Chapter 200 Shameless
"Bounce~Cotton~"
"Bounce~Cotton~"
The sun gradually sets in the west, and under the dim red sunlight, a sound is heard The long-lasting shouts echoed in the village.
Chen Ling drove the bullock cart slowly down the dam. After entering the village, he saw an old man and a young man, wearing dark gray cotton clothes, one behind the other, carrying a large wooden bow. Carrying a load, shouting at the top of his voice as he walked.
These are two cotton-players who travel through villages and alleys to play cotton.
They entered the village and didn't go far when they were stopped by the village women.
“Is it Mr. Du, the drummer from Gange Camp?”
“It’s me.”
“Why is your old man’s hair so white? You almost don’t dare. Recognize.”
"Haha, what's the matter with this? I'm just worried."
"How much money do you earn every year? What do you have to worry about?"
"Oh, the year is not good. How much money do you make?" If you don’t have money, and no one will give you a wife when your baby grows up, how can you not worry about it?”
“Look at what you said, every family in our village is waiting for Mr. Du to come. , other players don’t play for him. This year you can earn enough money from the bombs. Isn’t it easy to find a wife for your child in the future?”
“Haha, what if it was really that simple? .”
While chatting, Liang Guizhen, who was closest to home, led the two gardeners to her home.
Elastic cotton takes time.
No matter how skilled the craftsman is, he will not be able to pop out more than ten kilograms of cotton in a day.
There is no rush for such a job, and no one is competing for it.
After playing at the previous house, they started playing at the next house, one after another.
It is the slack time for farming, when people have nothing to be busy with and can afford to wait.
"Hey, Fugui and Susu, are you back?"
As soon as the cotton maker left, Chen Ling drove the ox cart over.
When these old ladies saw that the young couple had returned, they gathered around with smiles and started joking around.
“Really, has your brother-in-law been beaten?”
"Definitely not. My father and mother are very kind to my brother-in-law. My mother also cooked him brown sugar and egg tea, and cooked six eggs at once."
"Oh, okay, Fugui, this My mother-in-law is really good.”
I accompanied Wang Susu to her parents’ house for a few days. When I returned to the village, the villagers seemed to be very friendly.
"By the way, the couple across from you are back. They just cleared out all the miscellaneous items two days ago and built a shack at home. They are going to find someone to renovate the house soon."
" I also heard from Brother Guoping that Chunyuan planned to open a pharmacy at home, and he went to say hello to him the night before yesterday. "
Wang Lishan's mother-in-law came close to their bullock cart and whispered.
......
When they returned home, Wang Chunyuan and Qin Dongmei were indeed back. The previous door walls, courtyard walls, and halls of their house all collapsed in the flood, only An open space was cleared in the center of the yard, a firewood shed was built, a curtain was hung, and a simple cooking stove was placed outside.
Hearing the commotion outside, Wang Chunyuan walked out to take a look. When he saw it was Chen Ling and his wife, he was the first to talk to them with a smile on his face.
This is a young man under thirty years old. Although he is not tall, he has good looks.
Thick and long eyebrows, black and thick, a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a very majestic appearance.
Wearing leather shoes, hair parted.
At first glance, he does not look like a man from the village.
It is true that this man was very popular with women when he was in the township hospital.
The mouth is also easy to use.
When the big girl and the little wife saw him, they were like wild dogs seeing fresh hot shit, and they kept wanting to rub it up.
So I have a very good rapport with women. Within two years of working in the rural health center, I got to know the girls and wives from ten miles and eight villages.
But his conduct is not very good, he is just a talker, and he always likes to visit widows at night.
The older girl won’t touch any of them.
It is said that the little one she raised is also a delicate little widow.
Hobbies are rather unique.
When Chen Ling was not married, he heard many stories from people in the village.
When I saw him coming out to say hello, I had no choice but to respond with a smile.
When Wang Susu opened the iron lock on the fence door, Chen Ling was about to drive the bullock cart home, but unexpectedly this man came over.
"Fugui, you have done a good job this year. The house is so well built that it can be regarded as the culprit of our village."
Heng Zhuzi is their local dialect, which means similar to the later generations of Hao Heng.
However, in this era, the meaning is mostly used to express who has money.
Belonging means to praise someone.
Chen Ling looked at Wang Chunyuan with a playful smile in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Just a few polite words.
