novelaction Chapter 134 A Little Hope
Chapter 134 A Little Hope
It is the Little New Year, so the family prepares a lot of food.
At noon, Su Rongrong simply used the half pack of hot pot base left in the space to make hot pot.
Anyway, she had charcoal and a small iron pot at home, so it was not difficult to cook it.
There is meat and vegetables at home.
Even dried mushrooms and tapioca flour are available.
What's more, she even took out a grass carp and made fish balls.
Of course, the dishes that were brought back for Baili Zheng and were relatively easy to heat up were chicken stewed with mushrooms and braised pork with preserved vegetables.
Originally, Su Rongrong wanted to make the grilled fish that Baili's family liked to eat, but she had nothing to serve back, so she had no choice but to give up!
But Baili Zheng had no regrets. After all, he got to eat the hotpot he hadn’t eaten for a long time, and it had a beef oil base.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, while everyone was cleaning up, he leaned over to Su Rongrong and whispered:
“Next time for the 300-second reward, I will definitely get more hot pot base.
If you don't have time, I'll get some more seasonings and Rongrong will cook the base.
It doesn’t matter if there is no butter, we can use lard instead.
I think opening a hot pot restaurant this winter will definitely do great business!"
Su Rongrong looked at him helplessly and said, “I think instead of counting on me, you might as well count on Xiangyang to come quickly.
Later I taught her how to make hot pot base, and also taught her how to make chili oil and fermented black beans.
Once she learns it, your restaurants and shops will naturally be launched.
Whether you want hot pot or soup pot, we will have it!"
Baili Zheng thought about it and agreed.
Instead of bothering Rongrong to prepare these, it would be faster to go out and eat.
That day, after Baili Zheng left, Su Rongrong gathered the children in the family together before dinner.
Seeing that everyone was present, she said, "Tomorrow I will take Qiaoqiao and Brother Zheng to the resettlement site for the disaster victims.
Do you have any way to allow me to go through all of these people in the shortest possible time?"
Su Jinhong said: "In order to facilitate the management of disaster victims, the government should have a registration book.
At that time, we will find those aged seven to twelve according to their age and give each of them a steamed bun."
Su Manman directly denied: "What are you talking about, brother?
There are so many disaster victims. Even if there are only a few children, I estimate there must be two or three hundred of them, right?
You ask our family to make two or three hundred steamed buns, isn’t that a joke?
Who will make this steamed bread? How much firewood will be wasted?
I think it would be better for no one to give them two taels of coarse flour than to give them steamed bread.
Even if there are 200 people, we only need to sell a few buckets of coarse flour. Isn't it more convenient than making steamed bread?"
Su Qiaoqiao said: "Isn't the range of seven to twelve too wide?
I am not even ten years old, and Jinhui is the same as me.
If he had been with the disaster victims, he would have been hungry and cold for the past few months, and he would have been skinny and small, probably looking like a child of six or seven years old.
The two brothers Zhiming and Zhiyuan had never seen their cousin, so they did not comment.
Seeing that both sisters were refutating him, Su Jinhong continued, "If we deliver the noodles, we certainly won't be able to make them all at once.
If they stay around, they might get robbed or stolen.
So steamed corn bread is better. Although it is a bit more difficult to make, the children can eat it immediately after getting it.
As for the age being 12, it was because we took into consideration that Jinhui might falsify his age. "
Su Manman felt that her elder brother's method was completely a burden to her. He didn't manage the household and didn't know how expensive food and daily necessities were.
He had no idea how long it would take to make these steamed breads or how much firewood would be wasted.
She immediately said unhappily, "It's too much trouble! It would be better to let Brother Zheng use his identity to let those little kids go to him."
Su Qiaoqiao knew how precious food was now. After listening to her third sister's words, she thought about it and agreed:
"Sister, I think what Third Sister said makes sense!
Instead of distributing steamed bread or rice and flour, it would be better to let those in charge invite all the children of the right age under their management to come over and visit.
Anyway, the age is written on the roster, so when someone comes, we can call out their name, and then we will know who came and who didn't.
At the same time, we don't have to look for them one by one.
No matter who didn't come, whether they were sick or something, we must go and see them when the time comes.
If none of those exist, then we'll try to find a solution in other counties.
It's impossible that you have to give away rice and noodles when you go to a place, right?
We only have so much food at home, how many times can we send it?
If we don’t find the person by then, we might starve first!”
Su Rongrong discovered that Qiaoqiao was able to hit the key points several times.
After hearing her suggestion, he nodded, then looked at Su Jinhong and Su Manman to see if they had any better ideas!
Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed. Su Jinhong and Su Manman, who had originally planned to send noodles and steamed bread, now felt that what Qiao Qiao said made sense.
It would be good if the people could be in the disaster relief site in Lanxia County. Even if it is a bit troublesome for them, they can just deliver some food and find people, which is worth it.
If we can't find it, how can we send it to every place?
In the end, Su Rongrong couldn't think of a better solution to the problem, so she decided to do as Qiao Qiao said.
She had a list in her hand, so after the Kitchen God worship ceremony and the New Year's Eve dinner, she started to write down the names of those who met the age requirements with pen and paper.
When she put down her pen and paper, she saw Qiaoqiao and Manman looking at her, and she sighed and said, "There are only 268 men and women combined.
There were 205 boys and only 63 girls.”
Su Manman and Su Qiaoqiao were silent for a while after hearing this, then they both came to Su Rongrong and rested their heads on her shoulders.
They all said in unison: "Thank you, big sister! If it weren't for you, perhaps none of us would be as lucky as those sixty or so girls."
Su Rongrong let them approach her for a while before pushing them away.
“From the list, most of the disaster victims from Funing Prefecture and Anqing Prefecture who were able to make it here were able-bodied laborers.
Children and the elderly can only come here if they are accompanied by their parents or sons and daughters-in-law.
There are too few people who are alone. Jinhui, I’m afraid you can’t make it this far!”
Because of this, the three sisters fell silent again. In the end, no one spoke, and they packed up their things, blew out the lights, and went to sleep.
They all knew in their hearts that the possibility was too small, but deep down they still had a glimmer of hope.
The next morning, Su Qiaoqiao got up and packed her things on her own without Su Rongrong calling her.
As for breakfast, I just ate what was left over from last night.
Anyway, it’s cold and the food won’t go bad easily, so you can just heat it up and have another meal.
After dinner, the two sisters each took a bag, sat in the carriage and rushed towards the gate of Lanxia County.
Lanxia County was afraid that the victims would cause trouble, so in order to keep them away from the city gates, they chose a location at the foot of a mountain that was farthest from the county seat and closest to the neighboring Chaoxia County.
Baili Zheng was going to come here, and Master Yang, who was already on vacation, and County Lieutenant Lin followed him automatically.