Chapter 410: Looking for the Tiger Fighting Hero
Han Chuang’s family runs a canning factory, so Chen Ling was not surprised that he could think of canned fish.
"Chuangzi, you have such a flexible mind, you can actually come up with such a good idea, canned fish and meat, just think about it, it is a good business."
Chen Ling made this black with a compliment. The big man was so happy that he almost lost his way.
"Really, is it really possible? If so, let's do it together." Han Chuang said excitedly.
"Haha, let me forget it. I have enough to keep me busy at home. If you really want to do this canned aquatic product, you should go home and discuss it with your brother first. After all, canned meat and canned fruit are not the same thing. "
"If you want to do this business, you have to add a production line specializing in canned meat."
"Yes, yes, you said so. My brother discussed it, hey, it will cost money to open another production line. My father and mother may not agree..."
"I, I, I still listen to you, fish farming and canning first I asked my brother to think of a solution."
"Yes, if you make some money first, your family will trust you, and then everything will be easy to handle."
"Hey, okay."
The two chatted while walking.
I had a drink at Han Chuang’s house yesterday, but I’m not in the mood for drinking today.
Slowly and leisurely I returned to the farm, picked a few yellow apricots, ate the apricots, and watched the fish in the ditch and the pond at the foot of the west mountain.
“Hey, the water in your spring is so ice-cold, why are there wild flowers growing on the stone wall here?”
Arriving at the spring on the northwest side of the mountain wall, Han Chuang washed his face with water and drank two sips of the cool and sweet spring water. Suddenly he saw several small purple-red flowers that looked like bells growing on the stone wall above.
"This is not a wild flower, this is a medicinal material, wild ground yellow. We call it dog milk honey here. Pick one and try it. Its flower core is as sweet as honey."
Chen Ling pinched off two small flowers, handed one to Han Chuang, and then taught him how to suck the nectar from the flowers.
“Well, it’s so sweet. The name is quite weird. It sounds like dog milk honey.”
After Han Chuang tasted it, he picked another flower and pinched it. I looked left and right in my hand, very puzzled.
Chen Ling smiled and said: "It just looks like this, or how it got started. Look at the purple-red outside of its flowers, like the dog's milk hanging down after a bitch gives birth to puppies. The flower core is as sweet as honey, it’s not dog milk honey.”
“Really, why haven’t I heard of this thing before?”
Han Chuang held it in his hand again. Huahua took a few sips and said depressedly.
"Okay, don't worry about this thing. Just look up and see what's in the cracks in the rocks above..."
Chen Ling pointed to the side of his head.
Han Chuang looked at the direction of his finger and was stunned: "Mother, this is a watermelon. Why is it all grown in the cracks of the stone? How did it survive?"
I just saw it. Under the cover of the lush weeds and vines above the stone wall, there are several thick and concave stone cracks. There are several strange watermelons growing in the stone cracks. You squeeze me and I squeeze you, and you survive tenaciously in the stone cracks. , many of them are more than half protruding from the cracks in the rocks, like a round mushroom head drilled out.
"The roots of the watermelon seedlings are at the bottom, and the watermelon vines climb up." Chen Ling pointed to the row of watermelons at the foot of the mountain and explained.
“I only discovered it when I was tinkering with the spring here these two days. It is usually blocked tightly. If I hadn’t built a water tower here and walked this way diligently, I really wouldn’t have discovered it. ”
He didn’t go out of his way to plant melons this year, but a lot of scattered watermelon seeds still grew near the farm.
He usually doesn't pay much attention to it.
Generally, serious melon cultivation requires pressing vines, topping and so on. He relied on the good water and soil environment in his home and never paid much attention to it. He thought that the wild watermelons were left to fend for themselves.
As a result, when I was watering the wheat a few days ago, I discovered that the watermelon vines were crawling everywhere and even on the mountain wall.
There were also a lot of melons.
"Fugui, are you ready to tinker with your little water tower?"
Hearing Wang Laishun's voice, Chen Ling replied without looking back: "Not yet, we'll do it in two days."
Now the flow of water from the spring on the mountain wall is getting bigger and bigger. It is no different from the clear and refreshing mountain spring water in the mountains. It can be drunk by humans and animals. The village is increasingly convinced that his family has a precious townhouse. Otherwise, why would the place have changed so much after he moved here for two or three years?
