Liu Sanmu's somewhat obscene eyes couldn't stop looking towards the basket Fang Xiaoyue was carrying.

"So I pulled out some thatch and found some firewood, but there was not enough firewood at home."

Fang Xiaoyue said very relaxedly, and did not hide anything, but after a moment, he hit Liu Sanmu with his idea: "Uncle Sanmu, I can't open the pot at home, can you lend me some food?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Liu Sanmu retracted his leaning body, as if he was deaf, and led the buffalo away, muttering in his mouth: "Where are you going to graze the cattle today?" ”

Well, although he felt a little speechless about Liu Sanmu's appearance, Fang Xiaoyue also knew that in these years, there were too few people who were willing to borrow grain.

Most people's food is not enough to eat, not to mention that Liu Sanmu has always been the master who only enters but does not leave, so it is even more impossible to agree to lend him food.

Of course, Fang Xiaoyue said that just to dispel Liu Sanmu's inquiry, and it didn't matter if he could borrow grain.

Back at the hut, I looked at the water tank, which was filled yesterday and didn't use much.

Fang Xiaoyue peeled off the mouse's skin, washed it slightly, and put it in a cool place to prepare for drying.

Although it is said that the tail is cut, in fact, the supply and marketing cooperatives in the town will buy these leather goods, as long as they are not known by the people in the village.

Mountain rat meat, Fang Xiaoyue didn't plan to take it to Zhang Daniu's house, this thing is too conspicuous, once cooked, the aroma that wafts out can't be stopped at all.

At that point, the trouble is big.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoyue quickly cleaned up the mountain rat, then went to the pond to find a lotus leaf, stuffed various spices into the stomach of the mountain rat, wrapped it in a lotus leaf, coated it with a layer of mud on the outside, and sent it to the stove to roast it slowly over a dark fire.

When the layer of mud dried, cracked slightly, and revealed a trace of the flavor of meat, Fang Xiaoyue knew that the meat was cooked.

Take out the mud ball, crush it, peel off the lotus leaf, and the smell of meat will come to your nose.

Fang Xiaoyue looked around, and for the sake of safety, she still closed the door of the grass hut and hid in it alone to eat.

Although there is no salt in this meat, only some wild seasonings, it is already a rare and extremely delicious for Fang Xiaoyue, who has the memory of Zhang Fugui.

Huhu ate all the meat and licked the meat foam and oil on his fingers, only then did he remember that he had eaten too fast and forgot to leave a little for Zhang Daniu's family.

Of course, three or four catties of rat meat actually shrank after being roasted.

But it also made him eat happily, and a strong sense of happiness was born in his heart.

"Rich! Rich! Are you there? ”

Just when Fang Xiaoyue buried the bones and lotus leaves, and was lying on the bed reminiscing about the delicious rat meat, he heard the voice of Zhang Daniu outside the grass house.

"Uncle! I'm here! ”

Fang Xiaoyue heard the voice and hurriedly greeted her.

Out of the thatched hut, he saw Zhang Daniu standing outside with Zhao Xiangdong, the accountant and scorekeeper of the brigade, and Liu Sanmu leading the ox cart next to him.

Zhao Xiangdong looked a little thin, wore a pair of black-framed glasses, and had a rare fountain pen in Forsythia Village in his jacket pocket, in order to show his identity as a cultural person.

Of course, in fact, Zhao Xiangdong, an accountant, just graduated from primary school.

Therefore, after the arrival of those educated youths, he felt very uncomfortable, and often said in front of Zhang Daniu that those educated youths could not endure hardships.

Although he is not too bad-hearted, it has also affected Zhang Daniu to some extent.

Seeing that Liu Sanmu was also there, Fang Xiaoyue licked her lips subconsciously, worried that she didn't clean it and would be smelled, and even regretted that she didn't pull a few pieces of mint to clean her mouth.

"Fugui, today the brigade will go to the town to repair farm tools in a unified manner, and you will count 5 points for you!"

When Zhang Daniu saw Fang Xiaoyue come out, he shouted at the top of his voice, not caring that taking care of Fang Xiaoyue would cause dissatisfaction among the other villagers.

You know, 5 hours is not less.

During the busy farming season, an adult man can only do 10 jobs a day.

Follow to the town like this, help move the farm tools, you can't do it for half a day, just 5 points, besides, you can also take an ox cart to the town for free to play, and there are more villagers who want to go.

Fortunately, Zhang Daniu, the captain, has some prestige, otherwise, even if Zhang Fugui is an orphan, and the brigade takes care of him like this, many narrow-minded villagers may directly oppose it.

Fang Xiaoyue was overjoyed, he was thinking about how to show his skills more reasonably, but he didn't expect Zhang Daniu to hand over a pillow.

He immediately sorted out a plan in his mind, and of course, how to implement it had to be improvised.

"Uncle, I'll go!"

Fang Xiaoyue hurriedly responded to the matter.

Several people went to the village committee together and loaded the various farm tools piled up together on the ox cart, and then Liu Sanmu drove the ox cart to the front, while Zhang Daniu and others took turns to sit on the ox cart and rush to the town.

Forsythia Village, also known as the Eighth Brigade, is under the jurisdiction of Materia Medica.

