Wen Xu's little days are now more and more comfortable, and there is only one thing left to worry about now, that is, waiting for the vegetables in the greenhouse to be cooked, and after the official release, you can let go of your hands and enjoy your life, it can be said that more than half of Wen Xu's life goals are about to be achieved, and it is still close at hand, and it can be achieved immediately. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As the village director of Wenjia Village, Director Shi himself feels that the burden on his shoulders is still very heavy, and he bears the responsibility of more than 200 people in 100 villages to be well-off.

As a young man with retribution and ideals, Shi Shangzhen is by no means comparable to a decadent young man like Wen Xu.

Let's put it this way, Shi Shangzhen is the kind of graduate student who is proud of my alma mater today and proud of my alma mater tomorrow, and Wen Xu is the kind of student: I am sorry, I finally graduated, such a student.

Why is it that such an idealistic person and a person with ideas cannot get the cooperation of the villagers? This is the biggest problem that the division director has encountered in the past week since he took office.

Regarding Wenjia Village, Shi Shangzhen actually had enough understanding at the beginning of his tenure and built a very beautiful blueprint for Wenjia Village.

In the planning of the division director, the entire Wenjia Village should develop a rural economy led by tourism, plant rape flowers on the vacant land, and build some homestays, and then a group of citizens who are a little stupid in the city will come to travel like a swarm, not only to travel, but also to bring some local specialties back, the more the director of the division thinks about it, the more beautiful it is, and the more he thinks about it, the more feasible it becomes! In the heart of the division director, this is the broad road of Wenjia Village to a well-off life, and it is the only choice!

According to the idea of the division director, as soon as he arrived in Wenjia Village, although the villagers would not be able to use gongs and drums and firecrackers, they should at least take out some pot pulp to support their basket with the strength of the king's master, who knew that no one in the entire village was optimistic about their plans.

Of course, whenever the division director and the villagers publicized their plans, the villagers always nodded their heads in front of them, but in a blink of an eye, the villagers did their own thing, and no one thought about the division director's blueprint, let alone shouted for the basket map, which made the young division director very hurt!

What's even more hurtful is that he sprayed saliva for a few days and scolded Chief Fang, which is not as great as the impact of Wen Xu's greenhouse planting seedlings, and the whole village is as lively as the New Year.

Since listening to this Wen Xu talk about his plan that day, Shi Shang Allah Ren has been a little suspicious, and now he believes even more that this young man named Wen Xu is definitely trying to cheat agricultural funds, as for the reaction of the villagers In Shi Shangzhen's opinion, the simple villagers were blinded by family affection, and Wen Xu's performance as a liar for a while.

In order to expose Wen Xu's 'painted skin' and erect his 'prestige' for the purpose of killing chickens and monkeys, the division director burned his first fire to Wen Xu.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Xu, who had slept until he woke up naturally, got up, washed up and began to prepare his own dinner.

Calmly killed a chicken, removed the hair, removed the internal organs, added some spices, put it on a small wood stove and boiled it over high heat, and then slowly boiled it over low heat.

There was chicken stewed on the pot, Wen Xu began to clean the chicken offal, put on plastic gloves, sat under the old jujube tree in the small courtyard, carefully simmered, and even took care of the chicken intestines carefully. Then I put aside the chicken intestines or something I don't like to eat, and put my favorite chicken liver, chicken heart, etc. into a small bowl, and put it on the pot table for use at night.

After slowly finishing these things, it has been more than an hour, and the time has pointed to more than four o'clock and half to five o'clock.

The table in the hall was moved to the courtyard, and a special panel measuring 1 meter and 2 square was placed on the table, and Wen Xu beat ten eggs, and separated the egg whites and yolks into two small bowls.

Just as I was about to take the next step, I heard a knock at the door of the courtyard.

"Who's not closed, come in!"

As the courtyard door creaked open, Shishang Allah pushed the door with a smile on his face and walked in: "Yo, what is this for, such a big formation!"

"Dinner!" Wen Xu said, scooping flour into the basin.

When Shi Shangzhen heard Wen Xu talk about dinner, he subconsciously paused for a moment, and then asked, "You want to have a treat?"

"No, I'm alone, if you don't dislike it, stay and eat together at night?" Wen Xu is very hospitable, for him to be a person anyway, and adding one more person is just a matter of adding half a bowl of noodles.

Shi Shangzhen asked again: "If you are alone in such a big formation, what are you going to eat at night?

"No, I'm going to eat hand-rolled noodles in the evening," Wen Xu said with a smile.

While talking to Shi Shangzhen, he continued to add water to the basin, stretching out his hand in the face while adding, the movements and techniques were quite good, not the style of a master, but definitely a journeyman.

"Then I'll bother" Shi Shangzhen thought about it with the intention of exposing Wen Xu's painting, if he wanted to expose him, he had to know him better, and immediately agreed when he heard Wen Xu having dinner at home.

The reason why Shi Shangzhen agreed so quickly is that the place where she used to eat in the village was really not to her liking, and she originally said that she ate it at Wen Shiqing's house, but the people in the village ate some coarse tea and light rice, even if it was a small stir-fry, the taste was not what Shi Shangzhen was used to eating by a girl in the city.

After eating for a few days, Shi Shangzhen had the idea of firing with herself, and it happened that this time she brought the stove or something with the Grand Cherokee, but she was lazy alone, although she was alive and well, but now she had eaten instant noodles for a whole day and a half, and now she heard that someone was cooking, and it seemed that there was still a decent one, how could she not be happy? As for the rest, it was just an excuse.

