Chapter 11 Stove charcoal, water and land dock!

"Squeak!"

Pushing open the simple door

Wei Hong returned home with the pig offal.

He saw his grandfather mending clothes at a glance.

He squinted his cloudy eyes and used the weak light.

He was struggling to mend an old coat that had already been worn out.

"Grandpa, let me do it!"

Wei Hong put down the things in his hands and rushed to help.

"Brother Hong is back?" Old Wei said with a smile: "Why did you get off work so early today?"

"It's a holiday, so it's natural to get off work early." Wei Hong sewed skillfully, and said without raising his head: "Business is good today. The boss gave me 200 coins and three catties of pig offal. I bought 40 catties of brown rice from Liu's rice shop on East Street, and the shop gave me 2 catties more. Grandpa, please tidy it up."

"Hey, good, good!" Old Wei glanced at the rice bag, and his face was even more happy: "With these brown rice, we don't have to worry about the next three months!"

"How can dozens of catties of brown rice last for three months? Grandpa, don't drink porridge every day to save food!" Wei Hong complained dissatisfiedly: "If so, what if your body collapses?"

"No, no." Old Wei smiled: "Old people don't eat much. Today is a holiday, let's have a good meal."

After speaking, he stood up with a hunched body.

First, he poured the brown rice into the rice jar, and then turned over the pig offal.

"There is still a small jar of pickles, half a salted fish, two pieces of tofu, and a handful of wild vegetables at home." Old Wei said nonstop: "Why don't we make some soup?"

"No hurry." Wei Hong said without raising his head: "You cut some offal and send it to Grandma Wang and Uncle Lu. We only need to keep one pound of the three pounds of pig offal, otherwise it will be a waste if we can't eat it."

"Okay, okay!"

Old Wei nodded and agreed hurriedly.

Although this slum is a mixed bag, there are also many honest neighbors. Wei Hong and his grandson were taken care of by others in the past. Now that life is easier, they naturally want to help their neighbors.

Meat is not easy to preserve, and the grandson and grandson can't eat three pounds in one meal!

There is not much salt at home for pickling, so it's better to give it to others.

Old Wei cut two pounds of offal neatly and went out with them.

Wei Hong sewed the torn jacket in a few seconds, washed his hands and started to prepare dinner.

However, there was no soy sauce or seasoning at home!

There was only a small bowl of lard and half a can of salt!

In this case, even if Wei Hong was a good cook, it would be difficult to make delicious food. He thought about it and could only use a clay pot to wash the rice and stew a can of rice.

After a while!

The small shack was filled with smoke.

Wei Hong was busy with ease.

He threw half of the salted fish into the rice and steamed it together.

The pickles and lard were simply stir-fried to make a small dish to go with the rice.

The tofu was cut into pieces and thrown into the pot with wild vegetables, and water was added to boil. Finally, the cleaned pig offal was added, and a simple pot of wild vegetable tofu and pig offal soup was cooked.

"Without ginger, cooking wine and other seasonings, the taste is always a bit worse."

Wei Hong frowned regretfully.

But it is not easy to be full, and now I am not qualified to ask for too much.

After cooking, while his grandfather was still here, he placed the food on the broken wooden table and put the unburned charcoal in the stove into a jar.

The residue after burning firewood can be sealed in a jar to obtain the most common stove charcoal.

This kind of charcoal is very humid, and it will produce thick smoke and fly ash easily when burning. The rich and powerful will disdain to use it, but it is the most important heating treasure for ordinary poor people in winter.

"Hong, are you done?"

Towards dusk, Old Wei pushed the door open with a cold body.

"Wash your hands and eat." Wei Hong set up the bowls and chopsticks, and asked casually: "Grandpa, how much charcoal do we have stored?"

"There should be 100 to 180 kilograms of stove charcoal." Old Wei thought about it and shook his head in distress: "But this winter may be colder. Without 1,000 kilograms of charcoal, we may not survive this winter."

"When I bought rice just now, I took a look at the price of charcoal." Wei Hong sighed worriedly: "This year, even the cheapest stove charcoal costs 1 tael and 8 cents per 1,000 kilograms, and ash flower charcoal costs 5 taels and 3 cents per 1,000 kilograms. How can we afford to buy charcoal?"

The winter in Shendu has always been cold!

Without enough charcoal to keep warm, it is indeed a big problem to survive the winter.

In addition to stove charcoal and ash flower charcoal, there are also more expensive silver bone charcoal and gold thread silver bone charcoal on the market, but those are things that only dignitaries can afford. Wei Hong's family can't even afford the cheapest stove charcoal.

"Let's eat first." Old Wei smiled awkwardly, picked up the bowl, and said twitchingly: "I'll go outside the city later to see if I can chop some firewood."

"Don't!" Wei Hong hurriedly stopped him: "How can you chop firewood in your health? Besides, the mountains and forests within a hundred miles of the Divine Capital have been cut down by people. There are forests in the Royal Forest Garden, but civilians who dare to cut them down will be beheaded. You'd better save your energy."

"That's right!" Old Wei looked a little depressed.

These days, it's not just the grandfather and grandson who need charcoal to survive the winter.

There are millions of poor people in the entire Divine Capital, and the mountain people in various villages are cutting down trees on a large scale.

It is very difficult to find firewood during this time of winter.

Old Wei has already done two jobs, and he is powerless to make more money.

Wei Hong doesn't have to worry about food and drink in the butcher shop, but he doesn't have wages.

"It seems that I have to think of a way." Wei Hong slowed down his chewing and thought about it and only thought of two ways - either go to the water and land dock to carry a big bag, or go fishing!

Because of the memory of the previous life.

When Wei Hong was four or five years old, he would go to the river outside the city to catch fish and shrimps. When he was older, he would cast a net to catch fish to supplement the family income.

So at this time, the first thing he thought of was naturally fishing.

In addition, Wei Hong's strength increased greatly because of martial arts training, barely comparable to that of an ordinary adult.

At this time, if he was willing to go to the water and land dock to carry a big bag and work hard after work.

In a month, even if it was a part-time job, he could make a lot of money.

"There are constant boats at the water and land dock. I heard that diligent people can earn two or three taels of hard-earned money in a month. If I work hard every day, it shouldn't be difficult to earn some money for charcoal, rice and noodles."

"In addition, fishing is my old skill. At the very least, I can cast a few nets, but I can't be short of food and drink."

The more Wei Hong thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense, so he took the opportunity to say what he thought.

Old Wei was both relieved and ashamed, and smiled bitterly: "It's only you who have to work hard, Hong. If you hadn't been sensible these years, we would have been frozen to death or starved to death."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? You raised me when I was young, so how can I not take care of you when you are old?" Wei Hong picked up a piece of salted fish for him and solemnly assured him: "Don't worry, we will be able to live a good life soon."

"Okay, okay!" Old Wei was so relieved that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and couldn't help but sigh: "Hong, you are filial, and our family will always have a future. It's a pity for your grandmother Wang and Uncle Lu's family, alas..."

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