Zhou Wenzhong took a sip of hot water, sucked the smell of boiled water, and started chatting with the old lady.

"Old lady, if you don't sell steamed buns, you can sell big bowls of tea. This boiled water is so sweet!"

"Okay, since you came, you will shake me with good words. Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Old lady, I'm indeed here to buy steamed buns today. It's true that there is no food coupon, but I dare not let you take responsibility."

The old lady nodded and signaled Zhou Wenzhong to continue talking.

"Let me tell you the truth. My mother asked me to buy your steamed buns. I just saw that a few people were hungry on the street. I really couldn't stand it, so I gave them the food coupons in my pocket. But my mother likes to eat your steamed buns. I have an idea, can you pick me up some old noodles?"

[Old noodles are live yeast. When there was no industrial yeast powder before, I had to pick a small piece of steamed buns at home, throw them in the dough tank, and use them next time I drank them. It is very convenient.]

"Of course, I won't take it for nothing. I'll give you 1 cent. Even if I bought it, your white flour was bought by money. You can't let you compensate. My mother has taught me since she was a child that she would not let me take advantage of others, nor can she let others give me a gift. And today is the 9th anniversary of my father. My mother asked me to come to you to buy steamed buns because of this, so..."

"Oh... you are also a filial child."

"Many people say that to me. Your eyes are so good! It's so accurate to look at people."

Zhou Wenzhong took out 10 cents and handed them over, but the old lady refused.

"Take the money back, I don't want it, it's just a little white flour!"

"If you don't accept it, I will never come to your stall to buy things again!"

"Why are you so stubborn? Take the money back."

Zhou Wenzhong stood up and said, "If you don't accept it, I won't buy it. I'm sorry for my father who has been dead for 9 years! I originally wanted to steam a pot of steamed buns and let my father smell it on it."

"You... let you say this. Wait."

The old lady bent down, took out the small bowl from the dining cart, uncovered the moist and unfreezed cage, revealing the slightly light yellow dough as the size of a baby's fist. She pulled off a coin-sized ball from it and placed it in Zhou Wenzhong's white porcelain bowl.

"This ball is enough for you to make 2 pots of steamed buns, hurry up and go home."

"Hey, old lady, thank you."

Zhou Wenzhong held the bowl with one hand and bowed to the old lady. He quickly threw 10 cents on the dining car with the other hand, and then ran away.

"Come back! Get the money back!"

"Old lady, please close the stall early, it's cold and cold. I'll come to you to buy steamed buns next time..."

Zhou Wenzhong's voice became smaller and smaller, and he ran away. The old lady looked at the 10 cents and sighed in her heart, "What a good child."

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Zhou Wenzhong pressed the white porcelain bowl against his chest and had to warm it with his own body. Living yeast is too difficult to serve. Now the weather is minus 14 degrees Celsius, and if you are not careful, you will freeze to death.

The world-renowned brand: Heineken beer uses live yeast from around 1890. Of course, they use malt and apple fermentation. The manufacturer's experimenters poured the century-old yeast into a new flask a little, added water and heated for 7 days, allowing the fungus to grow and reproduce for 7 days, and used less than 50 ml of yeast water to produce 30 billion bottles of beer.

Zhou Wenzhong understood that the yeast in his arms could not produce beer, but he could give it noodles!

What snacks are there in Beijing? What is the foundation of snacks? What culture is there in the foundation?

How many years has Quanjude been the signature? How many years has Daoxiangcun been the signature? How to define it? With those photos?

Zhou Wenzhong waited until the 1980s and took out the yeast he had raised, even if he opened a door-tarred meat patty shop, even if he opened a hot pot shop, even if he opened a sesame cake shop.

If you say it is a century-old store, then this is a century-old store! Are you not convinced? Zhou Wenzhong can use scientific methods to prove to you that his dough has a history of more than 100 years, and then the entire baked cake industry in the capital will be respected! This ball of yeast is the best proof, verified at will!

Not to mention which generation of successor you are, and not to mention who has eaten your meat patties, and not to mention your grandfather and who has taken photos. Your family has definitely experienced technical gaps. Zhou Wenzhong is different. He will directly take out the yeast powder test report! How do you break it?

"I remember when someone was in Yan'an, I ate our firewood. Don't you believe it? This matter is all sealed in the top secret file No. 1! If you have the ability, please go find it yourself."

