Chapter 277 Medicine Field Miscellaneous
Maybe because Zhang An was there, Mr. Wu and his family ate faster.
After a while, only their grandson was left holding a doll bowl.
While Mrs. Wu was cleaning up the pots and pans, the old man came out with a small dustpan and some melon seeds, peanuts and nuts to entertain Zhang An.
"Anzi, you came here so late, do you have something to do?"
The old man poured a cup of hot tea for Zhang An, "Here, drink it. It's hot."
Zhang An was not polite. He blew it and took a sip. This was camellia picked by the elderly themselves.
"Master Wu, I found something for you and Mrs. Wu to do, what do you think?"
What impressed Zhang An the most about Mr. Wu was that he still had a lot of fun during the snowy day last year. I have to go to the mountains to chop vegetables and come back to feed the pigs and chickens.
To be honest, if he hadn’t met Zhang An and the others last year, the old man might have just died lying in the snow.
Zhang An felt pity. There were more fences this time, so he could divide them more.
If you make more money then, you can live a better life during the Chinese New Year and buy some new clothes for your little grandson.
Old man Wu was used to Zhang An helping him find work and making money to support his family.
In the past, he had a stubborn temper and felt that others looked down upon him by helping him, so he did not accept help from others.
Later I felt that Zhang An was a good match for him. Although he was a little stubborn, he was still persuaded by Zhang An.
"Oh? What is it?"
Wu Qingzong was a little surprised. This was the first time he heard that there was work in this winter.
"I have opened a piece of land by the river and am going to grow medicinal materials, so I need help building some fences. Here, I will send you a job."
Zhang An mentioned the matter to the old man, and then continued.
“The price is thirty cents per meter, how about you take a look?”
"Hey, aren't you just ordering a bamboo fence? How much do you pay? I'll beat it for you, old man."
When he heard that it was a fence, Wu Qingzong waved his hand and said that he would beat Zhang An casually.
After all, building a fence is not a difficult task. Everyone in the village except children can do it.
Zhang An has helped their family so much, Wu Qingzong thought about it and helped Zhang An do such a simple thing.
"Haha, Mr. Wu, I wouldn't be polite to you if it wasn't much, but this time the encirclement is wider, at least more than a thousand meters."
"So what should we do? No matter how you calculate it, let’s just say it first. In order to meet the construction deadline, I can only give you three to four hundred meters, so don’t be too little.”
It won’t be without Zhang An. If you know how to open this mouth, you can do it at home.
As long as the materials are guaranteed, one person can build this fence fifty or sixty meters every day.
Especially for people like Wu Qingzong who have been playing bamboo for decades and whose hands are so numb that the speed is even faster.
Zhang An gave him a quantity of 400 meters. The two of them worked together and could finish it in no more than three days.
"Okay, old man, I won't be polite to you, but you want to surround the medicinal materials, so I'll make it higher and denser for you."
Wu Qingzong knew that Zhang An was coming, so he In order to get work for them, I didn't say any more polite words at the moment.
But he turned around and told Zhang An about some precautions for this fence.
I have to say that Jiang is still hot when he is old, Zhang An just wants to hit the bamboo fence.
When Wu Qingzong heard that it was for medicinal purposes, he immediately mentioned two key points: height and density.
This time Zhang An remembered that this fence was originally used to block some small animals.
So pay attention to the height of the fence and the gaps in the fence.
After all, there is no need to worry about people or large animals around here. What needs to be guarded against are the small animals in the mountains.
Especially rabbits, badgers and yellow skins, they like the branches and leaves that grow.
As for mice and birds, Zhang An is not worried at all.
There was a God of War who stayed up all night watching over the house. During this time, not even a mountain rat was seen in these places nearby.
It is probably because Hui Qiu has managed them so well that they don’t dare to act wild here.
As for the birds in the sky, that is not a problem.
Hua Tou and his family are active here every day. Except for the nests of barn swallows at home, which desperate bird dares to show up here.
With Wu Qingzong’s reminder, Zhang An finally fixed some loopholes.
Fortunately, the first one to come here was here, otherwise it would have been taken care of by someone else, and we would have had to go back and talk to people about these problems, which would have been troublesome.
After leaving Wu Qingzong's home, Zhang An found two or three more families in the village, all of whom were having a hard time.
Everyone was very happy when they received the job.
Don’t underestimate the several hundred meters of fence, you can buy a lot of meat for the Chinese New Year after you finish it.