Unexpectedly, the man followed the words and said, "I am planning to renovate my house on the 21st of this month. If you have some free time, can you come over and help me?"
"It's the 21st of this month? That's a bit unlucky..."
Chen Ling didn't expect him to say that, scratched his cheek, wondering: "I happen to be building a village on the ground, and the engineering team Everything has been found, and construction will start in a few days."
"Huh?"
Wang Chunyuan's smile froze, "I heard that you and Erzhu are changing places. Where is he building a village?”
"Yes."
Chen Ling nodded.
"Is that place okay? The old people said that tossing there would offend the ancestors."
Wang Chunyuan frowned: "The old graves there belong to our old Wang family and old Chen family. My ancestors, Erzhu Tada just refused to build a lime factory there, and ended up paying for it all.”
“Oh, you tell me, that’s not a big deal.”
Chen Ling listened to the tone that was good for him, shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't go back to the village often, so you probably don't know that the old tomb was washed away by the flood this year, and the tombs of which families have been divided long ago. I’m not sure.”
“Just a while ago, after the fourth grandmother of our old Chen family died, the fifth uncle called the elders of the two families to the brigade, looked through the family trees, and discussed it. After a while, they moved all the graves to the mountain."
"Huh?"
Wang Chunyuan said "Ah" again, obviously not expecting it.
The people buried in the old grave can be traced back to the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. It was already far back, but after it was destroyed by the flood, it became even more unrecognizable. So based on the genealogy, the two families re-erected the monument and moved them all to the mountain. .
"No one in the village informed me of such a thing."
Wang Chunyuan looked a little ugly.
Notification?
Who should I notify? Looking for you? Or are you looking for your father?
Your father and Chen Erzhu's father did everything right back then, and even the ancestors didn't recognize it.
Now I am staying in the county seat and dare not come back.
Anything else to notify.
Chen Ling really didn’t know what to say.
After a few brief remarks, he turned around and went home.
Before walking into the yard, he subconsciously glanced across the way and saw the curtain of the woodshed shaking slightly, which made Chen Ling quite amused.
This was obviously Qin Dongmei's mother-in-law peeking out from behind the curtain.
When I got home, everything in the yard was clean and tidy.
Everyone in the village just said that Liang Hongyu came here every morning to clean, feed the sheep, chickens and ducks, and take good care of it.
"Chun Yuan didn't talk to you before. What happened today?"
After entering the room, Wang Susu poured him a glass of water and asked strangely.
"Well, you want my help in flipping the house."
Chen Ling explained what just happened.
“That’s it, the couple probably won’t be able to live in Qinwan any longer.”
Wang Susu curled her lips, “Sister Qiumei said last time that Dongmei was in her parents’ home. Life is very sad, and I dare not go out all day long..."
Usually it's not like them to go back to their parents' home, where the couple lives together for less than half a year.
At first, I made excuses to hide from Planned Parenthood by saying I was pregnant with a baby.
At first, people in my natal village believed it after hearing it.
I quickly realized something was wrong. Her sister Qin Qiumei was the director of the family planning office.
This Planned Parenthood is hiding away.
Later, Wang Chunyuan’s story became known and spread.
The couple became a complete joke.
My mother-in-law’s family also felt embarrassed.
Even Qin Qiumei couldn't help but talk about this matter to Wang Susu, which shows that she has worried her parents to a certain extent.
The couple endured it again and again, but they couldn’t live any longer.
If you don’t grit your teeth now, you might as well go back to the village.
Also, it is better to go back to Chenwangzhuang than to make people laugh at her parents' house.
"Stop talking about this, I'm going to pick up some old quails and kill them. When Aunt Hongyu and the others come over tomorrow, we'll make fried quails."
Chen Ling got up and went to the yard. Inside, "Zhenzhen, haven't you put your things away yet? Come out and help me kill the quails."
"Okay, brother-in-law, please wait for a while."
Soon, Wang Zhenzhen came out from Dongwu ran out and went with Chen Ling to pick up quails next to the pigeon nest.
The price of quail is not as good as that of chickens and ducks, and they cannot be sold for much money.
They won’t lay eggs in winter. It’s a waste of food to raise them. It’s better to kill them and eat them. In addition, the life span of quail is extremely short, only living about two years.
Such as quail chicks start laying eggs in less than two months after hatching, and they continue to lay eggs for seven or eight months at a time.
Because they have a short lifespan, they will quickly enter old age after overwintering.