Zhou Wenzhong is considering his third generation. If there is no one who can support his family in the whole family after decades, what if someone is laid off in the second generation? His philosophy is different from that of the children. They are stubborn and have to go out to make a try, but they will lose all their money. What should I do?

What kind of survival does the third generation use in this situation? Even if they are asked to learn the skill of pancakes, coupled with the century-old sign of this ball of yeast, and finally using traffic to advertise, they will definitely not be hungry.

This is a last resort and a last step. Being a grandpa is tiring, and being a grandpa is tiring. Everything has to be thoughtful.

Zhou Wenzhong, who was only 15 years old, had already thought about the future of his grandchildren.

You want to ask if others have this kind of yeast?

Let's give an example.

Known snacks: donkey rolls.

Why did the production method be changed later? The original donkey rolling layer by layer was laid with osmanthus brown sugar, sprinkled soybean noodles on the chopping board, took out the steamed glutinous rice dough from the pot, spread it on the chopping board, rolled it into large pieces with a rolling pin, first brush a layer of brown sugar water on it, then sprinkled with osmanthus brown sugar, rolled it, and repeated the above actions. This repeatedly rolled it into a roll, and finally cut it into pieces with a knife. And it must be: make it now, sell it now, and eat it now.

Now? It has been changed to fried soybean noodles. This was changed after the public-private partnership in 1956. Anyway, it is not your own business, so how can you save trouble?

Let me give you another example. There is a person in old Beijing who is carrying a pick and selling wontons, called wontons. Mr. Jin Shoushen once wrote an article called "Night in Beijing", which introduces wontons.

He belonged to the capital of the whole old society, and a particularly famous "mobile vendor". During the public-private joint venture, the organization organized him and seven other chefs selling wontons and changed it to a wonton shop on Dong'anmen Street [Longshengxiang Bakery Shop]. What happened? The organization went bankrupt! Everyone separated and left. There are countless similar things.

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Time flies 25 minutes, Zhou Wenzhong appears at the gate of the Siheyuan and calculates the day with his fingers.

"I said, what are you doing when you stand there? How cold is this day, why don't you go home?"

"Brother Zhuzi, are you just getting off work?"

Sha Zhu raised his heavy net bag to signal.

"You're talking nonsense. You're staring at the door frame, aren't you going to lie down on the ground again?"

"No, no, today is the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar."

"What does it mean?"

"I rest every day on the first day and fifteenth day."

Sha Zhu raised his thumb and exclaimed: "Be particular. Have the two aunts you mentioned last time come to our yard recently?"

"I don't know. Recently, Erliang Station was busy slapping the back of the head. If I meet them again, I will definitely bring them back to the yard and let them sit at your doorstep to wait for you."

Sha Zhu patted Zhou Wenzhong on the shoulder hard and said, "Thank you!"

"I'll go back to the house first. It's either snowing or raining these days, and my soles have been soaked in the soles of my shoes."

"Chasing, we're all walking."

Sha Zhu walked in front, Zhou Wenzhong followed behind, his mouth kept moving, without making any sound.

What a waste snack. I have told you everything. I pretended not to understand. Why is it so difficult to get a pair of shoes?

Standing at the door of his house, raising his hand at Sha Zhu, he said hello.

I pushed open the main hall door, sat on the stool in front of the dining table, raised my trousers, and scratched my heel. There were two small bumps, which became more and more itchy as I scratched the bumps. When I scratched them, it would be frostbite that grew year by year. At this time, it is impossible to treat the symptoms and not the root cause.

"Boss, I heard that your Erliang Station has closed the salary today."

Zhou Wenzhong replied expressionlessly: "Well, I have sent 25 cents, and I still owe the white crazy man 15 cents. Are you trying to make up for me?"

"Didn't this matter be discussed long ago? You can repay the money you borrowed yourself."

"Oh. When will the meal start?"

"It's almost done, your mother will be done in a while. Boss, do you know the Chen family in the alley?"

"Well. I know. What kind of rice are you cooking?"

"The eldest grandson of the Chen family is from the same junior high school as you, right?"

"Well, what rice is cooked on the stove?"

Zhou Deming looked at Zhou Wenxin, and Zhou Wenzhong followed his gaze. He didn't pay attention at all. His brother's face was blue and purple, and his hair was pulled off. At this time, he was holding his breath and pounding it hard on the dining table with a pencil in his hand, competing with him.
Chapter completed!