On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

  Chapter 394 The problem of dyes

  When the motorcycle arrived at the station in town, it was not yet 8 o'clock. When paying the fare, Ling Chuan took out two 10-yuan coupons and gave them to Chen Bin.

  Chen Bin was stunned for a moment, "It doesn't need to be so much, 5 yuan from the village to the town is enough."

   "Brother Chen, the other is yesterday's meal money."

   After speaking, without giving Chen Bin a chance to refuse, Ling Chuan stuffed the money into the other party's hand, and then dragged Yun Mo to the station.

  Looking at the backs of the two, Chen Bin shook his head with a smile, and put the money into his pocket.

  Because of getting up early and her period, Yunmo was very tired.

  After getting in the car, she slept almost all the way, and didn't wake up until she was approaching the urban area.

   Wrapped in a thick cotton coat, I don’t feel cold, but my stomach feels empty. After all, I only drank half a bowl of sweet wine soup in the morning.

   Just thinking about whether to take some snacks from the space to pad her stomach, Ling Chuan took out a crow-blue salted duck egg from her pocket and put it in her hand.

  Holding the warm salted duck egg, Yunmo looked curious, "Where did you get the egg?"

   "I bought it on the way."

  Cars in this era are parked while walking, and when passing through densely populated towns, they will stop for a few minutes to wait for passengers.

  Usually at this time, there will be small merchants selling newspapers and food to the passengers in the car with baskets.

  The salted duck eggs are just marinated, and the egg yolk is powdery and sandy, with a slight salty taste, and it is very delicious to eat.

  After she finished eating the salted duck eggs, Ling Chuan took out a bag of hot soybean milk as if by magic.

  Yunmo sucked the soy milk, and stared at the man with her round almond eyes, "What else did you buy?"

  Ling Chuan took out a hemp ball, probably because he had covered it for a long time, the hemp ball was a bit flat, but the heat was still there.

  Yun Mo held the hemp ball and looked at the man, "What else?"

  Ling Chuan took out another Hanamaki from another pocket.

  Yunmo stared at Huajuan for two seconds, "Is it gone now?"

  Ling Chuan touched another bun slowly.

   "Any more?"

"there is none left."

   "Do you think I'm a pig? Buy so much?"

  Ling Chuan explained with some grievances, "You said you didn't have a good appetite in the morning. I was afraid that there would be nothing you like, so I bought a few more."

Fine.

  Yunmo picked the hemp ball, and let Ling Chuan handle the rest.

  After she finished eating the mochi balls, the car just pulled into the station.

  After getting off the bus, Yunmo took a taxi directly to the largest food wholesale market in Anshi. Non-staple food stores in general food wholesale markets sell food coloring.

  As Yunmo expected, the non-staple food store in the food market sells various food colorings.

  Yunmo picked three colors of pigments: turmeric, orange red, and dark blue.

   After buying the pigment, it was exactly 12:00 noon, and there was still an hour and a half before the car back to Lu'an Town in the afternoon, enough to find a place to have a good lunch.

  It was cold, and her body was relatively weak during her menstrual holiday, so Yunmo found a beef soup restaurant near the station, intending to replenish her vitality.

  Yunmo and Ling Chuan sat by the window and could see the restaurant opposite.

  The restaurant is more upscale, with a row of cars parked at the door.

  The beef soup pot needs to be boiled for a while before it can be eaten. While waiting for the pot to boil, Yunmo looked at the street scene outside the window with her chin on her hands.

   Looking at it, I saw a familiar face.

  At the door of the opposite restaurant, Lu Xiangchang was standing in front of a black car with a smile on his face, chatting and laughing with two well-dressed middle-aged men.

   Soon, Chief Lu entered the restaurant with the two middle-aged men.

  Although I didn't see the faces of the two middle-aged men, judging from the car model, they should be the group of Zhejiang businessmen I met that day.

   "Daughter-in-law, you can drink soup."

Yunmo came back to her senses, picked up a spoon and stirred in the bowl, the beef soup made from fresh beef bones and dozens of nourishing medicinal materials, the soup was clear and fragrant, sprinkled with coriander, moss and chopped green onion, took a sip, Surprisingly delicious.

   But Yunmo was a little absent-minded, and couldn't help but think of the scene she saw just now.

