Author: cool beauty

Mr. Zhao carried his hoe home and smelled the tangy aroma of meat at the door of his house.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and murmured in a low voice: "How can she be so generous today if she is so old and dishonest?"

Zhao Junjie, who was also carrying a hoe and looked listless, suddenly became excited: "My second sister must be back and she brought delicious food."

Although he is only sixteen years old this year and is the only son of Mr. Zhao, when he returns home during the school holidays, he still has to work in the fields with his father.

The father and son walked in together, and He Xiaoling happened to come out. When she saw the father and son, she looked disgusted: "Look at what you are wearing. Go wash it and change into something cleaner."

Both father and son looked down at themselves.

When I go to work in the fields, of course I wear army green trousers that have been patched and faded after washing. Now I have my trouser legs rolled up and I am wearing dirty Jiefang shoes.

But isn't this normal?

Boss Zhao was scratching his head: "What's wrong with me dressing like this? Even if Feifei comes back, even if my son-in-law comes back, even if the new son-in-law comes to the house, I won't change my clothes."

"Hi, it's Xiao Hong and Xiao Fang who are here with their uncle's daughter." She looked at her man and son up and down: "You are also their uncle, we can't be too inferior, right?"

After saying that, he went to the room first: "I also have to change my clothes. By the way, in addition to Xiao Hong, her eldest cousin, the son of the director of the towel factory and his cousin who is a police officer are also here."

Boss Zhao took a deep breath, put the hoe aside, and changed his words calmly: "Then I have to change my clothes. Take out the new pair of gray pants I made last year, and the ones Tingting bought for me last time."

I also found the old and new shirt."

Zhao Junjie sighed and could only go back to his room to unpack the wooden box and tidy himself up.

When Xiao Hong and the others came back, Grandpa Zhao and Uncle Zhao had already arrived. In addition, Uncle Zhao, his wife and his son, plus Xiao Hong and the other five, simply took out the newly purchased round table, which could accommodate ten people.

Grandpa Zhao cherished his words as always, and only nodded and said yes when the junior called him.

Uncle Zhao has trouble with his legs and feet. I don’t know whether it’s because of his inferiority complex or because he’s just not used to it. He also doesn’t like to talk much.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhao and his wife both like to talk, so they are not indifferent.

After everyone exchanged greetings, Uncle Zhao smiled and asked everyone to use their chopsticks.

Duck stewed with dried bamboo shoots, braised small fish, plus the braised chicken, braised pork head and braised pork brought by Xiao Hong and others, it is definitely very rich.

There are also fried sophora flowers with eggs, fried loofah flowers, cold shepherd's purse, homemade pickled radish with distiller's grains, and fried potatoes with shredded pork.

In fact, the potatoes are still small now, and they will be bigger in another month.

But Aunt Zhao felt that there was no food at home, so she endured her heartache and dug five pits, which were not even as big as a table tennis ball.

But it tastes really good.

By the time everyone finished eating, most of the braised meat and braised pork were left. However, all the dried bamboo shoots in the duck had been eaten, and none of the braised small fish and vegetables were left.

Xiao Hong put down her chopsticks and said sweetly to Grandpa Zhao: "Grandpa, grandma will stay for a while longer. When I came here, she specially told me to work slowly and don't be reluctant to eat bacon and pickled duck eggs.

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Grandpa Zhao nodded: "When you leave, catch two more ducks."

After saying that, he got up and went back.

Xiao Hong smiled at Aunt Zhao again: "Aunt, we have a holiday these days, so the store will be busy. Sister Feifei said she would come back in a few days. Let me ask you if there is anything you want to bring. She can bring it then.

return."

He Xiaoling smiled so hard that she couldn't see her teeth: "There is nothing missing at home. Besides, I will go to town in two days."

"That's good," Xiao Hong asked again, "Auntie, do you know which store sells dried bamboo shoots and dried fish? They all want to buy some back."

When Xiao Mengqiu heard this, he nodded in agreement: "Yes, the dried bamboo shoots are so delicious, and the braised fish is also delicious. Auntie, your cooking skills are really good. The fish is not fishy at all, just full of freshness."

She worked very hard to get a bite to eat, not only praising every dish.

There is no one who doesn't like to hear good things. He Xiaoling smiled happily and waved her hands hurriedly: "It's all home-cooked food. Just don't dislike it. If you like it, come back later."

Another look of regret: "If I knew you like to eat dried bamboo shoots, I would eat more. We don't think it's troublesome and we don't have much at home. I'll go and visit a few more places."

The main thing is that the dried bamboo shoots are really not delicious if they are not stewed with duck and bacon.

Xiao Mengqiu nodded quickly after hearing this: "Thank you, Auntie, we need to buy more. How much do you think is suitable per pound?"

"It's only eight anise per catty when I sell it." Aunt Zhao was afraid that they would find it too expensive: "I'll definitely buy it cheaper."

Xiao Mengqiu immediately shook his head: "The price is not expensive. I really don't need to bargain. We want to buy it but it's not easy to buy it. My mother bought it a few times. After brewing, many of them were too old and were full of scum.

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The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Xiao Hong felt moved after hearing this.

Every household in Zhacun has a bamboo forest. In order to prevent the bamboo shoots from occupying the cultivated fields, everyone digs up the bamboo shoots.

What's even more wasteful is that people in Zhacun don't like to eat bamboo shoots, so most of them just throw the dug bamboo shoots aside.

They are not too lazy to take it back to feed pigs, chickens and ducks, but they are afraid that the livestock will lose their weight after eating the bamboo shoots.

If she could collect the dried bamboo shoots and sell them in the provincial capital, she could make some money.

She hesitated, but still didn't speak, thinking it would be troublesome to earn the money.

Aunt Zhao found a few clean snakeskin bags and took Xiao Hong and Xiao Mengqiu from each household to collect dried bamboo shoots and fish.

At this point, everyone just had lunch and most of them rested at home before going to the field.

When they saw that Xiao Hong was also very enthusiastic, they didn't have to bargain, so they automatically lowered the price. Dried bamboo shoots only cost seventy cents per catty, and dried fish cost two yuan per catty.

The hostess of the house even held Xiao Hong's hand to inquire about the chicken raising.

The main reason is that Mr. Zhao can convert chickens into money after raising them for a few months. Who can not be moved?

But what they worry about is that after they raise chickens, if they don't collect them, they won't be able to sell them.

Looking at the old people's weather-beaten faces and expectant eyes, Xiao Hong felt a little sour in her heart. After hesitating for a moment, she said she would go home and talk to her parents and ask her stepfather to come back in a few days to give everyone an answer.

If she agreed straight away, I'm afraid no one would believe that she could take on such a big deal.

Now that she said she wanted to go home and discuss it with her stepfather, everyone was more willing to believe that Zhao Laosi could help everyone raise chickens and become rich.

Anyway, now that Zhao Laosi can open a store in the town, he is already the envy of Zacun people.
Chapter completed!