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Chapter 484: A thunderclap shook the sky

"It's snowing—" Kiki pushed the door open, and it was white outside, and the little one couldn't help but yell. The four little parrots flew out with a flutter on their shoulders, and soon flew back with their chirps, it was too cold for them to stand it.

The two black starlings chirped and taught the four little ones a lesson, and in their eyes, the little parrot was still too young and had more to learn.

Kiki put on his stuffy hands and little hat and ran outside to clear the snow. The fat old man also walked out, one old and one young, holding a broom and pulling it in the courtyard.

After a while, the fat man led the ugly clown to run back, and the fat man's brain was stained with a lot of snow foam, and it was estimated that when he was racing with the ugly ugly, he fell to the ground.

"Old man, don't freeze, hurry into the house. "The fat man picked up the big broom and pulled it with a stroke.

Kiki put down the broom, picked up a shovel, and the fat man couldn't help but praise: "Kiki is really capable." But it soon became clear that the little fellow had gone to the snowdrift with a shovel to make a snowman.

The fat old man also gave advice next to him, pulling a red pepper as his nose, two brooms on both sides as arms, buttoning a basin on the top of his head, and drawing two rows of coat buttons on his chest, and a cute snowman was made.

Qiqi stretched out his slap and high-fived the fat old man in mid-air, and said yes in his mouth. The fat old man feels much better for more than a month, his face is ruddy, and his body is also energetic, although he has not done a laboratory test, but his condition must have improved greatly, so his mood is becoming more and more cheerful, and he looks for Li Wuye and Erzi and other old men every day, and gets together to look at the small cards, and has a good time.

Xiaoyingzi didn't have to take care of her grandfather, but the fat man saw that she was idle all day and uncomfortable, so he asked Ye Ying to lead her outside to contact business, engage in market research or something, and she didn't have much home these days.

When the fat man finished sweeping the yard, Clumsy and Dudu came out, looking for a place to solve the inventory in the stomach first, and the ugly and ugly lay motionless in front of the snowman, and when Qiqi came into the house to warm his hands, this guy stood up and took off the snowman's "hat", which was its rice bowl, no wonder he was worried.

The hairy old brother came out for a walk, and then shrunk his head and ran back to the house, for them, the temperature was relatively low.

The fat man looked at the appearance of their monkey heads and monkey brains, and couldn't help laughing, and suddenly remembered a stubble, and muttered in his mouth: "Why don't they give birth to cubs, it's been several years?"

"These are all female monkeys, so it's strange that they can give birth. The fat old man slapped the snowflakes on his body, and said happily that he was now wearing a pair of big cotton shoes on his feet, leggings, a sheepskin jacket on his body, and a dogskin hat on his head, exactly like the old man in the countryside, probably assimilated.

The fat man scratched his head, and made a few hehes in his mouth, this guy is really heartless, and he hasn't studied it, whether they are male or female.

"When the spring of the next year begins, I have to find a few companions for them, and this matter is just right for the monkey tricksters. The fat man muttered, and then went into the house to wash his face.

The stove in the center of the room was burning, and although there was no pine tower this year, there was a wooden mixture. Mao Mao held a round potato in one hand and threw it into the ash pond under the stove. The temperature of the baked potatoes is just right, and after they are cooked, the skin of the potatoes is peeled off, and the potatoes inside are sandy, and the bite is fragrant, which is better than the roasted sweet potato.

In addition, you can also cook potato chips on the stove lid, but this is more technical, so they can only be simple and affordable.

There was a small pot on the stove, and porridge had already begun to boil in it, and the aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of toad oil diffused the whole room.

This month, it has entered the "cat winter" season, and people who have been tired for most of the year can finally breathe a sigh of relief, sit on the hot kang and smoke easily, relax their bodies, and prepare to continue to fight next year.

Fat people appreciate this kind of life very much: one by one, there is a degree of relaxation, just like an elastic band, if it is always stretched, it is easy to have problems.

And in the winter months, it is also the happiest time for fat people, one is more leisurely, and the other is one after another, everyone is going to kill the New Year pig, and eat it for more than a month, can you not be happy?

Sure enough, the day after the snow fell, Captain Li's family was the first to start using the knife. Last autumn, he caught two fat pigs, and Zhang Laohan slaughtered one when he was doing business, which has grown to 300 catties, and the pork every other year tastes the most fragrant because of the long growth cycle.

With the several miserable cries of the big fat pig, it was officially announced that the pig killing activity kicked off, and the fat man naturally followed the busy work before and after running, especially in the process of catching the pig, and made great contributions, and this pork ate with peace of mind.

Wang Sanpao joked with the fat man while unloading the pig's head: "Fatty, you have eaten other people's houses, why haven't you seen your family kill New Year's pigs?"

"Our family specializes in killing wild boars. The fat man replied with a smile, but now he is reluctant to kill anything, and those wild boars are really angry, and they have increased the company's income by more than 2,000 yuan this year, and there will be more and more in the future.

Although in winter, you have to waste some feed, but the biggest advantage of these guys is that they are not picky eaters, and the cabbage, bong, potato skin, etc., are their delicacies.

