Chapter 440 Chen Ze carrying the pole

Chapter 440 Chen Ze carrying the pole

“Boy from the Zhang family, what kind of fish did you use to grill the fish today? How could it be so delicious?”

Mr. Chen just ate it After just one chopstick, I fell in love with the taste of grilled glutinous rice dumplings.

"Grandpa, these are river turtles. Zhang An said they were delicious yesterday, so today I saw someone caught two and bought them back."

Zhang An was asked Before An could speak, Chen Ze couldn't wait to answer his grandfather.

It is rare to see the old man so happy, and he will definitely not let go of this opportunity to take credit.

Anyway, he bought this fish.

"Wujiang Jiangtuan that Jiangtuan? Impossible, that kind of fish is not delicious, probably not."

The fish restaurants on site are the self-service hot pot restaurants of this era, these in the city Many stores have been opened this year.

As a fish lover, the old man of the Chen family has tasted it long ago.

"It's really not that fish. They are just using the brand name of river turtle and passing it off as other fish. Because there are very few fish in the wild, it was almost fished out more than ten years ago. It is artificially cultivated. The efficiency is very low, so the jiangtuan fish in those restaurants are all fake.”

There were not many wild jiangtuan fish in the first place. With luck, there aren't many left in the wild watersheds.

The number of wild animals has increased in later generations, but that is because of protection.

Coupled with the fruitful results of the ten years of fishing ban in the Yangtze River, there will definitely be much more than now.

"So that's it. I said they all have the same name, but they taste different. This fish doesn't have an earthy smell."

After listening to Zhang An's explanation , Mr. Chen suddenly realized.

"Aze, go buy more this afternoon. This fish has no bones, so it's delicious."

Obviously, the old man only ate it once, and this fish is in his heart The status has replaced the previous thin scales.

"Okay grandpa, I'll go over and have a look in the afternoon, but you have to try your luck with this thing, because there are too few fish."

Chen Ze naturally agreed without hesitation, But it also poured cold water on the old man, so that he would not be disappointed if he didn't buy it.

Because the number of fish was indeed too small, yesterday he and Zhang An found one, just one, and today's one was a complete surprise.

Zhang An didn't say anything, although he could go down to the river to catch him.

But there are not many people in the river now, so we might as well let them go.

As long as we wait for a while, the batch in the space will be bred, and then there will be no problem in providing it every day.

"Come on, come on, Grandpa Chen, don't just eat fish. I told you that I have some good things here for you to try."

Zhang An came out from the cellar holding a jar of wine. , bringing this topic to an end.

"Then let me see the good things in your mouth. I thought you were talking about the fish on the plate."

Mr. Chen was a little shocked. He thought Zhang An just called He came here to eat fish.

"Although that fish is nothing, it is my real treasure."

What is in Zhang An's jar is the blood rice wine brewed last time. Chen Ze, the grandfather and grandson, I moved in late, so I really didn’t have a chance to taste it.

After pouring a cup for several old men, Zhang An also poured a cup for Chen Zeman.

"Zhang An, why have you become so stingy? You are so stingy when you pour wine, please change it to a bigger cup."

In the past, Chen Ze came to Zhang An's house and used The drinks were all three cups in a row. This time Zhang An suddenly changed him to a small wine cup, which he was not used to.

"Why are you so anxious? This wine jar is right here. You drink it first and then pour it. It can't fly."

Zhang An looked at Chen meaningfully. Ze smiled, hoping he could get up later.

This jar was just taken out of the space yesterday, and it is still unblended puree, not the blended batch in the cellar.

Zhang An has personally tried this wine. Drinking some of it is indeed good for your health, but drinking too much is not good.

So when he poured it for a few old men, it was just one cup.

Because he can't hold two kilograms much, let alone Chen Ze, a drunkard.

But as soon as Zhang An finished speaking, Chen Ze finished it in one gulp, and then poured another cup.

After three cups of wine, his face suddenly changed color and turned as red as a monkey's butt.

"How about it, I'll give you some more."

Zhang An looked at him with a half-smile and asked.

“No, I’m on time.”

Chen Ze has always been self-aware. Although Zhang An was teasing him, he just shook his head and refused.

"Boy from the Zhang family, your wine is definitely this."

Mr. Chen only tasted half of the cup, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly became energetic.

