Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 42

A package was sent from Beijing, containing a letter, a pair of rubber-soled cloth shoes, ten yuan, a few tickets, and a large bundle of persimmons. There were not many things, but Zhaoming was in a good mood because he had never thought that he could get things from home before.

The letter was written by his father, which was just half a piece of paper. He told a little about the situation at home, and then let Zhaoming work and live here without any nutrition. He glanced at it briefly and put it down.

It was the persimmons that surprised him.

Nowadays, candies are expensive, but you have to eat something sweet during the Chinese New Year, so people with average conditions will use persimmon cakes to visit relatives and friends. If you plant a persimmon tree at home, it would be even better, and you can press the persimmon cakes yourself.

Therefore, persimmons are usually only available during the Chinese New Year and are not available on weekdays. Because there is a time limit, it is considered rare to take them out.

After the persimmons are done, they are covered with a layer of white frost on the outside, which everyone calls icing sugar, and the meat inside is compacted, sweet and waxy. I chose yellow persimmons that are just right in size. They are hard and the core has not yet grown out, so the finished persimmons only have glutinous pulp inside and the sweetness is just right.

Persimmons made by peeling yellow persimmons have a texture no less than that of ripe persimmons. They can be eaten by children and the elderly. They are a very popular candy that can be stored for a long time.

Zhao next year got a lot of free yellow persimmons, fearing that things would be wasted, so these persimmons were basically made into persimmon cakes. These yellow persimmons look good, taste good, are big and sweet, and the pressed persimmons are also delicious and big. Now that I have better ones, I am no longer so curious about the ones sent from my hometown.

So he gave away most of the persimmons, some to educated youths, and some to families with frequent contacts in the village. Because I had something to ask for, I sent a few more to the captain's house, six in total. They were wrapped in paper and tied up with thin hemp rope.

He wanted the brigade leader to write two letters of introduction, one asking him to go to the county town to buy something, and one asking him to visit relatives on a certain farm.

The farm is not far away. There is a shuttle bus there. It goes there in the morning and returns in the afternoon. The farm was closer to the mountains, more remote and poorer than here, so his mother, grandfather and others were sent there.

The captain refused to write at first, but after being together for half a year, Zhaoming has now learned the local dialect authentically. The captain likes his temperament and looks at him just like the young people in the village, so he really can't bear to refuse.

"Oh, it's a good thing that you don't forget your roots. But you know the situation now, kid. I wouldn't agree with it any other way. Your bright future will be ruined if you get involved in this, won't it?"

"But I also understand that as a child, you also want to take care of your mother, so I wrote it. However, you can't say that you are visiting your mother when you are away. You can just say that you are asked to visit distant relatives. If I don't tell others about this, don't tell me either, and others usually won't look into it in detail, is that okay?"

"Hey, I'm sorry to trouble you, uncle."

"Hey, you're so polite, you even called me uncle... With your local dialect, I almost didn't realize you were an educated youth."