When it was time to eat pork in the afternoon, the fat old man was also invited, this kind of formation, he was really a little unfamiliar, but eating tender and hot blood sausages and chewing sauerkraut, the old man even forgot that he was still a sick person.

The fat man came home drunk and dizzy, went to the kang, picked up the newspaper and flipped through it casually. Maomao came over and was quickly pulled away by Qiqi: "Be careful of Uncle Fat's nerves." ”

Mao Mao also vaguely recalled that the last time the fat man read the newspaper, he found out about the crackdown, and he screamed, almost scaring it out, so he obediently jumped to the ground and played with Stupid.

Clumsy and four-legged, Mao Mao lay on its belly, small paws pulled back and forth in its thick black hair, at this time, the kang really remembered the earth-shattering howl of the fat man.

"Haha, it's finally begun—"

Qiqi raised his head, glanced at the fat man, and there was a look in his eyes that was really like this, and then lowered his head and continued to write his homework. She has long been accustomed to the babbling characteristics of the fat uncle.

The fat man shook the newspaper in his hand, and danced happily: "Oops, I'm finally looking forward to this day, hahaha-"

Boom, a pit collapsed on the kang surface, apparently the surface of the billet was crushed by the fat man.

"Big brother, what's wrong?" Pigtails heard movement and peeked in through the outhouse.

The fat man jumped to the ground, ran over barefoot, and unfolded the newspaper: "Look at this—"

The big braid glanced at the title while wiping his hands on the apron, and then also smiled brightly, hugged the fat man's shoulders, and the two of them jumped and jumped.

The fat old man was lying on the kang, and he was also noisy by the fat man: "What's the matter, so happy, what's the good news in the newspaper?"

The two didn't listen at all, and they screamed in their mouths. Suddenly, two more black guys came up and followed them.

Of course, Clumsy and Dudu don't know why the two owners of the house are so happy, they are just jumping around. However, as soon as these two big men were disturbed, the fat man and the big braid stopped.

"What's a good thing, it can't be that you two have a baby, right?" Qiqi mysteriously brought the little brain melon over.

The big pigtail blushed on his face, and the fat man flicked it lightly on Qiqi's brain: "The central government's policy of contracting barren mountains has come down!"

"Wow——, this is a great event!" Qiqi also began to slap his palm, she and the pigtails knew the fat man's mind best, and sometimes they talked in their dreams at night, and listened to him talk about the mountain.

Only the fat old man in the house was relatively calm: "Contracting the barren mountain, do you want to contract the big green mountain?"

"Of course, only by contracting Daqingshan can we better protect and utilize it. The fat man said happily.

The fat old man looked at the fat man carefully, and thought in his heart: The fat man is really special, and the first thing he thought of was to protect the mountain, not to make money from the mountain.

How did he know that the principle of the fat man is: only if it is protected, can it continue to develop, and the days of making money are ahead.

The fat old man pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked: "The contracting fee must be a lot, I think it's not bad now, your village can also use the resources on the mountain casually, and you don't have to spend any cost, isn't it a bit redundant to engage in contracting?"

"That can't be said to say, we are now like tenants who rent other people's land, if the higher authorities have a policy, or if Daqingshan is contracted by others, we will definitely not be able to do this, go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, pick wild fruits, and even don't think about moving a single grass or tree; only when the contract is in our hands, everyone becomes the real owner of this land, can we throw off our arms and do a great job." ”

The fat old man was also happy: "Fat man, your appetite is really not small, it turns out that you are quite a mountain king, and when I return to Beijing after the New Year, I will help you ask about it." ”

"That's a good idea. When the fat man saw that the fat old man took the initiative to take on this task, his heart suddenly blossomed. Although they are retired, after all, they are direct figures to the sky, plus Lin Lao and Zhang Liang, the certainty of this matter is estimated to be quite large.

In fact, the fat old man also has his own thoughts: after coming here, he is physically and mentally healthy, and he is even more grateful to this mountain and the simple villagers in the village.

But he didn't take the money for the fat man, he felt uncomfortable eating and drinking for nothing, and he really wanted to do something for everyone, and since this matter was the top priority of the backer, of course he was ready to contribute.

made up his mind, so he coughed: "Fatty, don't be busy and happy first, shouldn't you repair the kang noodles first." ”

The fat man grinned and scratched the back of his head, hurriedly went outside and brought in a piece of adobe, took the clay board, replaced the two sections of adobe, and then collected the mud pieces around him, and found some wheat and caviar to mix inside, poured some boiling water and mud, and finally smoothed the face of the kang.

"Fat uncle, when you read the newspaper in the future, remember to sit on a stool and read it, otherwise it will be troublesome to always repair the kang face. Kiki kindly reminded Uncle Fat.

The fat man said twice: "I'm not afraid of falling apart on the stool." ”

After finishing his work, the fat man studied the newspaper again, and then muttered in his mouth: "Why hasn't Ye Yatou come back yet, I have to ask her, how much money we still have on our books." ”