He didn't say anything good or bad, he just gave him a thumbs up.

"I just realized today that the wine I drank was in vain. This is good wine. Come on, pour me another cup."

After drinking all the wine in the glass, the old man’s face He became radiant and took the initiative to hand over the wine cup and asked Zhang Anzai to fill it up for him.

This is enough to show how much he likes this blood rice wine, because he has been to Zhang An's house so many times, whether it is to eat or drink, he has never been so proactive.

"Grandpa Chen, let me say it first. This wine is not an ordinary wine. For people of your age and my grandfather's age, you can only drink one or two taels a day at most, not more. After drinking this glass, I will I won’t pour it for you.”

Zhang An said sternly as he stood up and filled some old people’s bowls.

Chen Ze doesn't care because he is young and in good health, but they are not good at it.

"Hahaha, okay, then finish this cup, and I will come over tomorrow to drink."

Of course Mr. Chen has no objection. After all, he is a guest, and it is hospitable to do as the host does. .

And he didn’t think Zhang An said this because he was reluctant to part with the wine.

"By the way, where did you get this wine? It's really extraordinary. I just drank it for a while and I felt hot and full of energy."

"This is I brew the wine myself, using ancient recipes, which can be regarded as ancient wine. The ingredients used are the blood rice that my family usually eats. Drinking some every day can replenish the qi and blood in the body. ”

This is also the reason why Master Zhang and Grandma Zhang have become rosy-cheeked and childish-looking during this period of time.

Because Zhang An sent them a jar, which weighed about twenty kilograms.

Every day when the two elders eat, they will take a cup to replenish their energy and blood.

But at Fourth Master Zhang’s place next door, Zhang An didn’t dare to do this.

Grandpa Zhang An was so self-disciplined that he agreed to only drink a small cup at a time, just one cup. He never drank more, and no one needed to supervise him.

But Zhang An's fourth master is different. He has no self-discipline. If you give him a jar, he can probably finish it in a few days.

So what Zhang An gave him was a jar of medicinal wine that had been blended and soaked in medicinal materials.

“I thought that these ancient prescriptions were all in the hands of certain people, but I didn’t expect that you also have one. How many more do you have? My old man also bought a jar and drank it slowly.”

After hearing the ancient prescription, Mr. Chen was suddenly no longer surprised. Many wines brewed by ancient methods are indeed not comparable to modern techniques.

"What do you think you should buy or not? If you like it, I'll give you a jar. But you really can't drink more of this wine because your body can't bear it. , if you can’t do it, I won’t sell it to you even if I sell it.”

Drinking was not a problem, but Zhang An was worried that Mr. Chen would become drunk if he didn't realize it. Wouldn't it mean that he, Zhang An, was harming others?

"Don't worry, I understand all these principles. I will learn from your second grandfather in the future, and I will let Aze supervise me."

Mr. Chen is not indiscriminate. Of course the old man understood what Zhang An meant and readily agreed.

. . . . .

When I woke up early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear.

Compared to spring and winter, the sun is very diligent in summer, and the time to get to work is relatively early.

Zhang An’s family will be quite busy today, because the seedlings in his family’s rice field have reached the time when they have to be transplanted.

Although there is a risk of flooding this year, there is basically no harvest in the paddy fields.

But Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang are both very persistent farmers, and Zhang An really can't persuade them at all.

He just mentioned it before, and Wang Fang said that he had only had two good days, and he had forgotten the days when he didn't have enough to eat.

Knowing the extent of what his mother said about people's skills, Zhang An simply said no more.

It’s just planting a few acres of paddy fields. It’s not much work. I just have to accompany them to finish the planting.

The Zhang An family does not have much paddy field, only about three or four acres. However, including the ones transferred from Li Jinbiao's family before, it is almost ten acres in size. It can be regarded as the family with the most paddy fields in Changqing Village.

With the help of my uncle, I transferred all my property to the land in front of my house.

But then he dug another four acres of fish ponds, so now there are only about five or six acres of paddy fields left, which is not too much.

Today Zhang An got up very early, right at dawn. He went to the rice field with his father Zhang Jianguo and took the lead in pulling out the rice seedlings.

By the time they brought the seedlings back, Wang Fang had already cooked breakfast.

What I ate today was fish soup noodles. Wang Fang got up early in the morning to make fish soup.