Even Chen Ling didn't have a good solution for this.
All he can do is make them better and more delicious when eating them.
...The next day, at around nine o'clock in the morning, Liang Hongyu and his wife arrived.
I was extremely happy when I found out they were back.
After learning that Wang Zhenzhen had brought them a lot of delicious food, they even smiled from ear to ear.
"My mother was very happy when she found out that my sister and I recognized an aunt again. She specially made steamed meat cakes, fried walnut and jujube cakes, and Qiuli paste. Let me bring them to you, hehe."
< br>"Good girl, my love for you is not in vain."
Liang Hongyu happily held the little girl in her arms.
But in my heart, I thought how could I call me an aunt? From the perspective of your sister and brother-in-law, you should have called me aunt.
But there are many things I can’t say.
Now we are gradually getting to know each other, and the two sides are getting closer. As an aunt, no matter how good she is to the children, people will not think too much about her.
Qin Rongxian also smiled.
Then he suddenly remembered something and said to Chen Ling: "Fugui, there is something wrong with the pigeons you raised. I wonder if you noticed it?"
"Pigeons? They are just caught wild pigeons. Ah, what other problems are there?”
“It’s not about the wild pigeons. It’s because you have different numbers of male and female pigeons. There’s only one male, and the remaining five are all female.”< br>
"Ah? No way!"
Chen Ling was stunned for a moment.
Then Qin Rong and I went to the Pigeon Nest to have a look.
Chen Ling grabbed a handful of corn from the vat and whistled.
The pigeons flew onto Chen Ling's arm and pecked at the corn kernels in his palm.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Ling grabbed them one by one, grabbed the wings respectively, and looked at the tail.
As expected, it was just a male pigeon.
"Yes, I noticed it when I was feeding them two days ago. Your pigeons are not afraid of people, and they always fly to my hand."
"I grabbed the wings and looked at them. Look, it’s quite strange, I thought you knew.”
Qin Rongxian said.
It is very simple to identify male and female pigeons. Grab the two wings of the pigeon, just like grabbing a chicken. The female pigeon has an upturned tail, and the male pigeon has a downward tail.
In addition to this, you can also identify the pigeon by pinching its mouth. Hold the pigeon's mouth, stretch it forward, and struggle backwards. If the head is thrown back, it is a male. If there is no reaction, or it may squeak. It's the female dove.
"Uncle Qin, can you also look at male and female pigeons?"
Chen Ling said with a smile.
“I just learned it. I turned a few pages of your book on breeding and epidemic prevention and saw it from above.”
Qin Rong pointed to the direction of the kitchen first, "The book said that pigeons are a male and a female. I saw that you have a lot of female pigeons, so I thought you were raising them for meat pigeons."
"No, I really didn’t pay attention before.”
Chen Ling responded and looked at the six pigeons walking around, cooing and waiting to be fed.
“No wonder they became a pair, and the other four each occupied a nest.”
“I thought they didn’t adapt before.”
After saying that, he smiled at Qin Rongxian: "Ignore them for now. I will catch two wild pigeons another day and give them a few more males."
Pigeons live much longer than quails and are worth raising. .
We will train several homing pigeons and racing pigeons in the future.
That guy can be released to play games or something if he has nothing to do. He can also be resold for a lot of money, so it is not a waste of time to raise him.
So the old man and the young man got into the kitchen, heated up the oil in the pot, and started to fry the quails.
For half a year, the quails continued to hatch and breed, one nest after another, and there were about thirty quails in total.
This time I picked ten big ones. They were killed and pickled yesterday.
Now apply the batter, brush with the seasoning batter, and fry the quail according to the method of fried chicken.
It tastes better than the traditional fried quail method.
The meat will also be more tender.
The oil pan is boiling hot.
Chen Ling grabbed a pickled quail and rinsed it several times in the seasoning in the porcelain basin. The whole quail was covered in a paste made from eggs, starch, flour, and various seasonings. , and then put it into the oil pan.
There was a sizzling sound.
The oil pan started to churn.
The quails were put in one after another, and the rich fragrance soon wafted out.
Outside the courtyard, Wang Chunyuan's family, who had just returned to the village, smelled the fragrance wafting out and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"What did that kid do? Why does it smell so good?"
Wang Chunyuan only felt that the smell became more and more fragrant, and he couldn't help but twitch his nose and sniff.