Materia Medica Town has long been a well-known gathering place for herbal medicines, where all kinds of medicine merchants gather.

It's just that the impact of the war in the back made the town of Materia Medica decline.

But even so, you can still see the former glory of Materia Medica.

For example, as soon as she entered Materia Medica Town, Fang Xiaoyue saw several herbal medicine shops lined up.

Notices of long-term purchase of herbs are hung outside these herb shops.

Fang Xiaoyue flipped through Zhang Fugui's memories and found that the villagers picked herbs to sell here, and they needed to be organized by the brigade.

It's just that the medicinal skills of the villagers of Forsythia Village have been broken due to the war, and even if they pick herbs, they can only choose some herbs they know, such as forsythia, half-branch lotus, honeysuckle vine and so on.

Speaking of these herbs, the value is not high, coupled with the drought and flooding in the past few years, Forsythia Village does not have the slightest intention to work on it.

Fang Xiaoyue could only shake his head, if there were precious herbs such as ginseng in Dalong Mountain, he could try to work hard in this direction, but looking through Zhang Fugui's memory, he couldn't find this kind of record.

Dalongshan may not be suitable for the growth of precious herbs, right?

Walk through the main street that runs through Bencao Town, turn a corner, and you will arrive at the Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

However, they did not enter the supply and marketing cooperative, but went around to a small alley behind the supply and marketing cooperative.

At the end of the small alley, there is a sign: the maintenance point of the supply and marketing cooperatives in Bencao Town, and the sound of banging and banging is heard from time to time.

Zhang Daniu took the lead and knocked on the hidden wooden door.

Soon the wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man with half-gray hair probed out, and when he saw Zhang Daniu, he couldn't help laughing: "Yo, it's Brother Da Niu, what kind of wind blew you over today?" ”

"What wind? Passing the hall! ”

Zhang Daniu replied angrily: "I said that the quality of your supply and marketing cooperative's farm tools is getting worse and worse now, how long have you bought these hoes, sickles, and axes, and there will be a gap." ”

Well, actually, things are not as exaggerated as Zhang Daniu said.

It's been half a year since I bought those farm tools.

But there are real problems.

It's not surprising that in this small plane, there isn't much good steel to build farm tools.

The iron used to make agricultural tools is actually made in a small blast furnace, and in many cases it is much worse than the strip steel.

The half-white middle-aged man also knew this, so he smiled a little embarrassedly on his face, and said while letting Zhang Daniu in: "Isn't our supply and marketing cooperatives guaranteed for one year?" The supply and marketing cooperatives in Longwan Town next door don't care about going out. ”

Maybe because of the good relationship, Zhang Daniu immediately wanted to go back.

Longwan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperatives don't care about going out, but the warranty of your Herb Town Supply and Marketing Cooperatives also costs money!!

Of course, he won't say anything to let the other party carry forward his style without charging money, after all, the two have a good relationship, although the price of this farm tool repair cannot be reduced, but the quantity can be operated.

At this time, the other party has already taken a big risk.

Fang Xiaoyue and the others saw Zhang Daniu enter the repair point, and hurriedly carried the farm tools on the ox cart one by one.

It's a hodgepodge inside the repair shop.

There are large furnaces for blacksmiths, hammers, etc., and saws, chisels, etc., for carpenters.

In short, these things can almost repair most of the farm tools sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives.

However, there are not many people in the repair shop.

The half-white middle-aged man's name was Huang Laoqi, a blacksmith, and he was also the person in charge of this repair point.

When he took off his clothes and took out some red-hot iron tools from the furnace and beat them bare-chested, the strong muscles made Fang Xiaoyue a little greedy when he saw it.

The other is Cheng Dashui, a carpenter, an old man who looks to be in his fifties.

There was less work in this big water, and the people were quieter, sitting on a small bench, smoking dry tobacco without saying a word.

"Lao Cheng, it's time to start!"

Huang Laoqi greeted Cheng Dashui, and threw a few selected hoe blades into the furnace, pulled the bellows, and burned violently.

Cheng Dashui took a few puffs, sprayed two columns of smoke from his nostrils, knocked the dry tobacco stick on the soles of his feet, and got up and went directly to the yard.

A broken pedal thresher in Forsythia Village is placed there.

This pedal thresher is made of wood and is the most advanced rice threshing machine in Forsythia Village.

Before there was no such threshing machine, the villagers of Forsythia Village could only thresh the rice with their hands and throw it on the edge of the wooden barrel, which consumed both time and labor.

Since the purchase of five foot threshers, threshing rice in Forsythia Village has become much easier.

One person can operate it, constantly pressing the pedal with one foot, and holding the rice ear into the mouth with both hands, and then the rice can be threshed.

Therefore, Zhang Daniu attaches great importance to this broken pedal thresher.

If it weren't for the breakdown of this pedal threshing machine, it wouldn't have been a trip to town.

After all, those broken hoes, sickles and other farm tools can barely be used if they are re-sharpened by themselves, and they really can't be used, so they were brought over to repair this time.

In Fang Xiaoyue's eyes, the pedal thresher was obviously very backward, and its attraction was not as attractive as the furnace with a roaring flame.