At this time, another voice sounded: "Why are you building a water tower for Fugui? There is no shortage of water here, so why do you still need a water tower to store water?"
Hearing this, Chen Ling looked back and was surprised. He shouted: "Hey, Old Zhou, what kind of wind brings you here again?"
But behind Wang Laishun, there were also Zhou Weijun, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and several strange men and women following him.
"Haha, I missed you so I came here to take a look. Why are you building a water tower again?"
Zhou Weijun has been to the village three times and is very familiar with the farm. He and Chen Ling are not ordinary friends either. , asked carelessly after walking over.
“Build a water tower for summer use. A spring suddenly appeared here, and the water flowing out was ice-cold. If you build a water tower, it will be easier to keep the fruits and meat at home fresh..."
Chen Ling gave a brief explanation.
“Sounds good, let me try this mountain spring water.”
Zhou Weijun directly rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.
The men and women who came with us were also very surprised. They had never heard that water could emerge from this hard mountain wall.
They also followed suit.
“Wow, the ice is refreshing and a little sweet. It’s much better than iced soda.”
Zhou Weijun squatted next to the spring water and drank a handful, and then another, with his mouth The thick beard on his head was all wet.
The same goes for the men and women who were traveling with them.
Having lived in the city for a long time, such clear and sweet natural spring water is very attractive to them.
"Hurry up and build a water tower, Fugui. What a waste of such cool and sweet mountain spring water flowing into canals and fish ponds."
"Hahaha, you like it so much, give it to me when you leave. You can just bring two pots."
After saying a few words with a smile, Zhou Weijun quickly stretched his neck, tilted his head, and looked up at the cracks in the rocks after learning what he and Han Chuang were doing here. of watermelon. "My dear, this watermelon is really good at choosing places. It grows into the cracks in the rocks. I don't know how it grows in such a narrow crack."
Zhou Weijun admired and said to the people traveling with him: "Did you see what I was saying when I came here? Even if I can't accomplish anything, I definitely didn't come in vain. My brother's village is full of strange things. It’s more fun to come here than to go on a trip.”
“If nothing else, have you seen watermelons growing in the cracks of rocks?”
“No.”
Several men and women shook their heads. They had seen watermelons growing on the ground, but they had never seen watermelons growing in the cracks of rocks.
When I saw it for the first time, I felt very strange. I raised my head and kept looking at it.
Seeing this, Chen Ling went back and carried the ladder out. The mountain wall here was very steep, almost ninety degrees in some places, and it was impossible to climb it with bare hands without relying on a ladder.
Seeing this, Zhou Weijun rushed forward with a playful smile: "Hey, let me come, let me come, I have never picked this kind of watermelon."
No one followed him. Grab it and let him climb up the bamboo ladder.
“Oh, there is a square watermelon with a square head and a square head in the stone trough above. It is quite big. The square watermelon, the flat watermelon, and the stone seam all look like each other. The squeezed out mushroom head..."
Zhou Weijun saw that these watermelons were flat, square, and had all kinds of strange shapes. Some were tightly blocked by wild vines, and some were in stone crevices or uneven stone troughs.
They were all firmly embedded in the cracks of the rocks, like strange green mushrooms drilled out of the mountain wall, which suddenly seemed even more strange.
I don’t know how this watermelon grows here in a place like this.
But when he stretched out his hand to pick one, he couldn't pick one off: "Hey, dear, it's so stuck. It's grown together with the stone."
Continue I tried hard on each watermelon, but in the end I couldn't pick any one even though I cut my palm.
He had no choice but to get down from the ladder, wiped the bloody cut on his hand, and said to everyone: "No, this is really growing in the cracks of the stone. I can't pull it out."
"Old Zhou, you Go and wash your hands, I’ll go up and try.”
Then Chen Ling climbed up the bamboo ladder and tried on various weird-shaped watermelons, and found that the melons growing in the cracks of the rocks were indeed difficult to pick.
Because of his great strength, he could easily pick the watermelon from the vine, but he could not pull the watermelon out of the crack of the stone intact.
These watermelons are embedded firmly in the cracks of the rocks. Unless the melons are broken, they are impossible to pick.
