Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zhu Laojiu really treasured his two sons and hoped that they would carry on the Zhu family line. It can be said that there are few families nowadays who do not care about this, and this is still the case even in later generations.

Population planning has been implemented since the 1980s. Although no one admits that it is compulsory, the actual situation is that it is voluntary. If you dare to have a second child, you will lose your job if you have a company, and you will be fined to death if you don't have a company.

I can’t say too much. If I say too much, those born in the 1980s will have so much tears that they won’t have anywhere to shed them.

But even in such a background, there are people who are willing to spend all their money just to have a son. I wonder if you have noticed that after the 1980s, in any family with many children, the eldest is usually a girl. This is an idea that Chinese people cannot get around.

Perhaps it was because Zhu Laojiu doted on his two sons too much, or perhaps it was because he started educating his two sons in that aspect too early, causing them to see things they shouldn't have seen at a young age and be obsessed with that matter.

After half-understanding it, Zhu Damao's brother couldn't stop, so his development was incomplete, which made Zhu Laojiu very anxious.

When Zhu Laojiu heard what the boss said, he instantly became furious. What the hell?

"Tell me clearly what's going on?" Zhu Laojiu asked angrily.

No one knew what Zhu Ermao was thinking, as he refused to say anything. But Zhu Damao did not hide anything and told him everything.

After hearing this, Zhu Laojiu was completely confused. He didn't know how his son did it. If he hadn't smelled the odor, he would never have believed it. He thought it must be Zeng Wangcai who was behind it.

So Zhu Laojiu transferred all his anger to Zeng Wangcai. He felt that fighting to the death was okay, but doing so... was too much!

"Go back and let me see. After that, I will take you to Zengzhuang to settle the score. I will see if they dare to beat the three of us to death!" Zhu Laojiu said with a gloomy face.

"Oh!" Zhu Damao agreed. For some reason, there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

On the other hand, Zengzhuang was very different. At this time, the news of the victory over Zhujia Village had spread, and everyone in the village was smiling.

There were three big black pots and stoves at the entrance of the canteen, with firewood burning brightly under the pots.

One pot was covered with a wooden lid and something was being cooked, another pot had a steamer on top and was emitting steam, and the third pot was the busiest, with people crowded around it, watching the village chef - the cripple Li Baotian - roasting meat.

The half-grown children in the village would circle around that pot, then look at that pot, and then ask: "Uncle Tian, ​​Lame, is the meat ready?"

Li Baotian would say with a smile, it’s still too early!

Li Baotian, nicknamed Field Mouse, is not from Zengzhuang, but he has settled in the village for more than ten years. Only older villagers know about Li Baotian's past.

In his early years, Li Baotian lived next to a big city. His family had a house and a field (don’t sing it out loud...). Later, due to some unspeakable reasons, his family fell into poverty. His wife and children left him, and Li Baotian’s fields were also gone. He could only work as a barefoot doctor relying on his medical skills.

Later, Li Baotian made a mistake while treating a cow and had one of its legs broken. At that time and even now, a cow's life is more precious than a human's life. The lame Li Baotian was taken in by Zengzhuang and guarded the ancestral hall. Later, when a production team was established, Zeng Laosan arranged for him to be a cook.

It’s no secret that Li Baotian’s cooking skills are pretty good. It is well known that wild boar meat is very tough and tender. I don’t know what Li Baotian added to the pot, but the meat smelled so good.

"Go, go, go and play somewhere else!" Zeng Lao San came over and chased the children away, scolding them with a smile, "I have told you so many times, just call me uncle, why put a cripple in front of me, it's not proper at all."

Li Baotian smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm a cripple anyway, so talking won't hurt me. Village chief, are you really going to eat all this meat in one meal? And there are also two-grain buns. If you eat all of this in one meal, your life will be difficult in the future."

Zeng Laosan was lucky to have Li Baotian in the canteen. Without Li Baotian, the canteen of his production team would have collapsed long ago. Li Baotian always managed to make wild vegetables taste different.

"Eat them all. We will kill chickens later. Wangcai gave us ten pheasants. There will be fish delivered this afternoon!" Zeng Laosan said without any pity. "The children have worked hard today. They must eat well. Life will be more difficult if people are not united. As for the food, don't worry. Take out all your best cooking skills later. Secretary Wang will be here in the afternoon. Invite him to have a meal and drink some wine. After he eats and drinks well, take the meat and fish away. I don't believe that we can't get more money from him."

Li Baotian agreed with a smile.

In fact, both Zeng Laosan and Li Baotian understood that the soil and water of Zengzhuang's fields were more than enough to feed the entire village, but too much of the annual output was taken away. If the commune could relax its grip, Zengzhuang would have a much better life.

Li Baotian took a big shovel and climbed onto a long bench with some difficulty. He stir-fried the meat in the pot vigorously, and the aroma of the meat became stronger and stronger.

Zeng Laosan remembered something and said, "Baotian, I'll ask Accountant Hu to keep the accounts. There are 39 people in total. Each person should have three steamed buns made of 200 grams of flour. You can also make some soup. You can't eat it plain."

"I know, the bone soup in that pot is ready!" Li Baotian pointed to the big black pot with a lid and said, "Village chief, that's Wangcai, such a capable young man. I didn't pay much attention to him before. I took a good look today. He has brought a lot of benefits to our village."

Zeng Wangcai's original body came back a few times a year, far less often than he does now. He had no interaction with Li Baotian, so he looked unfamiliar to him, which was quite abnormal.

"Our village has a Wangcai. That's because our ancestors have accumulated good karma." Zeng Laosan turned around and saw Zeng Wangcai and more than 30 people walking over with their heads held high. He pointed and said, "That's it. Without Wangcai, your craftsmanship wouldn't be as good as it seems."

Li Baotian glanced at Zeng Wangcai who was coming over, nodded and said nothing more, concentrating on cooking. He fried the meat until it was a little crispy before getting off the stool, going back to the cafeteria to bring out a black jar, and adding the little lard that was boiled out.

"Uncle Tian, ​​this meat smells so good. Are the buns ready? We're going to go fishing after we eat!" Xiaohu came over and took a sip and said to Zeng Wangcai, "Brother, you haven't eaten the food in the cafeteria before. Uncle Tian's cooking skills are no worse than those in the restaurant."

Zeng Wangcai was a little surprised. He was a foodie who knew how to eat and cook. Since his original memory did not have much about Li Baotian, it was hard for him to imagine that there was such a great man in the village.

He took a sip and said affirmatively, "Not bad, Uncle Tian's cooking skills are no worse than Sha Zhu in our courtyard."

"I don't deserve it!" Although Li Baotian didn't know who Sha Zhu was, he thought that anyone who could be compared with Zeng Wangcai must be good, so he was subconsciously humble. "I just did it randomly. I like to think about it. Many things in the wild can be used. Hey, Accountant Hu is here. You guys go eat. The village chief said that each of you will have three big steamed buns and a bowl of bone soup..."

Accountant Hu came over with a notebook in his hand. Then Li Baotian opened the lid of the steamer, revealing big golden steamed buns.

Li Baotian opened the big pot of stew again, and the aroma of broth mixed with wild vegetables wafted out immediately. Everyone among the thirty or so people couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

After smelling this, Zeng Wangcai looked at Li Baotian with admiration and thought that he was a talented person. It was not easy for him to achieve this level with a big stove and a big pot.

Without further ado, under the envious eyes of the other villagers, the thirty-nine people started to eat, with each person receiving three large steamed buns and a bowl of fragrant broth.