When Jiang Cheng returned home, the vegetables he had planted last night were ready to be harvested, and the small peppers had grown to the height of his chest, and they were already densely covered with peppers.

Harvest all the vegetables in the field, and then return to the city through the channel, and hand them all over to Junyue, this time Jiangcheng harvested 20,000 yuan again.

Now he has 70,000 yuan in cash, and the money from buying seeds and plowing and planting should be enough to sell noodles by himself, and this 70,000 yuan is intended to be used by Jiang Cheng as the contract money for contracting the land in the village.

70,000 yuan, most of the land in the village is now barren, and it is more than enough to wrap up 1,000 yuan and an acre of land by yourself, and if the young people in the village see that they have made money and come back, then they will establish a cooperative relationship with them and lead the villagers to get rich.

When he got home, Jiang Cheng started cooking, which was a meal he left at home.

Cucumbers, tomatoes, bamboo shoots, and small peppers, Jiang Cheng is sure that if these four things are fried, his mother will definitely agree with his decision to farm at home.

After washing and cutting the vegetables, and putting the small pot at home on the gas stove, Jiang Cheng glanced at the clock hanging in the hall, ten forty-five.

First put a small tea pot of rice in the rice cooker, after washing, sit in the pot and add water, cook rice, wait until eleven o'clock, turn on the gas stove, pour oil, and when the pot is hot, start to put in the chili peppers and chopped green onions, mushrooms and cut strips plus a few small greens in the field at the door of the house, pour them into the pot, add a little water and start stir-frying.

Soon the aroma of shiitake mushrooms and vegetables came from the pot, without adding any other condiments, adding a little salt to taste.

Cover with a bowl and stir-fry bamboo shoots and tomatoes and scrambled eggs in turn.

When the dish was fried, the rice soup that Jiang Cheng had cooked on the rice cooker also began to tumble, and the noodles were not added as usual, this time it was simply clear water porridge.

After everything is done, Jiang Cheng turns on the TV, and when he eats at home, Jiang Cheng's family likes to eat the food in the living room, so that they can watch TV leisurely while eating.

After everything was ready, Jiang Cheng sat in the living room and watched TV, waiting for his mother to come home.

However, to Jiang Cheng's surprise, at noon today, it was my father who went home first.

Jiang Cheng looked at his phone and realized that today was the weekend.

Jiang Cheng felt like he hadn't seen his father for a long time, Jiang Shu, a fifty-year-old middle-aged man wearing a Mao suit and carrying a cloth bag in his hand.

Father's waist is always very straight, and his hair is always short for the spirit, every time he sees his father, Jiang Cheng's original hippie smiling face and cynicism will all be reined in.

"Dad, I'm back. ”

Jiang Cheng stepped forward and took the cloth bag from his father's hand.

Jiang Cheng looked at his father, although he only had a short haircut every time, but Jiang Cheng saw that it was already gray, and his father was old.

The family said that they wanted to buy a house in the town for themselves to get married, so my parents began to save money when they were fifteen years old, and tried to reduce their expenses, I am twenty-three years old this year, eight years, and the money in the family passbook is almost 200,000.

But the houses in the town have risen by leaps and bounds to 300,000 in recent years, and the parents who could easily enjoy their old age have to work outside again.

"Well, it's back. ”

Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Shu, although he is fifty years old, has vicissitudes and wrinkles on his face, but his knife-cut face and resolute eyes have not changed since Jiang Cheng can remember.

Eki rolled up his sleeves, put the basin under the faucet, let go of the faucet, wet the wet towel, and then covered the towel on his face and wiped it.

After washing, dry the towel neatly on the lanyard,

"Hasn't your mom come back yet?"

He walked into the house, took out the glass in his cloth bag and filled his cup with boiling water, blew it, took a sip without making a sound, and then sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for his wife to come back to eat.

At 12:10 a.m., Jiang Cheng's mother came home on her bicycle, her hair was blown away by the wind, and she looked dark and thin.

My mother fetched water, hurriedly applied a handful to her face, washed her hands, dragged the towel on the rope and wiped it casually, and as soon as she entered the house, she saw Jiang Shu and Jiang Cheng both standing up and smiling at themselves.

"Come back, let's eat. ”

Jiang Cheng's father smiled and opened the plate, the dishes on the plate were still hot, Jiang Cheng wiped the bowls one by one with pancakes, and then used the three bowls to hold three bowls of soup.

Jiangcheng specially did not have early sheng, because of the taste of hot soup, people can smell the aroma of this rice more directly.

When the soup is served, it is accompanied by the aroma of the dishes on the plate.

"Old man, did you cook today?"

Mom looked at the dish and soup, the aroma was fragrant, and it made people's appetite move, and she couldn't help asking.

"No, it's my son's craft today, you can taste it. ”

After speaking, my father used chopsticks to clip a few pieces of shiitake mushrooms for my mother.

"Well, it's delicious!"

My mother put the shiitake mushrooms in her mouth and chewed them, and in an instant a fragrance almost overflowed from her mouth, and that kind of taste was not at all the taste that those cooking ingredients could hook.

It is the texture of the ingredients that gives off the beautiful aroma and taste.

"Mom, pancakes. ”

Jiang Cheng handed his mother a piece of pancakes, and his mother rolled a few pieces of pickles and dried radishes in it, and then sandwiched a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, originally thought that Jiang Cheng was just doing a good dish, but he didn't expect that the taste of scrambled eggs with tomatoes was still very delicious, and the mushrooms and vegetables were almost on the basis of restoring their original taste, and they also ate a kind of sublimation after cooking.

"It's so delicious, Ah Cheng, you can eat it. ”

Although my mother said that it was too delicious, she only ate a little bit of each dish every time, and most of it was reserved for Jiang Cheng.

"Dad, Mom, how do you feel about this dish?"

Jiang Cheng asked.

"Well, to be honest, the chef of the five-star hotel is not as good as my son. ”

Mom smiled very happily.

"The chefs of the Jingcheng Hotel and Donglaishun can't make this taste. “

Dad, who has always been strict with Jiang Cheng, did not skimp on his praise today.

Jiang Cheng of the Capital Hotel knew that it was the top restaurant in their entire Dayan country, but Jiang Cheng had never heard of this Donglai Shun.

No matter what, today's parents' affirmation of themselves is a big step towards their success.

"Dad, Mom, I grew all the food you eat. “

Jiang Cheng struck while the iron was hot and said to his mother.

"Don't laugh Ah Cheng, this is what you planted? Where did you learn to farm, besides, how long have you been in Xu City, the growth cycle of these vegetables will take at least a few months, don't tease Mom." “

Mom shook her head and began to turn on the TV to find a program to watch.

"What I'm saying is true, Mom, this is the latest variety developed by my classmates, it grows fast, tastes good, and has a high survival rate, which is very suitable for growing in a climate like ours. “

"Oh, there are not many people farming here now, and the only few remaining households are engaged in large-scale greenhouse planting, plus the subsidy of **, they can barely make money, if they farm themselves, they can't make any money at all. “

My mother has been working in the greenhouse for more than eight years, and she still has some understanding of the use of land in the rural areas of Xushi.

"Yes, Mom, because of this, this is my chance, I plan to cultivate our family's land first, and if the harvest is good, I can contract the idle land of other people in the village to engage in large-scale planting. “

Jiang Cheng told his mother about his plan.

"I disagree!"

After listening to Jiang Cheng's plan, my mother said with some excitement.