  They have already rented the school land, why is the head of Lu still so flattering those businessmen from Zhejiang Province?

   "Daughter-in-law, what's the matter, doesn't it suit your taste?"

   Seeing that she hadn't moved her chopsticks, Ling Chuan showed a bit of concern on his face.

  Yunmo shook her head, "No, I don't feel very hungry. Eat more, don't waste it."

"Um."

  Ling Chuan nodded, picked up the spoon and refilled half a bowl of soup for her.

  It was already evening when I returned to Huang's house. Even though she was very tired, Yunmo still took out the pigments she bought and blended them.

  After repeated blending, two pigments, turmeric and ink green, were finally used to blend the bamboo green color she was satisfied with.

   This is the color she thought up last night. Zongzi is eaten on the Dragon Boat Festival. The zongzi is wrapped in bamboo leaves, and the gift box is also made of bamboo. Using bamboo green to match the color of the zongzi box is perfect for the occasion.

   After adjusting the color of the dye, the next step is to dye the bamboo strips and bamboo threads.

  Yunmo prepared three pots of dyed water, and the soaking time for each pot was different, 10 minutes, 20 minutes, and half an hour.

  By the time the bamboo strips and threads were dyed, it was completely dark.

  Yunmo labels the bamboo strips and shreds with different dyeing times, and hangs them to dry above the stove. The kitchen is relatively dry, which is convenient for drying water.

   After dinner, Yunmo went back to the room and lay down without even washing her face.

  While half asleep and half awake, she felt someone wiping her face and hands with a hot towel.

  She opened one eye halfway, seeing the man's familiar and stern face, she closed her eyes in peace and went back to sleep the next second.

  When she woke up again, it was already bright outside the window.

   The weather is rare, the sun is hanging in the air, and the whole village is covered with a layer of warm gold.

  Yunmo stood in the corridor on the second floor, stretched comfortably, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

   "Momo, you can count, come and see, the bamboo strips and bamboo threads you dyed yesterday are all unusable."

  Yun Mo took the bamboo strips and bamboo threads handed over by Huang Jianjun, her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The color of bamboo strips and bamboo threads is not bad, but I don’t know if it’s because of the paint or over-baking. The bamboo strips become extremely hard and not flexible at all, and the bamboo threads are dry and brittle. It broke, like crispy noodles.

   Such bamboo strips and bamboo threads cannot be used for bamboo weaving.

   "Momo, what should I do?"

  Seeing that she didn't speak, Huang Jianjun couldn't help being a little anxious, but Yunmo couldn't answer, and she wasn't sure if it was the dye.

  Yang Xinghua couldn't help but patted the eldest son, "Oh, why are you so anxious, Momo just woke up and didn't eat, how can she have the energy to do other things."

   As she spoke, Yang Xinghua pulled Yun Mo and said in a warm voice: "Momo, let's not be in a hurry, let's have breakfast first."

  Huang Kailin followed suit, "Okay, let's eat first, and when we're full, we'll figure out a solution together."

   "Momo, don't worry, maybe this dye is not good, and it might be enough to change to another dye."

  Maybe because she was afraid that Yunmo would be under too much pressure, Liu Zhi also comforted her in a low voice.

  Huang Qingning also echoed, "Yes, cousin, we used blue ink before and it was fine, I think it must be the dye."

"Maybe."

  In fact, compared to the dye problem, Yunmo thinks it might be because she put the bamboo sticks on top of the stove.

  The bamboo strips were soaked in water, and were baked continuously by the hot air from the stove all night, and the moisture was also dried, so it would harden and become brittle.

  Breakfast is noodles with fried goose eggs and cabbage leaves.

   "Mom, the noodles are a bit bland."

  Hearing what his daughter said, Liu Zhi replied: "If it's light, go to the kitchen and add some salt."

  Huang Qingning was about to get up with the bowl in hand, when Liu Zhi said again: "You can bring the salt shaker in, I also feel a little weak."

When the salt shaker was brought in, everyone put the salt grains into the noodle bowl one by one, and Yun Mo also picked up half a chopsticks of salt. When she stirred the noodles in the bowl with the chopsticks to melt the salt grains, her brain In a flash, he suddenly thought of something.

   Second update~

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