So everyone was grateful to Zhang An and repeatedly promised to build the thickest fence for Zhang An.
I haven't measured the distance today, so I don't have a definite number.
So Zhang An just set up a thousand-meter-long fence. Even if the fence is a little bit close later, he can slowly build it at home.
Early the next morning, Zhang An just got up and washed up. At about seven o'clock, the sky was still gray.
Zhang An is used to this. When he goes to school in the future, he will have to use a flashlight on the way to school in the morning because it is not bright yet.
At this time, Zhou Yang, his son, and Zhang Ping came to Zhang An's house.
"Hey, why are you here so early? It's cold. You should sleep a little longer."
Zhang An didn't plan to start work so early. After all, the weather was cold.
"What's there to sleep for? Your waist doesn't hurt after sleeping too much. Why don't you get up so early?"
"In the coldest month of winter, the bed is so warm. You I thought I didn’t want to sleep more.”
Zhang An didn’t say that he didn’t sleep in, but he always got up with Su Ying when she was at work.
"Okay, no more talking. To be honest, I'm just here for breakfast today. What did my uncle make for breakfast today? I can smell the fragrance before I even walk in."
Zhou Yang sniffed. Smelling the aroma coming from the kitchen, I walked in.
Zhou Shuanglin from behind slapped him twice on the back, reminding him to pay attention to his image. After all, he is married now and is no longer a child.
"Dad, what you said is wrong. No matter whether I am married or have children, in the eyes of my uncle and aunt, I am still a junior."
Sold After swiping his treasure, Zhou Yang walked to the kitchen and looked at the steaming steamer on the stove.
"Uncle, what are you steaming today? Why are they so fragrant?"
"The steamed buns we steamed today are delicious, so I'll eat more later."
Someone is here to help with the work today, so I must prepare it early.
So Wang Fang was awake making noodles last night, and got up early this morning and started chopping stuffing.
Just looking at this steamer, you can tell that it has been steamed a lot. After all, it has been steamed seven layers. In the past, the most I could eat at home was three layers.
"Although I haven't eaten these buns yet, I know they are delicious from the smell. If my aunt goes to the street to make buns, then Baozi Li's family will probably close down."
I don't talk much on weekdays. Zhang Ping, like Zhou Yang, said some flattering words today. "It's not that, it's not that, I just learned this bun from others, it's still far away."
The two young men made Wang Fang happy in just a few words. The smile on his face never stopped.
Finally the steamed buns were almost ready, Zhang An went out and called Uncle Zhang’s family.
But Xiao Yanzi was still sleeping at the moment. She was already on vacation, and the weather was too cold, so the third aunt didn't wake her up.
And Zhang Tie had gone out early. Today was the final exam on the second day, so he went to school carrying a fire torch.
"Everyone is here to have breakfast. The buns are steamed."
Back home, the buns were just right on the stove. Wang Fang put the buns in the steamer and brought them over.
“Hey, I’m not bragging at all. The buns made by my aunt are really better than those made by Li’s family.”
Zhou Yang picked up a bun and couldn't stop after taking a bite. He took a few bites and ate one bun regardless of how hot it was.
This was unanimously agreed by everyone. After all, everyone has eaten the steamed buns on the street.
Compared with the steamed buns I ate today, there is a clear difference in taste.
Only Zhang An knows that his mother’s skill in making steamed buns cannot compare with others who have been making buns for more than ten years.
The reason why these buns are delicious is that the quality of the flour is good.
After all, the flour he grinds from the wheat grown in the space must be different from the flour outside.
The second is the ingredients used for stuffing at home.
In this way, as long as the technique is online, the buns will definitely be good.
Su Ying finished eating the steamed buns, looked at the time and it was already eight o'clock, said hello to everyone, and went out to school.
As Su Ying went out, everyone finished eating quickly, then greeted her and got ready to go out to work.
Everyone went to the ground with hoes and hammers to dig out the drainage ditch.
But Zhang An and Zhang Ping still came to the old house with their horses on horseback.
They need to carry the stakes for the fence over, after all, they will plant the stakes later.
These piles are actually the scraps cut from the wood when Zhang An’s family was making furniture.
The countryside is different from the city. The leftover materials left over from carpentry work are collected and put away.
If you need such a small piece of wood somewhere, it is easy to find, or it can be used to make a fire in winter.
