In fact, if you want to talk about Song Laosi, let alone the frozen chicken, even the chickens and ducks raised at home, he will never eat a bite, let alone the death of these outside this time, asking him to eat a bite is like killing him.

But today's stewed chicken has been served, and seeing Ding Fan and a few people eating hotly, he just sat on the side and ate some wine and food, in fact, he was a little greedy in his heart.

But after looking at the chicken on the table, he still felt a little wrong, especially the fragrance of the chicken in the big basin, which made it difficult for him to resist the temptation.

Zheng Sanpao and Zheng Yi, the two fathers and sons, are more direct, and they don't care how things die, they should eat and drink, they don't care about how these chickens die, but they keep asking Ding Fan why the chicken that comes out of this pot doesn't have a fishy smell of frozen chickens, just like the kind killed by a knife.

At that time, Zheng Yi was still asking Ding Fan on the side, why the taste of the chicken he ate this time was slightly different from what he had eaten before, it didn't seem to be the same way before, and he was still a little curious when he ate it just now, and he wanted to ask.

Who knew that after eating, he didn't want to talk anymore, and all his energy was put on grabbing meat with the second fat, and he also found out, if he didn't grab it, he might not be able to eat it in his mouth.

Didn't you look at Erfat, now it's like he hasn't eaten, and he keeps stuffing meat into his mouth!

In fact, judging from the method, this dish seems to be really unique, and I don't know what means Ding Fan used to make this chicken that was obviously frozen to death taste as if it had been killed, and there was no superfluous taste at all.

This is a bit strange, and even makes people a little confused, plus today I heard that people outside say that Ding Fan has the ability to bring the dead back to life, and many people today say that after he brings the dead chicken back, he can bring the dead chicken back to life.

Looking at it now, it seems that it is really possible, otherwise why does the taste of these chickens not taste fishy at all?

In Zheng Yi's opinion, these chickens were all used by Ding Fan to bring them back to life and then kill them to eat meat.

This is also what Zheng Yi thinks in his heart, if Ding Fan knows about this, he will definitely clean up this kid, what is this?

Not to mention that Ding Fan doesn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life, even if he has this ability, he will never do it, first resurrect, and then kill, isn't this sick?

"Actually, these chickens still have a taste, but you can't eat them!" Ding Fan also knew what Zheng Sanpao wanted to ask, so he took a few bites, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and said: "The main thing is that I have added a lot of things with a heavier flavor to it, such as the sauce produced in our tunzi, as well as the self-produced liquor, and so on. ”

Zheng Sanpao suddenly realized when he heard it, when the strange came, he could smell the smell of wine from a distance outside, and it turned out that Ding Fan added liquor to it when he was stewing chicken.

Just when everyone was talking about it, Song Laosi, who was sitting on the side, finally ate this piece of chicken in his mouth.

Originally, Ding Fan thought that after eating this bite, Song Laosi would be like Zheng Sanpao, deeply in love with this taste, and then get carried away with eating.

Who knew that his reaction was different from everyone else, the second fat couldn't stop after taking a bite, and after Zheng Sanpao ate it, he smiled and praised Ding Fan even more.

Only Song Laosi, after taking a bite, the whole person's expression changed, tears kept rolling in his eyes, as if he thought of something sad, which made him very sad.

Ding Fan originally wanted to ask, but before the words could be spoken, Song Laosi actually said with a crying voice: "At the beginning, if I had cooked more...... My nephew won't ...... either."

It turned out that after eating a bite of chicken, Song Laosi finally knew what the taste of chicken was, he had a bad family background, and he had never eaten chicken since he was a child, but he only ate a piece that time, and killed his nephew.

To this day, it was the first time he had eaten a bite of chicken, which let him know that chicken tasted like this.

Seeing Song Laosi's sad appearance now, Ding Fan couldn't say anything, so he had to reach out and take out a cigarette and hand it to him.

Originally, this meal was quite happy, but because Song Laosi suddenly burst into tears, everyone became silent, and no one spoke for a long time, just silently eating the dishes on the table, and taking a sip from time to time.

Ding Fan thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Actually, you can't be completely blamed for what happened back then, in that era, everyone was almost the same, and if you don't want this kind of tragedy to happen here, the only way is to work hard, play a piece of heaven, and tell your children not to follow the path of the past." ”

Song Laosi slowly raised his head, glanced at Ding Fan with cloudy old eyes, and said slowly: "I...... It's all half buried, I just have this heart, I'm afraid I ......."

