Chapter 55: Catch up with the market again (ask for follow-up)

Cutting down trees is skillful, first of all, you can't cut it completely, and secondly, you must pay attention to your position, and you must not stand on the side where the tree falls, otherwise you will be injured by the tree and lose your life.

In addition to these two points, it is also necessary to pay attention to the surrounding situation and predict whether the direction in which the tree will fall is not blocked.

Gao Mingcheng had thought about these things that needed to be paid attention to before he started, so when the tree was about to be completely cut down, he stopped and kicked the trunk.

There was only a little left of the trunk that was still glued together, and after being kicked, it fell in the direction it was kicked.

When a tree falls, it collides with other branches and makes a loud noise.

The fir tree is tall and has few branches and leaves. After the tree completely fell, Gao Mingcheng stepped forward again and began to cut off the branches on the trunk, and then divided it into two sections, each about four or five meters long.

Therefore, Gao Mingcheng only cut down one cedar tree and stopped.

After the cedar tree is cut down, it does not have to be moved immediately, but it is left on the spot, and when the water is dry, it is carried home.

The weather in September was cool, and there was little rain, so after a few days, it was almost dry.

Oh, of course, you have to remove the bark first, so that it dries quickly.

So Gao Mingcheng was busy again, and after he removed all the bark of the cedar tree, it was already getting dark.

He didn't stay in the mountains for long, so he followed the path down the mountain and quickly returned to the village.

As soon as I returned to my grandmother's house, I smelled a strong smell of meat, which was not the yellow muntjac or rabbit I had eaten before, but the soft-shelled turtle!

The stewed in the pot was the soft-shelled turtle he touched when he took a bath last night, and it had been stewed for about half an hour, and the meat was not completely stewed, but it was already full of aroma.

Soft-shelled turtle is gelatinous and refreshing, and the soup is very sticky, which is a very popular dish here, but there are not many opportunities to eat it.

Seeing that Gao Mingcheng was back, Grandma Xi said, "The meal is almost ready, you guys wash your hands and get ready to eat!" ”

Gao Mingcheng answered, but he didn't rush to wash his hands, but put the axe away first.

Gao Zhuang slept in the afternoon, and not long after he got up, he saw Gao Mingcheng coming back with an axe, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Mingcheng, where have you been?" ”

"I went to the mountains and cut down a cedar tree, and I was going to get a carpenter to make some beehives." Gao Mingcheng said that he planned to start the beekeeping business, beekeeping is not troublesome, and the price of honey has always been very good, now it can be sold for seven yuan a catty, and then it will continue to increase in price, and in later generations, the price has increased tenfold, and it can be sold for seventy yuan a catty.

However, it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of honey in later generations, and many cheap honeys are actually adulterated, and the taste is not as pure as the wild ones.

"Tomorrow is Junling's set, Brother Mingcheng, are you going to sell honey?" Gao Zhuang asked, he knew that Gao Mingcheng still had a jar of honey.

Gao Mingcheng shook his head and said, "Don't go, I don't have a container to load, it's not easy to sell in bulk like this." ”

In addition to this, he didn't want to bring a lot of honey to the old market in Junling to sell.

First, the people on the old market in Junling were from the surrounding villages and had limited purchasing power, and second, he didn't want his acquaintances to know that he had gotten a lot of honey.

Therefore, he will take the honey to the county town to sell in the future, so that no matter how much money he sells, no one will know, which will be conducive to his family separation plan in the future.

He knows his mother Luo Xiaohua's character very well, if he lets Luo Xiaohua know that he has made a lot of money selling honey, then something must happen.

People of their generation attach great importance to filial piety and reputation, if a person has a reputation for unfilial piety, then life in the village will definitely not be very comfortable, there will be people pointing fingers behind their backs, and personal reviews will be very bad.

Gao Mingcheng is willing to support his parents, but that's all.

Soon, Grandma Xi came out with three bowls of soft-shelled turtle soup, two bowls had more meat in them, and one bowl had more soup.

In her words, it's that people are old and can't digest too much meat.

However, Gao Mingcheng is not stupid and strong, whatever Grandma says, he will believe it.

He took a good piece of meat from his bowl and gave it to Grandma Xi, and then he ate it himself, Gao Zhuang didn't know why, but he was Gao Mingcheng's loyal follower, and when he saw Gao Mingcheng do this, he did the same.

When she got a tall piece of meat, Grandma Xi smiled like a daisy, and her heart and mouth were sweet.

The three of them drank a bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup happily, after the broth went down, they only felt that the whole stomach was warm, the wild soft-shelled turtle was not fishy, the meat was also firm, and the colloidal skirt tasted unique.

"It's delicious!" Gao Zhuang admired, he hadn't eaten a soft-shelled turtle for a long time.

He is not good at touching fish, and he has never touched soft-shelled turtles, and now he can eat a bowl of soft-shelled turtles, all thanks to Gao Mingcheng's blessings.

Tonight's meal was as good as ever, Rao is Gao Mingcheng had a large stomach, and he also ate a full stomach.

But after he had finished eating, he thought about going to the market tomorrow to buy some rice and come back.

Grandma's family has insufficient labor, although there are two acres of land, but the yield is average, and after a year, you have to pay public grain and sell grain, so it is not much to keep the grain you eat at home.

Originally, she and Gao Zhuang ate less, but since Gao Mingcheng came to eat and live, the rice has been visible to the naked eye.

Although Grandma Xi didn't say it, Gao Mingcheng knew it.

After he came to live, he didn't calculate the money for food and accommodation with Grandma Xi, because if he calculated it in person, Grandma Xi would definitely refuse to ask for it, so he planned to give Grandma a certain amount of compensation afterwards.

Early the next morning, Gao Mingcheng got up early as usual, he ran all the way to the mountainside, found a wide place, and began to practice boxing.

As the saying goes, the fist does not leave the hand, and the song does not leave the mouth.

After practicing boxing for nearly an hour, the sky was bright, so he went down the mountain, and on the way down, he beat two hares.

He carried the hare, and did not go back to Grandma Xi's house, but went straight to the old market in Junling.

Rush to the market as soon as possible, there are already many people in the market setting up stalls, and there are also people buying the goods they need between the stalls.

The things in this market are mainly food, but there are also some towels, fabrics and other things, as well as some liberation shoes and gloves.

However, the quality and pattern of these things are not as fashionable as those in the county, and young people do not like to buy them here, but the old people do not dislike them, and are happy to be able to save a few cents.

At this time, a van drove up.

After the car stopped, the driver got out of the car, and in addition to the driver, there was also a middle-aged helper.

They opened the door of the van, took out the wooden planks inside, and set up a simple stall, and then they took out a lot of lard, which was mostly lard, but also some water oil.

As soon as they saw this situation, the people who came to the market immediately surrounded the van and began to ask about the price of lard.