Author: Zhen Zhen Yaoyao

"Tsk tsk, no way, no way, no one in such a big noodle factory knows this thing?"

Hearing the man's indifferent words, You'an frowned with thick black brows and looked at the person coming out of the noodle factory gate with disbelief.

"..."

You'an's shocked and disdainful tone made everyone very unhappy. Just as they were thinking about what this was, the workshop director among them squeezed out of the crowd and asked You'an excitedly: "Is this instant noodles?

Instant noodles sold in supply and marketing cooperatives for 1 dime and 2 cents? Instant noodles sold together with Moutai?"

Hearing what the workshop director said, Youan nodded with satisfaction: Not bad, he still knows the goods.

Since the emergence of instant noodles, it was first introduced from the islands, and now, inland areas have begun to produce instant noodles on their own. However, because the production lines need to be imported, the amount produced is not as good as that of later generations. Most of the factories are located in developed cities such as Kyoto, and transportation is inconvenient now.

It takes more than a week to take a train from Kyoto to the small southwestern county where Lijiagou is located. Although instant noodles are sold here, there are really not many of them. They are all placed next to Maotai liquor in the supply and marketing cooperative.

Luxury goods are for sale.

A pack of two ounces of instant noodles costs 10.2 cents, which is not cheap.

Therefore, most people have never seen instant noodles after tearing off the packaging.

Hearing the question about the Mediterranean in front of him, You'an nodded with satisfaction and replied: "Yes, exactly!"

After receiving You'an's affirmative answer, the workshop director Mediterranean was so excited that he strode over: "Instant noodles sold for 12 cents in the supply and marketing cooperative, but you only sell them for 5 cents?"

Looking at the playing cards next to Youan's oxcart, the workshop director Mediterranean's face twisted into a twist.

"Comrade, do you admire me very much? I am not only handsome, but also kind-hearted. Look at the instant noodles that everyone can't afford. Now I don't come here at half price to benefit from it. Am I benefiting everyone?

ah?"

You'an pointed to the pile of more than thirty instant noodles placed on the palm leaves on the bullock cart, as if it was a blessing to the people.

At first, people in the noodle factory were only attracted by the pork belly sizzling in the iron pot. Now, when they heard that the five-cent noodle pancakes cost 12 cents in the supply and marketing cooperative, they all couldn't bear it.

He said: If you don’t take advantage of this, wouldn’t you be a bastard?

"Brother, bring me a bowl of pork belly instant noodles."

"I also want a bowl of pork belly instant noodles."

"Give me a bowl too!"

…

After all, anyone with eyes can see that there are only about thirty noodle cakes. However, there are one or two hundred workers in the noodle factory, and there are people from other factories passing nearby who are fighting for food. If you don't hurry up, can you grab it?

Seeing a fish taking the bait, Youan was very satisfied and asked them to take the iron lunch box in their hands, put a piece of instant noodles underneath, scooped a little of the bubbling pork belly soup and poured it on the instant noodles.

Then, he used his earthen bowl to make a bowl of pork belly with meat, radish, and potatoes, poured it on top, and handed it to the waiting people: "You can start eating in four minutes."

As he spoke, he pointed to the curb next to him.

After all, it was a delicacy bought with a heavy sum of twenty-five cents, and it had never been seen before. Even if the person who bought it wanted to take it home and share some with his family, he was afraid of being cheated, so he could only squat beside the curb and wait for four people.

Minutes are coming.

While waiting, Youan also asked him to close the lid of the aluminum lunch box.

After a while, there were about ten people squatting on the curb next to them. Unknowing passers-by were originally attracted by the smell of meat. As soon as they walked in, they saw so many people squatting with a lunch box in their arms, enduring.

They couldn't help but look at each other: Are you going to be detained for buying food?

However, seeing Youan adding soup to the side and ladling the boiling broth in the middle to put it in the lunch box, my doubts deepened. I asked the people next to me and found out that they were selling cheap instant noodles. So,

They lined up in a crowd.

The first person to buy braised pork instant noodles looked at the time and saw that four minutes had passed. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, he opened the lid of the steamy lunch box and started stirring according to Youan's instructions.

Under the gaze of dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes, he picked up a piece of instant noodles that had swollen with soup, put it to his mouth and began to slurp.

The moment the instant noodles were imported: the meaty aroma of the pork belly soup and the chewy texture of the instant noodles exploded together in the mouth, and the man's face showed a satisfied squinting look.

Needless to say, just by looking at the man's satisfied look and running home with his lunch box, everyone understood in their hearts: This is so delicious, they can't wait to go home and share it with their families!

At this time, the second buyer also gave the same satisfied expression.

The third one was also eager to start eating. For a moment, the place was in a commotion, everyone wanted to grab the remaining ten or so pieces of bread.

The workshop director, Mediterranean, saw that You'an noodles were about to be out of stock, and couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart: Hey, if the noodles he produced were sold so fast, the factory would be in deficit, and everyone's wages would not be paid?

In the midst of emotion, he did not forget to push forward, wanting to buy a bowl of braised pork instant noodles to take home...

In less than half an hour, all the instant noodles and braised pork that Youan brought today were sold out, and he got a bunch of notes in exchange.

When she was at the end of the sale, You'an suddenly realized that in 1983, tickets were still required to buy things from the supply and marketing cooperative, so she came up with a policy that allowed her to give money as well as tickets.

After everything was sold, she rushed towards the supply and marketing cooperative with a bunch of bills and receipts. After giving the tickets, she bought some chicken cakes, rags, needles and thread with the characteristics of the era. She also bought some supply and marketing cooperatives on the pretext of needing them.

Oil paper for wrapping things inside.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative and driving the ox cart to Lijiagou, Youan took out the salt, monosodium glutamate, chili powder, brown sugar, etc. from the space and wrapped them in oil paper, and also filled them with the soy sauce he brought before going out in the morning.

Bottle, balsamic vinegar bottle.

Of course, she also didn't forget to wrap some of the various ingredients needed to stew the pork belly in oil paper.

Returning to Lijiagou, I saw Li Tiejun waiting anxiously at the entrance of the village. Youan asked people to get on the bullock cart, and the two father and son drove the bullock cart home slowly under the sunset.

When they got home, they heard that Youan had sold all the braised pork and made a lot of money. The people of Lao Li's family were very motivated. Li Hongmei and Liu Dafeng started to stew pork belly again.

The Li family, which has not smelled the smell of meat for several years, has been smelling the smell of meat since yesterday. The villagers in the village were thinking: Tsk, tsk, this is so pretentious, I'm afraid the whole house will be smelled of meat...
Chapter completed!