After some selection, Zhang An and Zhang Ping selected some scraps of similar sizes that were more suitable for planting stakes and put them on the horse frame.
With two acres of land, there are not many stakes on three sides, so two horses carrying it once is almost enough.
"Hey, uncle, how many pigs do you plan to kill this year?"
While working in the fields, Zhou Yang suddenly mentioned something to Zhang An.
"If we don't sell them to outsiders this year, I will kill two at least. But some people in the village want to buy some, so they probably have to kill three." Li Hongbin's family will share some, and the father-in-law, mother-in-law and elder sister Su Ying in the city must give some as gifts.
Then Chen Zeding and others also said they wanted a part.
Fatty Lu in the provincial capital called him right at the beginning of winter and said that he would smoke some bacon for him and that he would take it home to honor the old man.
Because he came here last time and after eating it once, he always thought about Zhang An’s bacon.
The pigs raised by Zhang An’s family this year are basically about 400 to 500 pounds each.
Many butchers came to inquire, but Zhang An’s family didn’t sell any of them and kept them all.
If you kill two pigs like this, the clean meat will cost upwards of 800 kilograms.
But if calculated according to the above calculation, this amount of meat may be just enough, without any excess.
In addition, the neighbors in the village have spoken out and said they want to buy some.
These are the unwritten rules in the village every year. If others ask, you can't say no.
And in the past two years, everyone in the village has known that the pigs raised by Zhang An's family are good, and the meat produced is very fragrant, and everyone wants to buy it.
So no matter what, I have to kill one more and sell them to everyone in the village.
"Do you still have any pigs left? If so, I will buy one and kill it."
"There is one native pig left, and three wild boars are still there. But are you sure you want to kill one yourself? The pigs in my house are not small.”
Zhang An’s family has four native pigs and three small wild boar cubs, not counting the fragrant pigs.
That thing, Zhang An, still has the offspring. Next year, Zhang An will try the taste of roasted suckling pig no matter what.
Zhang An glanced at Zhou Yang unconsciously. Among the pigs at home, the smallest one weighed about 400 kilograms.
Generally, a family alone cannot get so much meat just by killing the New Year pig.
“Don’t worry, although you will have some meat left after killing one yourself, it’s not much different from what you spent to buy flowers. You can still have more meat left to smoke and bacon at home.”
Zhou Yang also just got married this year and would definitely go to his father-in-law and mother-in-law’s house to pay New Year greetings. A pig leg would definitely be indispensable.
If you are an ordinary person, you can just spend money to buy one.
But after Chen Wenwen came in, he picked up any work and was very diligent.
He was very filial to Zhou Shuanglin and his wife, and he did the same to his sister-in-law and brother-in-law.
This is simply the choice of the model daughter-in-law in the village, so Zhou Yang's parents are very satisfied with this daughter-in-law.
The conditions at home are not very bad, so when I was celebrating the New Year, I thought about sending some pork to Zhou Yang’s father-in-law, mother-in-law, and several brothers-in-law.
After all, the New Year gifts these days are either wine or meat, so as to save face for his daughter-in-law and show that Chen Wenwen married into a good family.
As for doing things, you need to have a bowl of water. If your maternal family delivers it, then here at home, Mr. Zhou and several uncles who are busy going in and out must also do the same.
Otherwise, people who have not received it will feel resentful in their hearts, and people outside will also say that so-and-so is not a good person.
So Zhou Yang thought that this would require a lot of meat, so he had to buy it anyway, so he might as well buy a pig from Zhang An's family.
After all, if you calculate it like this, the money you spend on buying pork can be used to sell a pig to Zhang An's family.
And in this way, killing pigs at home can be lively and lively, and there will be more meat left, which is a good deal.
Besides, Zhou Yang didn’t have to worry about the remaining meat, after all, their family opened a restaurant of their own.
During the Chinese New Year period, there will be a lot of people in the village, so business should not be bad by then.
"Okay, then I'll see which pig you want, and then go and drive it yourself."
Anyway, Zhang An won't kill the remaining pigs, most of them will be sold. To the pork dealer.
It’s a sale to anyone. Zhou Yang said, then sell it to him.
“Just keep the native pig for me. Forget about the wild boar, that thing is not cheap.”
Buying and killing a native pig is already considered very arrogant for Zhou Yang. .
After all, the price of this thing’s meat is more expensive than that of ordinary pork.
(End of this chapter)