In the end, I had no choice but to pick off a square watermelon growing in a concave stone trough, and pull off more than half of a watermelon squeezed out of a rock crevice. I held it with both hands and slowly took down the half of the watermelon.
Many country children can go up and down the ladder without holding their hands, and Chen Ling is no exception.
However, when Chen Ling took down the watermelon, everyone couldn’t help but be surprised again when they saw the half piece of watermelon: “Good guy, this watermelon that grows in the cracks of the stone is actually still growing. When it's ripe, you can smell the sweet water vapor of the watermelon when you look at the ruddy flesh. "
They found it strange, and Wang Laishun found it even more incredible.
Although Chen Ling’s two watermelon plants are rooted in the ground, according to farmers’ experience, when planting watermelons, if the watermelon vines do not grow close to the ground and grow higher, the resulting watermelons will be longer. Not too big...
It will only grow to the size of two fists at most, and will not grow any longer. Instead, it will fall off automatically over time.
This happened to Wang Lixian’s greenhouse last year. The greenhouse was warm and had plenty of light and heat. A melon vine growing in the corner, left unattended for a while, climbed up along the bamboo pole in the greenhouse and produced fruit. This is the virtue of watermelon.
Those watermelons didn’t grow big at all. They fell down on their own and fell all over the floor. They were full of unripe eggs.
And the watermelons produced by Chen Ling's two melon seedlings can actually grow so big.
It doesn’t matter if it can grow so big, the key is not the raw melon egg with white pulp.
Moreover, the flesh of the half-drawn watermelon that was violently broken open by Chen Ling was extremely red and delicate. Looking at it, everyone had the urge to swallow their saliva.
Chen Ling was also unambiguous. He broke off a few pieces with his hands again and gave each person a piece to taste.
“Damn it, this melon looks so ugly, I didn’t expect it to be quite delicious...” Wang Laishun spit out two watermelon seeds, gnawed the watermelon in big mouthfuls, and broke the rind into small pieces. , threw it into the ditch, causing a group of fish to jump out of the water and fight for it.
Zhou Weijun and others followed suit when they saw this. After eating the melons, they fed the fish with the melon rinds and had a great time.
After eating the melons and feeding the fish, a female comrade and Zhou Weijun whispered a few words together, and then Zhou Weijun asked Chen Ling on her behalf.
It turned out that she thought the square watermelon shape was rare, and the woman wanted to take it back to her child.
It’s just a watermelon, Chen Ling doesn’t care, just take it away.
Seeing Chen Ling’s generosity, the female comrade thanked Chen Ling and said to Chen Ling: “Little brother, we came with Lao Zhou this time because we actually want to ask for your help...”
“Our crew will be filming Water Margin this year, and we still need a suitable tiger-fighting hero. We are currently looking for the few people we have chosen, because when filming the tiger-fighting scene in Jingyanggang, we have to work with real tigers. ’s...
Even if this tiger is borrowed from the zoo, no one has the courage to fight with it.
Later, we heard Lao Zhou talk about you and found out that you had hunted leopards in the mountains and often hunted. We were very surprised and rushed over immediately. "
"... Having said that, it is really difficult for us to find suitable people here. I would like to ask you, are you willing to star? We'll get paid. ”
To be honest, Chen Ling was a little confused after hearing this woman’s purpose. It would be no problem for him to come to him to buy some specialties. This acting matter has come to him, how can he not be confused.
You can’t hit it with eight poles.
“Fugui, don’t be stunned. Think about it, it’s Water Margin, the Four Great Classics, Wu Song, the hero of the tiger fight, others don’t have this chance...”
Zhou Weijun poked Chen Ling with his elbow and encouraged him in a low voice.
If others don’t know, how can he not know?
When she came, the woman was still skeptical, but when she came to the village, she inquired among the brigade and the villagers, and saw Chen Ling again, the woman was immediately moved. She had the courage to fight the leopard, and even With such a tall and heroic appearance, isn't he a suitable candidate for a tiger-fighting hero?
"What, what, you are looking for Ling Zi to play Wu Song."
Han Chuang, who had been silent until now, almost had his eyes popping out of his head, what the woman said He didn't understand a lot of things, but he understood what Zhou Weijun said. This group of people came here to find Ling Zi to play TV, or to play his favorite Wu Song.
Darling, is Lingzi so powerful now?
(End of this chapter)