"That bastard has never lived a good life. I don't know what to do with a little money. I will eat him to death someday."
Qin Dongmei cursed with a livid face.
When he looked up again, Wang Chunyuan had already opened the curtain and gone out.
......
Chen Ling never expected that someone would come to visit in time for a meal.
Although I have heard people say before that Wang Chunyuan looks like a dog, he is actually very thick-skinned, and I can see it today.
It is true that visiting widows all day long was secretly regarded as a joke. Even after hearing that his wife might cuckold him, he still acted like a normal person.
This face must not be too thin.
"Fugui, do you have a pump at home? I wanted to go to the county to see if any construction teams could start work, but the tire was a little flat."
Wang Chunyuan entered the yard and I asked, and then walked straight to the kitchen.
Chen Ling had just finished frying the quails and was stunned when he saw this.
But facing such a person, since he has no shame, Chen Ling will naturally not give him any shame either.
"Hey, what kind of delicious food is Fugui cooking? It's so fragrant."
At this time, Wang Chunyuan's eyes had already fallen on the fried quail in the bamboo basket, attracted by the delicious smell.
“I fried some quails.”
Chen Ling smiled softly, passed him with a bamboo basket, and shouted into the main room: “The quails are fried, really. Come here quickly."
When Wang Zhenzhen heard her calling, she immediately jumped up and ran over from the house.
"It smells so good, brother-in-law."
"Here, bring it into the house and eat it, so that your sister can take two less bites."
He then said to Liang Hongyu and the two sitting on the threshold: "Uncle , Auntie, if you think it’s too spicy or salty, wait for the steamed buns to come out and eat together later.”
“I understand, don’t worry, your cooking aunt doesn’t know yet.”
Liang Hongyu naturally saw what Wang Chunyuan was thinking when he came to the door at this time, so she pretended to be annoyed and glared at Chen Ling: "Hurry up and get someone a pump, don't just worry about food."
"Oh, I'll get it right away."
Chen Ling gave Wang Chunyuan an apologetic smile and went to the woodshed to get him a pump.
Wang Chunyuan really didn't expect that when Chen Ling came over in a hurry to get his meal, he wouldn't even give in or say a polite word.
Let him just stare and swallow.
For a while, Chen Ling was scolded in his heart.
When Chen Ling took out the pump and sent Wang Chunyuan outside the courtyard gate, the man actually parked his bicycle in front of the gate.
That’s pretty good.
"Brother-in-law, this fried quail is so delicious. Look at me tearing it apart, the meat inside is still steaming."
At this time, Wang Zhenzhen held a fried quail. She ran out, followed by a shameless and stupid Hei Wa, looking at her eagerly.
Especially when he saw Wang Zhenzhen tear open the fried quail with golden and crispy skin, revealing the tender, juicy, steaming and juicy quail meat inside, Hei Wa drooled crazily and waggled his tail crazily.
Wang Chunyuan couldn't help but swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.
"Woof woof woof..."
A dog's ears are sharper than a human's. Perhaps hearing the sound of him swallowing saliva, Hei Wa suddenly shouted at Wang Chunyuan.
"What are you doing, Hei Wa, go aside quickly."
Although Chen Ling disliked this person, he was also afraid that his dog would scare people.
When Hei Wa heard Chen Ling's scolding, he immediately stopped shouting, and instead stepped forward and sniffed around Wang Chunyuan's bicycle.
"Fugui, this dog of yours..."
Wang Chunyuan suddenly didn't dare to move. Heiwa's size suddenly made him regret it.
I saw Hei Wa sniffing his bicycle, then cocking his hind legs in a swaggering manner, facing the wheels of the bicycle, and peed loudly.
Wang Chunyuan’s face turned green for a moment.
After Hei Wa peed, he sat down on the ground with his swaggering buttocks, blocking the way in front of Wang Zhenzhen, staring at the quail meat in Wang Zhenzhen's hand, sticking out his tongue, still looking honest.
"Hahaha, Hei Wa, you have so many bad intentions..." Wang Zhenzhen was amused, he pulled off a bone and handed it to Hei Wa's mouth. Hei Wa was so excited that he quickly took it into his mouth. , the crunchy taste is delicious.
Chen Ling saw that Wang Chunyuan looked ugly, so he kicked Hei Wa and cursed severely.
"This dog has been spoiled by me. Don't be the same as him."
(End of Chapter)