Chapter 21, the melody is eating

Early the next morning.

As soon as the sky was bright, the sound of the door opening in the house came, and Zhao Chuanliang's eyes immediately opened.

glanced at it, it was the red-eyed Chen's mother's family.

Apparently the whole family didn't sleep all night, except for the youngest doll.

Mother Chen looked at him and asked, "Aren't you sleeping for a while?" It's just dawn! ”

Zhao Chuanliang took off the quilt and sat up directly.

Shaking his head: "I don't sleep, I'll have to go home in a while." ”

Mother Chen sighed softly, looking a little dazed, "I'll go make breakfast, you can go back after breakfast." ”

After saying that, he went out directly.

Chen Yuanshan and Chen Jing followed behind and came outside to sit on the pony in a daze.

As if nothing had happened, the youngest child began to play in the yard.

Zhao Chuanliang looked at it and said to Chen Yuanshan; "That, I won't eat it, I'll go back first."

When something like this happens in a family, it is indeed a little inappropriate for him to be an outsider here.

Chen Yuanshan opened his mouth, and finally nodded slightly.

After thinking about it, he said to him: "We still have some food here, you can take some back, we have marinated some meat, you can also bring some!" ”

After that, you have to get up and get your things.

"No, thank you!"

If it was before, he might still be cheeky to come, after all, it is related to the life of the family.

But with space, and now that there is already some food at home, there is no need for him to take any more food from others.

After saying that, he said hello to a few people and left.

Looking at the back of him leaving, several people took a deep breath.

Chen Yuanshan still sent him to the door and watched him leave.

Zhao Chuanliang came to the jungle, looked back, and finally plunged into the mountains and rushed in the direction of his home.

After coming out, he did not rush back.

After thinking for a while, he walked towards the nearby production team.

Here he has a classmate from elementary school, and there is an old hunter at home, and there is still a lot of meat in the family.

That's the benefit of backing the mountain.

He carried a cloth bag with a little food in it.

After the autumn harvest, the fields are full of people, which is prepared for the autumn sowing of winter wheat and winter rape.

And winter rape also has a little benefit, it needs seedlings when it grows up.

This can be eaten as a dish.

On the way, he met three militiamen and stopped him: "What are you doing?" ”

"Oh, I'm Huang Xiaoshan's classmate, over there in Team 3, I'm looking for him."

After speaking, he handed him the documents.

The first person took it and looked at it, and it seemed that he understood it, but he didn't seem to understand it.

He returned the things to him and asked, "Where are you?" ”

"Zhao Tiegen's family! My second uncle Zhao Tiezhu. ”

Hearing this, he nodded: "Oh, the iron pillar is your second uncle!" Alright, let's go. ”

They are all militiamen of the commune, so they naturally know Zhao Tiezhu, the militia squad leader.

"Hey, okay! Thank you! ”

Zhao Chuanliang thanked him and walked towards the other party's house with his things.

When he came to the gate of the courtyard, he shouted softly: "Xiaoshan, is Xiaoshan at home?" ”

Hearing the voice, an old man walked out after a while.

Pleats all over the face.

The door opened, and the other party saw that it was him who was puzzled: "Liangzi!" Why did you get here? ”

"Oh, Grandpa Huang, is Xiaoshan at home? I had something to do with him. ”

"Oh, he went into the mountain in the morning, and he probably won't come back until the evening, what are you looking for him?"

Hearing this, Zhao Chuanliang was a little disappointed.

Huang Xiaoshan probably learned the art of hunting with his grandfather and his old man, and now he has run out of the mountain.

It's a pity that I didn't come across it just now.

looked inside and asked, "Grandpa Huang, I want to ask, do you have pheasants at home?" Mother, alive, can you sell me a few? Food or money will do. ”

Other people's homes don't have to, but theirs certainly do.

Old man Huang hesitated when he heard this, and looked at the courtyard.

Finally, he turned his head and nodded, "Okay, ten pieces for one, I'll get you two if you want." ”

Anyway, if you don't lay eggs now, you can't be reluctant to eat, and you don't have food to feed them, so it's better to sell them and catch them when the time comes.

"Hey, okay, it would be nice to have more."

Zhao Chuanliang thanked him and guessed his thoughts.

Now that the temperature is low, pheasants and domestic chickens don't lay eggs much, but they can in the space.

The old man nodded, and didn't let him in.

Turning around and entering the house, he came with three pheasants in his hand: "One male, two female." ”

Three flowered pheasants with their wings cut were brought out.

"Hey, okay, thank you Grandpa Huang!"

Hurriedly took out thirty yuan and handed it to him, and took the three pheasants.

After weighing it, it didn't weigh much, and one was probably less than one and a half pounds and less than two pounds.

It's a lot smaller than a chicken.

"Grandpa Huang, I'll go first!"

After saying that, I said hello and left.

The other party nodded and didn't send him off, and only after he left did he turn around and go back.

Zhao Chuanliang looked around, and when no one was around, he quietly threw the pheasant into the space, and then walked outside.

When he returned to his original path, no one cared about him.

After walking for a while, he entered the space.

Seeing the three pheasants looking for their way around, worried that the pheasants would peck the chicks to death, they put them in the last trough, put some rice bran, and added some corn kernels and left him alone.

After feeding the animals again, they headed home.

On the way, I heard the sound of the horn from time to time to finish work, and I knew that it was time to eat.

Halfway through, I felt hungry, went into the space to have a meal, and then rushed home.

It was late when I got home.

The people in Zhuangzi are ploughing the ground there, also preparing to grow grain.

Looking at these people, Zhao Chuanliang did not rush to call his father, but quietly returned to his home.

Next to it is his family's three-point private land.

It was just returned to them in August this year, and there was not enough time to plant some potatoes and Chinese cabbage.

The potato harvest is in November, and there is still a month and a half.

I don't know how much I can receive.

Now that there is some food, he hesitates when to give it to Zhang Wan's family, but now the two of them should go to work.

And if you give too much at once, it's not a good thing.

I'm hesitating!

Let's wait and see, get some food for her in the evening, and give the rest slowly.

Thinking of this, he returned home, found the key, poured 50 catties of corn flour in the noodle jar, and put 200 catties of sweet potatoes in the box next to him.

Slowly get the rest.

The family has a cellar, but they can't get grain to the cellar until it's too peaceful in the village.

After getting it done, he went straight out the door.

Back in the village, a loudspeaker was playing an announcement, conveying the spiritual instructions from above.

In the middle of his thoughts, several children were playing there, which attracted Zhao Chuanliang's attention.

The main theme of this year is eating.

When we met, didn't we ask to eat? Just ask what to eat?