Chapter 550

To be honest, as a Northeasterner, Wang An still prefers flour-based foods a bit more.

However, the "flour" in this flour-based food refers to white flour, not corn flour!

To be honest, corn flour is something that, whether in Wang An's past life or this life, he has already eaten enough of.

It's mainly because when Wang An was at the fence in his past life, basically every meal, that is, 365 days a year, at least 362 days were eaten as corn flour steamed buns.

As for the remaining three days, he could eat fine grains, such as zongzi, mooncakes, and dumplings! And the most shitty thing is that the corn flour steamed buns couldn't even be eaten to satiety, which is to say, every meal, damn it, he couldn't eat his fill.

You must know that corn flour steamed buns are not made with leavened dough; that is, after mixing the flour with water, you directly knead the flour into a ball, then pinch a hole in the dough, and finally steam it in a pot.

Some people might not understand why you have to "pinch a hole." Actually, the reason is very simple: solid corn flour dough balls are not easy to steam through, wasting firewood! However, during the period when Wang An was reborn, it was again, damn it, corn flour pancakes for every meal, or corn flour porridge. Anyway, he was stuck with corn.

However, Wang An didn't have a single complaint; after all, being able to live well is a kind of happiness. As for what to eat, that's simply not something that should be considered.

So at this very moment, the food Wang An was going to make was white flour pancakes, and they were oil-crackling white flour pancakes.

As for oil-crackling white flour pancakes, they are actually made by mincing the oil cracklings, then using hot water to steep the oil cracklings, and finally using this soup mixed with oil cracklings to knead the dough.

Not lying at all, just these oil-crackling white flour pancakes, Wang An had never eaten enough of them; they were too fragrant, it was simply impossible to eat enough.

Just as Wang An was earnestly making pancakes, Feng Chengmin and Wu Dong and the others all returned.

Seeing Wang An making pancakes, Feng Chengmin said with a chuckle:

"Not bad, Xiao An, you can even make pancakes? I thought you only knew how to eat."

Wang An turned his head and smiled, saying very smugly: "Old Aunt's husband, you say that, I not only can make pancakes, I'm making oil-crackling pancakes, hahaha."

After Wang An finished speaking, Zhang Shuya praised him, saying:

"My younger brother is just good, he actually guessed that big sister wanted to eat pancakes, so he made pancakes for big sister."

Wang An immediately took the opportunity to say:

"That's a must, we are brother and sister by different parents, whatever big sister wants to eat, the younger brother must arrange it."

Just as everyone was commenting on the pancakes Wang An made, Wang Shuai organized everyone and said:

"Come, come, come, everyone bring your cloth bags over, let's see how much gold we managed to get in total today."

After Wang Shuai finished speaking, everyone gathered toward Wang Shuai and took out the cloth bags in their pockets one after another, then poured the golden rice inside into a large cloth bag uniformly.

The scale Wang Shuai brought into the mountains was a tray rod scale that was very common in this era.

This kind of scale is also called a small scale, and it only weighs up to 30 jin.

Of course, there are also those without trays, which is the kind of scale Qiao Xiaohu used; accurately speaking, it's a hook scale with the tray replaced by a hook.

Of course, there are also scales even smaller than this, but those are usually called "poking scales," generally used by supply and marketing cooperatives or hospital pharmacies; ordinary people don't use them.

And scales larger than this also don't have trays; they are called large scales.

Such large scales are also called hook scales or rod scales.

Wang Shuai placed the cloth bag containing the golden rice on the tray of the scale, but discovered that the 30-jin scale couldn't even register the weight.

"Couldn't register the weight" means the item being weighed exceeded the maximum scale of the scale. Seeing this scene, everyone's faces immediately became full of smiles; after all, the scale couldn't register the weight, which proved that the golden rice harvested today exceeded 30 jin.

You must know that gold, like bear gall and ginseng, is calculated by the "gram" for money; even if it's a little bit more, it's completely not the same amount of money.

After weighing twice, adding them together gave the final answer: 30.8 jin.

If converted into money at 8 yuan per gram, that's more than 120,000, and averaged out for each person, that's more than 12,000!

In this era where the average monthly income is more than 5 yuan and the average annual income is more than 60 yuan, what is the concept of 12,000? It must be said that people don't get rich without windfall, and horses don't get fat without night grass. If you work step-by-step to earn money, then damn it, at this time, you wouldn't even see 12,000 in a lifetime, how much money it is.

Therefore, everyone could no longer restrain themselves and couldn't help but cheer.

Yesterday at the stone bamboo land, Wang Shuai told Wang An that they could earn 10,000 a day; that was just an expectation or prediction, but at this moment, it had truly come true.

It can be seen how excited and thrilled everyone was.

Of course, excitement and thrill can't be eaten as food, so after cheering, everyone spread the bean paste on the oil-crackling pancakes Wang An made, then rolled them up with the green onions Feng Chengmin brought, and ate them with great satisfaction.

Just this food, it is absolutely the favorite of all Northeasterners.

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A few days later, Wang An had already finished wandering around the vicinity of the camp and the banks of the river more than 10 miles downstream from the camp.

In a few days, Wang An only harvested two pieces of dog-head gold, one as big as a goose egg, which was already seriously not small.

And the other piece, although as big as a palm, was a bit thinner than a palm in thickness.

Fortunately, dog-head gold is not measured by weight alone for price, so Wang An was still very satisfied with only harvesting two pieces of dog-head gold in a few days.

However, Wang An was very dissatisfied with the tail-less fox's performance, because this cunning and deceitful fox would lead his wife to find Wang An to mooch meals every day.

And this tail-less fox would also follow Wang An like going to work every day, never leaving Wang An's side.

However, this fox, damn it, didn't help at all with looking for dog-head gold.

Ever since Wang An discovered the tail-less fox laughing last time, which led Wang An to decide to give the tail-less fox the respect it deserved, he had never used coercion or bribery on the tail-less fox for the sake of looking for dog-head gold.

After all, no matter what, the credit for that piece of dog-head gold dug out from under the big stone was indeed the tail-less fox's.

To be honest, Wang An couldn't do the thing of killing the donkey after the millstone is finished.

Therefore, although Wang An got angry just looking at the tail-less fox, he could only ignore it and let it be a proper "freeloader."

However, in these few days, everyone's harvest was very stable, about 30 jin of golden rice every day, and at the most, it even reached a weight of 34 jin.

And the whole stone bamboo land had already been dug more than halfway; it is estimated that in three or four more days, everyone would have to return to the river to pan for gold.

Until this day, which was the 10th day after Wang An peed out the dog-head gold, and also the day everyone finished digging the stone bamboo land, Wang An decided to ride a horse and walk upstream along the river.

Finally, the tail-less fox also stopped being a freeloader!

(End of chapter)