Speaking of which, Song Laosi's age is not very big, not even as old as Zheng Sanpao, but it seems that it gives people a very old feeling, and it gives people a feeling of old age from afar.

It may also have something to do with the mentality, Zheng Sanpao now feels that he has strength, as long as there is a possibility of making money, he wants to try it, hoping to bring a little new development to Tunzi.

But Song Laosi is completely opposite to Ding Fan, the whole person looks like a person who is about to die, and he will look forward to everything for a long time.

Ding Fan rolled his eyes, stood up, and said, "There's nothing that can't be done, isn't it just to make money?" As long as you have this heart, I'll help you with the rest." ”

When Ding Fan said this, everyone turned their heads to look at him curiously, they really didn't understand, he was just having a meal today, and he could even come up with a little.

I really don't know how he grew up with this brain!

"I have a cousin who is doing business in the south, and he will come over in two days, and after he arrives, I will discuss with him that next year we will completely organize the breeding in Tunzi. Ding Fan stretched out his hand and pointed to the chickens in the basin, and said to everyone: "The breeding industry in our tunzi itself is unique, it is a pity not to do some breeding, just this little thing we are raising now, it is too little, starting next year, we will breed this aspect, form a scale." ”

Although everyone basically didn't understand what Ding Fan meant by 'forming a scale', what Ding Fan said was very impassioned, although he didn't understand what he said, but he had to say that it was very attractive.

Even Song Laosi, who had tears on his face just now, was stunned, and even he was wondering why Ding Fan's brain was turning so fast, one second he was still talking about the problem of chicken, and the next second he turned the problem to animal husbandry.

They all grew up eating food, why do the brains of the world turn so fast, and their own brains always seem to be half a beat slower?

Song Laosi didn't understand these things, so he could only nod his head and reluctantly agree.

On the contrary, after Zheng Sanpao heard Ding Fan say this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In the past, every time Ding Fan thought of a way, he finally made money, but during this time, he had been busy outside, and he had always put forward any new ideas, and he had been stuck in this awkward position since he turned over, and he couldn't advance or retreat.

Today finally waited for Ding Fan's new idea, which he had been looking forward to for a long time.

So Zheng Sanpao took out his notebook as soon as possible and began to record.

Who knows, after Ding Fan just said a few words, he didn't want to continue, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said to Zheng Sanpao: " Third uncle, this matter still needs your help, next year's spring, Tunzi will open a brick factory nearby, at the same time, we Tunzi here will also be this farm to do it, wait until the farm is busy, buy some bricks from the brick factory, repair the houses of each family, next year's winter can not be in this problem, this year is fortunately no one hurts, next year everyone knows what it will be like!"

As soon as Ding Fan said this, Zheng Sanpao immediately wrote down these things in the notebook, and it looked as if he was the village chief.

It's just that everyone seems to have gotten used to it, and they don't think there's anything wrong with this at all, and it seems that everything has become a habit.

After Ding Fan's mouth was dry, he found that Zheng Sanpao was still recording on the side, and regardless of whether he understood it or not, he directly wrote a large book, writing without raising his head or opening his eyes, which looked very funny.

Just when Ding Fan looked at him, Zheng Sanpao seemed to react, glanced at him, and said angrily: "What you, the deputy director, are doing now, you are more powerful than me, the official director, just throw anything to me, and I will run away with the rest." ”

Ding Fan was a little embarrassed and stretched out his hand to scratch his head twice, and said with a hippie smile: "Third uncle, you are joking, I am not familiar with the overall arrangement in the tunzi, and I need you to help me more!"

Looking at Ding Fanxian's hippie smiling face now, what else can Zheng Sanpao say?

After all, Ding Fan has brought a lot of things to Turnovertun now, but he is just a nominal deputy director, what do you want him to do?

When Zheng Sanpao put away the notebook in his hand, Ding Fan suddenly said: "Third uncle, you see that the house of the fourth uncle's family has collapsed, or we will build a farm there in the next year! ”

When Ding Fan said this, he really said it, but in fact, Zheng Sanpao also thought so.

The location of Song Laosi's house is a bit remote in itself, how many times has Zheng Sanpao told him, he wants to ask him to change places, and the homestead is found for him, as long as he agrees.

But this stubborn old man didn't agree to anything, and wanted to live or die in that place in his own house, saying that he would not change anything, as if there was gold under this place, so that he could not do without.

Today, Ding Fan's statement can be regarded as a rehash of the old matter, but Song Laosi still seems to be unwilling, and even when he talks about it, he suddenly doesn't say a word, picks up his clothes and leaves, without even saying hello.