The reason was that Su Ying suddenly said she wanted to drink fish soup last night, so Wang Fang started cooking it today, so she ate fish soup noodles directly in the morning.

“It seems we came just in time, neither late nor early.”

At this time, Chen Ze and Mr. Chen came over, as well as their nanny.

"Uncle Chen is here, sit down quickly and I will get you some noodles."

Wang Fang asked them to sit down and served them the noodles that were originally cooked for Zhang An and his wife.

"You must eat it. We are here to help your family plant rice seedlings today. We can't do any work unless we are full. Hmm, this noodle is delicious and the soup is delicious too."

The grandfather and grandson did not refuse. They took the noodles brought by Wang Fang and started eating them without any usual politeness.

Because when I was here yesterday, I heard that their family was going to plant rice seedlings today.

So today they got up early specifically to come and help Zhang An’s family.

"No, no, no, Uncle Chen, please take a rest. I only have a few acres of paddy field and it will be planted in two days."

After hearing what Mr. Chen said, Wang Fang quickly refused.

"Why, you are worried that I don't know how to plant rice seedlings. A few days ago, I helped Mr. Wang's family plant rice seedlings for a whole day, and the rice planting was very good."

Mr. Chen immediately stared at Wang Fang, as if he treated him as an outsider, as if he could not help him.

Old man Wang is a member of the circle of old men in the village and one of his new friends with Mr. Chen.

"Anyway, we are all here today and we have eaten the noodles. If you don't let me, then it won't work."

If there are other people bragging with him to kill time, that's fine. a little.

However, during this period of time, everyone was very busy. After planting rice seedlings, they also had to plant corn. Their circle of old men disbanded all of a sudden, and they had to wait until the busy farming season was over before they could get together again.

But seeing all his old and new friends going to the ground, Mr. Chen couldn't stay at home at all.

So when I heard that Zhang An’s family was about to plant rice, I woke up Chen Ze early in the morning and called all the nannies over.

After all, Zhang An’s family usually takes everything they eat. At this time, if they have nothing to do, they must come over to help.

No matter what you say now, Mr. Chen, you won’t listen to anything and you can’t even drive him away.

In the end, there was no other way, so Zhang An’s family had no choice but to agree.

Anyway, this is a big rice plant, not a small one, so it doesn’t take much physical effort and won’t tire anyone, so we might as well let them experience it.

Zhang An finished eating quickly, then used a dung basket to pick up the seedlings brought back in the morning to the field at the door, and then threw them in handfuls here and there.

This is not about transplanting rice seedlings, but about placing the seedlings in the field first. When you go to the field to transplant the rice seedlings later, you don’t have to run out to get them.

"Zhang An, give me a try on your pole."

Chen Ze had never done farm work before. When he saw Zhang An using the pole to carry seedlings, he was very curious, so he left I wanted to try it out.

"Okay, then you come and try."

Seeing Chen Ze so enthusiastic, how could Zhang An refuse, so he immediately gave him the pole and loaded the rice seedlings into the dung basket. .

“It’s installed, you come and try it.”

Soon, Zhang installed the two dung pans. Considering that Chen Ze hadn’t picked them out, Zhang An just put them in them. half.

“Oh, you are quite full. Are you afraid that I can’t pick it up or something?”

Chen Ze saw that Zhang An filled the bags fully when he picked them for himself, but when he filled them for him, they were only half filled.

I thought to myself, who am I looking down on? It was like going to a gas station and asking Zhang An to fill up his tank.

"Okay, okay, fill up our young master."

Zhang An sighed, since this kid doesn't know what to do, let's help him.

After the two dung pans were full, Chen Zecai came over to pick them up with a pole in high spirits.

But as soon as he picked it up, his face changed instantly. The pole made his shoulder blades painful, and it was not as easy as Zhang An picking it up.

As soon as he took two steps, his body, which was still upright, bent down and turned into carrying with his back.

This made everyone in the courtyard laugh. This young man is very good at carrying a pole.

This is how novices carry poles. It’s not that they can’t carry it, but they don’t have the skills, so their shoulders suffer too much.

"Okay, okay, let me do it, this job is not suitable for you."

Zhang An didn't laugh at Chen Ze, because this was his own job, and when he learned to carry a pole before, it wasn't much better.

(End of this chapter)