Boss Zhao went home with a hoe on his shoulder, and smelled the smell of meat at the door of his house.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and muttered in a low voice: "It's not a year, why is she so generous today?" ”

Zhao Junjie, who was also carrying a hoe and was listless, instantly danced with his eyebrows: "It must be my second sister who came back and brought delicious food." ”

Although he is only sixteen years old this year, he is still the only son of Boss Zhao, but when he comes home from school holidays, he still has to work in the fields with his father.

The father and son walked in together, and He Xiaoling happened to come out, and when she saw their father and son, she looked disgusted: "Look at what you are wearing, go wash it and change into clean clothes." ”

Both father and son looked down at themselves.

Working in the fields, of course, wearing patched, washed and faded army-green trousers, now holding up their trouser legs, and wearing dirty liberation shoes.

But isn't that normal?

Boss Zhao stiffened his neck: "What's wrong with me wearing this?" Not to mention that Fei Fei is back, even if the son-in-law is back, even if the new son-in-law comes to the door, I won't change my clothes. ”

"Hey, it's Xiao Hong and Xiao Fang who came with their uncle's daughter." She glanced up and down at her man and son: "You are also their uncle, we can't be too inferior, right?" ”

After speaking, he went to the room first: "I also have to change my clothes, by the way, in addition to Xiao Hong, her lobby sister, the son of the director of the towel factory and his cousin who is a public security officer are also here." ”

Boss Zhao took a deep breath, put the hoe to the side, and changed his words in a good way: "Then I have to change my outfit, you take out the gray pants I made last year, and find out the new old shirt that Tingting bought for me last time." ”

Zhao Junjie sighed, and could only go back to the room to pull the wooden box and tidy himself up.

When Xiao Hong and the others came back, Grandpa Zhao and Third Uncle Zhao had already arrived, and Uncle Zhao and his son, plus Xiao Hong and the five of them, simply took out the newly bought round table, and ten people could just sit down.

Grandpa Zhao cherished words like gold as always, and only nodded when the junior called him.

Uncle Zhao San's legs and feet are inconvenient, I don't know if he is inferior or unaccustomed, and he doesn't like to talk.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhao and his wife love to talk, but they are not cold.

After everyone greeted each other, Uncle Zhao smiled and beckoned everyone to move their chopsticks.

Duck stewed with dried bamboo shoots, braised small miscellaneous fish, plus braised chicken, braised pig's head meat, and braised pork brought by Xiao Hong, it is definitely very hearty.

There are also fried locust flowers with eggs, fried loofah flowers, as well as cold cabbage, home-pickled sake lees radish, and fried potatoes with shredded meat.

In fact, the potatoes are still small now, and they will be bigger in another month.

But Aunt Zhao felt that there was no food at home, so she endured the distress and went to dig five pits, which were not as big as table tennis balls.

But it tastes really good.

By the time everyone finished eating, most of the lo-mei and braised pork were left, but the dried bamboo shoots in the duck were all picked and eaten, and there were no braised small trash fish and vegetables left.

Xiao Hong put down the chopsticks and said sweetly to Grandpa Zhao: "Grandpa, grandma has to live for a while, and when I came, I specially told me to let you work slowly, bacon, pickled duck eggs, don't be reluctant to eat." ”

Grandpa Zhao nodded: "When you leave, catch two more ducks." ”

After saying that, he got up and went back.

Xiao Hong smiled at Aunt Zhao again: "Auntie, the store will be busy during the holidays these days, Sister Feifei said that she will come back in a few days, let me ask you, if there is anything you want to bring, she can bring it back when the time comes." ”

He Xiaoling smiled and couldn't see her eyes: "There is nothing missing at home, besides, I will go to the town in two days." ”

"That's good," Xiao Hong asked again, "Auntie, do you know which house sells dried bamboo shoots and dried fish?" They all want to buy some back. ”

When Xiao Mengqiu heard this, he also nodded and agreed: "Yes, the dried bamboo shoots are so delicious, and the braised fish is also delicious, aunt, your cooking skills are really good, the fish is not fishy at all, only a mouthful of freshness." ”

She worked hard for a bite to eat, not only praising every dish.

There is no one who doesn't like to listen to good words, He Xiaoling smiled when she heard it, and hurriedly waved her hand: "It's all home-cooked food, it's good if you don't dislike it, if you like to eat it, come back next time." ”

Another look of regret: "If I knew that you like to eat dried bamboo shoots, I would have done more, we are troublesome, and there are not many at home, so I will go to a few more houses." ”

The main thing is that these bamboo shoots are dry, if they are not stewed with duck and bacon, it is really not delicious.

Xiao Mengqiu nodded hurriedly when she heard this: "Then it's hard aunt, we have to buy more, how many catties do you think is appropriate?" ”

"It's a pound of anise when you take it out and sell it." Aunt Zhao was afraid that they would be too expensive: "I will definitely buy it cheaper." ”

Xiao Mengqiu immediately shook his head: "This price is not expensive, there is really no need to bargain, we want to buy it or not, my mother bought it a few times, and many of them are too old after they are soaked, and they are all scum when they bite." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Xiao Hong's heart moved when she heard this.

Every household in the village has a bamboo forest, and in order to prevent bamboo shoots from occupying the fields that can be cultivated, everyone digs up the bamboo shoots.

What's even more wasteful is that the people of Zhai Village don't like to eat bamboo shoots, and most of them directly throw the dug bamboo shoots aside.

It's not that they are too lazy to take it back to feed pigs, chickens and ducks, but they are afraid that the livestock will fall off the scales if they eat bamboo shoots.

If she can put away the dried bamboo shoots and sell them in the provincial capital, she can earn a little money.

She hesitated, but still didn't speak, feeling that it was troublesome to earn this money.

Aunt Zhao found a few clean snakeskin bags, took Xiao Hong and Xiao Mengqiu, and went to collect dried bamboo shoots and dried fish from house to house.

At this point, it happens that everyone has a good lunch, and most of them rest at home before going to the ground.

They saw that Xiao Hong was also very enthusiastic, and they didn't have to bargain, they automatically lowered the price, dried bamboo shoots only cost seven dimes a catty, and dried fish cost two yuan a catty.

The hostess of the house also took Xiao Hong's hand to inquire about the situation of raising chickens.

The main thing is to see that Zhao Lao's family, after raising chickens for a few months, they can be exchanged for money, who can not be impressed?

But what they are worried about is that if they don't collect the chickens they have, they won't be able to sell them.

Looking at the weathered faces of the old people and the expectant eyes, Xiao Hong felt a little sour in her heart, and after hesitating, she said that she would go home and talk to her parents, and let her stepfather come back in a few days to give everyone an answer.

If she agreed, I'm afraid everyone wouldn't believe that she could do such a big thing.

Now that she said that she wanted to go home and discuss with her stepfather, everyone was more willing to believe that Zhao Laosi could help everyone raise chickens and get rich.

Anyway, Zhao Laosi, who can open a shop in the town now, is already the envy of the people of Zhacun Village.

(End of chapter)