Hearing Shi Shangzhen say this, Wen Xu put a small bowl of flour in the basin again, and then looked at the noodles that were almost the same, poured the egg whites in the bowl into the basin, and began to pick up in the basin, as Wen Xu stirred the dough, there was less and less flour left on the bottom of the basin around the basin, after about ten minutes of preparation, the whole basin was smooth and smooth as if it had been washed, and the hands that were originally stained with flour became clean.

"That's good!" Shi Shangzhen saw that Wen Xu was very focused during the whole process, and the final result was also very surprising, he really didn't expect a man in his twenties to be so focused on harmony.

"Nothing?" Wen Xu looked up with a smile and threw the dough on the panel, making a snapping sound, "Will you light the fire?"

"What?" Shi Shangzhen asked.

Wen Xu said again: "Burning the fire? Is it to burn the earthen stove at home? Will it, if you can, go to the fire, if not, I will teach you, you can't come to eat without any effort, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Shi Shangzhen said immediately. If a few days ago, Shi Shangzhen wouldn't have burned an earthen stove, this thing looks simple, but if it doesn't burn well, it's either not burning, or the smoke doesn't make a fire, and Shi Shangzhen lost face for the first time.

"There is hay on the other side of the courtyard wall, and when the fire is lit, add some small branches, and then add firewood!" Wen Xu said a word and motioned for Shi Shangzhen to follow him into the house, and told her about the firewood from the pot door of his house.

Shi Shangzhen looked at the door of the pot stove in the warm kitchen, and couldn't help but praise: "It's so clean!"

Generally speaking, the fire of the earthen stove, and the side of the pot door of the local dialect are a little messy, but the warm and warm here is very refreshing, there are more than 30 centimeters of long tree poles on the side of the wall, and the size of the split is about the same, the base is more than one meter high, leaning on the back of the small fire bench are some neatly placed small pine branches, and the whole pot door is clean except for these on the ground.

"It's clean and comfortable," Wen Xu said, holding the end of the straw in his hand together, and the match lit the straw and sent it into the pot.

"It's okay, I can do it now," Shi Shangzhen sat down on the small bench and immediately picked up the fire fork leaning against the door of the stove.

"Okay, then you can light the fire, I'll put some water and let it boil, and I'll be," Wen Xu finished scooping a few large scoops of water from the water tank at home into a small pot and covering it with a wooden lid. In the end, I was a little worried, I stood on the edge of the stove and watched for a while, and saw that Shi Shangzhen really knew how to cook the pot, so I left the kitchen and continued to make my own noodles.

The firewood in Wen Xu's house is all whole, it is very good to burn it, and there is no problem if you don't block the bottom of the stove, and it will be fine soon, Shi Shang sat upright for a while, and then stood at the door of the kitchen and watched Wen Xu busy.

At this time, Wen Xu was rolling the dough, the rolling was very fine, boxy, if there was a side that was not very even, Wen Xu would stop and use his hand rolling pin to carefully repair it, until this piece was as uniform as the other noodles, and almost thick.

The dough was rolled out so carefully, and it was very focused, which made Shi Shangzhen think that this person was not a little mentally ill.

"As for you, you're about to take a ruler to measure the dough, by the way, you won't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right" Shi Shangzhen couldn't stand it anymore, and stood at the door of the kitchen with his arms crossed and said to Wen Xu in the courtyard.

Wen Xu didn't mind, smiled and continued to roll out his dough: "The thickness is different, some are not ripe in the water, and some are cooked!"

"Then how about boiling it for a while?" Shi Shangzhen asked again.

Wen Xu shook his head and said, "The taste of the noodles is different, and the tendons are a little worse."

"So what?" Shi Shangzhen asked.

"It's very simple, it's a little farther away from a bowl of delicious noodles," Wen Xu said as he nodded, looking satisfied with the thickness of the dough now, he gently stretched out his hand and folded the entire dough one by one according to the S-shape, and the cross-section formed an almost perfect equilateral trapezoid.

"Let's be honest, how long have you been preparing this dinner?" Shi Shangzhen asked looking at Wen Xu's focused appearance.

Wen Xu looked up at the phone he was putting aside: "It's been about two and a half hours!"

"Two and a half hours just to eat a bowl of noodles?" Shi Shangzhen felt that this person was too inefficient, and now the noodles had not yet taken shape in two and a half hours, and it was estimated that it would take three hours to eat them in his mouth.

"Then what is the efficiency of using it for two hours?" Wen Xu asked rhetorically, then picked up the knife on the table and began to block the middle of the dough ladder, and then put the two dough ladders together, and began to press the knife with one hand and the other hand, using the tip of the knife as the fulcrum, and went down towards the dough ladder.

Click!

With the crisp and rhythmic sound of the blade and the panel, the almost uniform thickness of the hand-rolled noodles appeared on the panel, when all the noodles were cut, Wen Xu grabbed some flour in his hand and gently lifted it on the panel, then picked up the noodles and gently copied them, put them in his hand and shook them on the panel, so that soon the noodles of almost the same length became straight noodles lined up on the panel.

Shi Shangzhen shook his head when he saw it: "Eating your bowl of noodles is really hard work!"

"In addition to death, that is, eating, drinking, Lazar and sleeping is a major event, this food is still in the first place, and it is not a waste of time to spend on this," Wen Xu said with a smile.

"You're not wasting your time?" Shi Shangzhen pouted.

"Not for me, it seems to you that I am making noodles, but in my opinion I am not just making a bowl of noodles, I am also learning to enjoy my life" Wen Xu smiled and clapped his hands, patting some of the flour off his hands.

"Alright!" Wen Xu moved the panel to the kitchen with the noodles on it. At this time, the water was boiling, and Wen Xu copied all the noodles on the panel, put them in the water, and then covered the pot, waiting for the water to boil again, and lifted the lid.

"Perfect!"