point is what the old man cares about.
He has been doing one thing for fifty years.
He is no longer just making money from this thing.
Fried rice puffs have even become a belief in his life.
Instead of waiting for this craft to be buried after his death, it is better to let it go.
As long as he thinks that there are people doing these tasks on his behalf, the old man feels that he will have no regrets after his death.
Mu Shuangshuang suddenly had the feeling that what she thought was a money-making craft should be sublimated into a kind of culture in the eyes of this old man.
Just like the street vendors she saw in ancient times, those who made sugar candies and those who made candied haws.
Maybe in the eyes of others, it was just a little bit of food.
Eat it if you have it today, and if it is gone tomorrow, forget it, it will always come.
Sooner or later.
But thousands of years later, these craftsmanship have disappeared.
Machine production replaces manual work, and the efficiency is increased, but the taste of the products will never be the same.
"Grandpa, don't worry, the person I found for you is definitely a reliable person.
Just wait for me for a while, and I will get the money for you right now."
Mu Shuangshuang left a handful of her popcorn for the old man and took the rest back.
When he got home, Lu Yuanfeng had finished his breakfast and was helping Yu Siniang chop firewood in the yard.
Lu Yuanfeng almost always delivered firewood at home every three days.
Mu Shuangshuang tried to stop it, but Lu Yuanfeng still did it.
"Fengzi, can you do me a favor?
Help me transport something back."
"Okay."
Lu Yuanfeng put down the ax in his hand and walked forward.
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As soon as he approached Mu Shuangshuang, he saw Shuangshuang grabbing a handful of white rice bubbles.
Lu Yuanfeng realized that the shape of the rice bubbles was completely different from what he had seen before.
Before they could ask, both of them spoke.
"Lower your head and open your mouth."
Lu Yuanfeng did as he was told, and both of them stuffed the white rice bubbles into his mouth.
The sweet and crunchy taste melted in his mouth.
He could taste the sweetness, but he didn't feel tired at all.
The girl's white and tender palm was still on his lips, and the soft touch came from the corners of her lips.
Lu Yuanfeng felt that an electric current spread from his lips to his whole body.
That tingling feeling came, and his body trembled, and a sweet taste gradually melted away in his heart: