On the fifth day of the new year, Chen Mingliang and Ren Jing returned to Beijing.

When I went to the capital, I first went to pay a New Year's greeting to my master, and showed him the inscription he took in Yutai, but I didn't expect Lao Cao to move his mind and have to take a look for himself.

On the sixth day of junior high school, Ren Jing had something to do, she went to visit Sister Hua, and Chen Mingliang went to find Teacher Cao by herself.

Mr. Cao lives in his own courtyard, which is incomparable in size with Chen Mingming's, but it is full of life.

As a man of culture, you can't imagine how elegant his courtyard is, so elegant that his friends don't take the initiative to come to his house for a party.

The flowers and plants planted in other people's yards are full of vegetables in his yard.

When Chen Mingliang came, Lao Cao was tending to his cucumbers in his vegetable greenhouse.

It is said to be a greenhouse, only half a person high, supported by a large bend of bamboo, covered with a film, and people can only bend over to walk, or kneel on the ground to climb.

There are three greenhouses, and the fresh vegetables for the New Year are all grown by themselves, and the harvest is good.

Lao Cao didn't know where to get a large basket of cow dung, which was completely dry, broken into small pieces by hand, and buried little by little in the roots of the plant with a small shovel.

It's a cold day, and I'm covered in sweat. Coming out of the greenhouse, his body was steaming like a bun that had just come out of the cage.

Don't catch a cold.

"Teacher, you too, you are at this age, you still grow your own vegetables, just go to the vegetable market to buy some, they are all from Shouguang, fresh." Chen Mingliang did not forget to maintain the vegetable base in his hometown.

Lao Cao smiled, "The things bought outside are all soaked out of pesticides, or you can plant them yourself, I don't fight pesticides at all, I catch the insects one by one, don't look at so many vegetable fields, the insects are not enough for the birds I raise." ”

If you don't have anything to eat, you can eat that disgusting parrot.

"It's still worth your life, if I have spare time, I also want to get a vegetable patch"

"That relationship is good, the two of us are farming together, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan, yearning for rural life!"

is really hypocritical, Xiao Chen doesn't yearn for it at all.

The teacher handed over a small cucumber, which had not been washed yet. He took one of his own, put it in his mouth and ate it, "Well, crispy!" ”

Chen Mingliang took the cucumber and looked at the material in the teacher's hand, which was obviously undigested by the cow, and hesitated. In the end, taking advantage of the teacher's inattention, he wiped the cucumber on himself, removed the scum, and ate it with him.

It really doesn't stink, it's really crispy to eat, and the fresh and tender cucumber is numb to the tongue when you eat it.

Chen Mingliang really wants to build a breeding base by himself, and now there are a lot of hormones, and Chen Mingliang doesn't dare to eat many dishes.

"Don't go back later, you have dinner here today, oh, by the way, my friend brought me a beach sheep from Wu Zhong, the year is over, we won't kill it, and we still raise it, will you?" Mr. Cao is waiting for him here.

"It's easy, I can kill it." Chen Mingliang is eager to try.

"Then I'll call my friends and eat mutton together at noon."

I heard that I ate the freshest Ningxia mutton, and after a while, Mr. Cao's friends came, seven or eight of them, and Lao Jin was naturally indispensable among these people.

"Little brother, you're back, I still have new tea waiting for you to come over and taste, it's the new tea in my calligraphy and painting museum, you don't need to go out to drink." As soon as I heard Lao Cao say that someone killed a sheep, I knew it was you, and my cousin also talked to you every day. He was scolded by his wife for half a year before, and now he has turned over to be a man again. He didn't cook during the Chinese New Year, it was all the work of his brother and daughter-in-law. Lao Jin was very happy to see Chen Mingming.

Don't look at the middle-aged people in their forties and fifties, but the heart of play is still very heavy.

I heard that there was fresh mutton, and someone even brought a barbecue grill, and someone even brought a rotary oven, and he also suggested whether to make a roast whole lamb.

"Roast your sister's whole lamb, it's a pity to eat such a good lamb, at most give you a leg of mutton to practice." Roasted and eaten, Lao Jin was strongly opposed.

One person kills a sheep, and seven or eight people watch.

Tan sheep are not big, and the wool sheepskin is very good, and it is a high-quality fur.

This sheep is very beautiful, with white hair and black circles, and the living conditions after entering Beijing are not bad. I lived in a heated room, ate hanging lettuce leaves, and shook my head while eating, not feeling like I was going to enter the stomachs of these people.

Chen Mingliang pulled the leg of mutton and weighed it up and down, "Eighty or ninety catties, it looks pretty good, and it can produce fifty catties of meat." ”

"This is the professional model!" Lao Jin began to drool, and the others praised it in the back.

A kang table was carried outside and used as a slaughtering board.

It's so extravagant, this is Huanghuali's table!

At Chen Mingming's request, someone brought a basin and mixed some warm water with salt.

Someone held down the hind leg of the sheep, Chen Mingliang stepped on the front leg of the sheep with one foot, pulled the head of the sheep with one hand, found the right position, and stabbed it through with a knife.

"Poof," blood flowed down the tip of the knife into the basin, and the sheep kicked a few times and then did not move.

It's exciting!.

It's these few seconds that are enjoyable to watch.

Peeling is very simple, blow on it, and then you can use your hands.

Soon, a sheep was cleaned up except for the sheep's head, and the others had been neatly cleaned up.

This is nothing to do with Chen Mingming.

Someone went to clean the sheep intestines and tripe, and they were not too dirty, so they asked Chen Mingliang for advice, took a mouthful of water in his mouth, and then pulled the sheep intestines and blew out the sheep dung like a balloon.

After washing it semi-clean, it is then connected to the faucet and flushed.

It's a lot of fun to work together. No one thinks Chen Mingliang is young, and when he looks at him, he always feels that he is three or five years younger than himself.

Lunch was really hearty. Lamb shank, kebabs are just a side to the meal; Haggis soup, hand-held mutton, everyone who eats it is full of oil, especially the mutton is dipped in leek flowers, which is called a delicacy.

After eating and drinking, a group of people returned to their literary quality and politeness, and everyone began to dance and write again, talking about the past and the present. It seems that they were not the ones who saw the sheep killing with burning eyes just now.

Many men can cook, and their skills are actually good. Men don't cook, it really doesn't mean they can't, it can only be said that they are lazy, or they have no status at home.

Kim Jong-jong is a typical example. When I was a leader in a state-owned enterprise, my wife was a civil servant of the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau, just an ordinary worker, and the kind that guarded the counter was slightly better than the bank counter.

Comrade Jin is arrogant, and every day his wife dresses him up well before he goes out, and his wife uses a shoehorn to carry the leather shoes.

Comrade Jin was laid off, and in just half a year, Lao Jin, who did not touch the spring water with his fingers, became a little expert in cooking. I also learned a new skill behind my ear, and I don't feel embarrassed when my wife scolds me no matter how ugly it is.

Now, Mr. Jin has become the CEO of the company in charge of hundreds of millions, and he immediately turned over and became the owner. Especially after eating Jiang Lin's ripe apple, life has been sublimated, mother-in-law, don't lean over again, I'm disgusted with your old face.

Life is impermanent.

Lao Jin still has something waiting to report to Chen Mingming, and he can't wait.