Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

The mountains are covered with haze and are washed by a layer of haze and sand.

The mountain road is winding and difficult to pass.

Li Weijun stood on tiptoe and looked, and saw the outline of Zhaojia Village in the distance, with wisps of smoke rising slowly.

It was already time for lunch. Fortunately, the big brown horse had good strength and Ma Xuewu drove the cart as fast as he could. Finally, they arrived at Zhaojia Village before lunchtime, otherwise they would have gone hungry.

"Projectionists from the city? You all know how to keep track of time. Park your car in the stable, unload your things, and come to the village guesthouse for dinner. Don't waste time. If there is no food, the village office will not cook."

Zhao Kaitai, the secretary of Zhaojia Village, was sitting at the threshold of the village office weaving straw sandals with a water pipe in his mouth. Hearing the noise in front of the door, he raised his eyes to glance at the dusty people and spoke in a rough voice.

It can be seen that this is a capable and temperamental person.

"Hey! You old comrade, how could you be so blind? You didn't see that it was the projectionist who came to the village to show movies. It would have been fine if you didn't send someone to pick him up, but you even skimped on the food."

Li Weijun, Xu Damao and the others hadn't spoken yet. After driving for a long time, Ma Xueli, who was dishevelled, hungry and thirsty, could no longer sit still.

After all, he was the production team leader of Cantou Village. How could he have ever been looked down upon like this?

Zhaojia Village doesn't even have a basin of water to wash dishes. Isn't this pure neglect?

"What, you have a problem? I'm not begging you to come to the village to show movies. If you have a problem, just get out of here. If you don't have a problem, just keep it to yourself. Who has the time to bother you with nonsense when you have no food to eat?"

Zhao Kaitai put down the straw sandals he had already woven, held the water pipe, squinted his eyes, and scanned everyone with the attitude of a hunter.

Such a bloodthirsty and dangerous look made even the experienced Li Weijun feel a chill down his spine, not to mention Xu Damao, Song Gongming and others.

After Ma Xuewu muttered a few words, he drove the carriage to the stable to feed hay in a sullen manner.

Li Weijun and others went to the village guesthouse to have lunch first. They had cornmeal paste, steamed corn cobs, and boiled potatoes. There was hardly any salt, let alone meat.

This made Song Gongming, the military advisor, who had thought that he could take advantage of the situation by following here and have a good meal in Zhaojia Village to satisfy his appetite, extremely disappointed.

This meal is not only inferior to the banquet at Cantou Village last night, but it is also not as good as the food we eat at home during the busy farming season.

"Boss, this is outrageous. Look at this meal. How does it look like it's for projectionists? There's even sand mixed into the porridge. Ugh! It's like eating dirt."

Xu Damao also looked indignant, but after learning from the previous experience, he dared not provoke Zhao Kaitai again.

His eyes rolled around, and he was trying to instigate Li Weijun to cause trouble: "Weijun," Song Laogou is right, projectionists need to eat and drink well, and they can't do without oil and water. Zhaojia Village can't break this rule, otherwise everyone will treat us as soft persimmons and squeeze us at will. Then how can we still be called projectionists? We might as well be called farters."

Li Weijun rolled his eyes, kicked Song Gongmin who was complaining, and lowered his head to chew the corn cob in his hand seriously.

After a long while, he said slowly, "Whoever is the projectionist can say it. I am not responsible for showing movies in Zhaojia Village. I eat whatever they give me as long as I can fill my stomach."

The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. The villagers of Zhaojia Village are tough and fierce. Li Weijun just wants to live peacefully until tomorrow and then return to the factory to report.

Li Weijun didn't care about whether he was hungry or full.

"I, I won't go! Who knows what's wrong with Zhao's brain? What if something bad happens to him..."

Xu Damao shook his head, and shuddered with fear when he thought of Zhao Kaitai's creepy eyes.

A few minutes later, Ma Xueli, who had just added hay and grain to the horses' feed, saw that the welcoming meal was so shabby that his cheeks puffed up with anger, but he still did not dare to get angry.

Zhaojia Village was famous for its bandits, and they were well-known far and wide.

Therefore, several nearby villages basically avoid Zhaojia Village.

After a quick meal, Xu Damao and Ma Xueli went to the threshing ground to set up the projection equipment.

Li Weijun and his military advisor Song Gongming enthusiastically climbed up the mountain from a desolate path in Zhaojia Village to cool off and escape the summer heat.

As the saying goes, live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the water, eat by the water.

The poor people on the other side of Dongting Lake can eat hairy crabs for three meals a day, but there are definitely no large prey such as wild boars in the mountains next to Zhaojia Village.

But the forest is dense and you might run into some fish that slip through the net, such as pheasants, turtledoves, wild pigeons, small squirrels and the like.

However, after an hour, Li Weijun did not find any footprints, hair, or feces of the wild animals mentioned by the survival experts.

However, we found patches of mushrooms in a damp, shaded area in a valley.

The stem is thick and gray-brown in color, and looks like a thigh mushroom. It is a type of boletus and tastes tough and chewy.

It's a bit like Jianshouqing. Li Weijun had tasted Jianshouqing before in Yunnan and Guizhou. If it's handled properly, it's really delicious. But if it's not handled properly, it's as delicious as a ghost.

In addition to these, after walking a few steps, you will see a large area of ​​oyster mushrooms. Their grayish-white and thick caps are great for making soups or cooking.

After pushing aside the weeds, we found some stick mushrooms under the inconspicuous tree roots. These mushrooms are yellowish-brown in color and have small caps. They are the designated side dish for the dish chicken stewed with mushrooms.

When you encounter some local chickens with a strong fishy smell, you can only rely on stick mushrooms to suppress the fishy smell, which is quite effective in enhancing the flavor and freshness.

"Boss, we are so lucky. We came up the mountain to enjoy the cool air and found so many mushrooms. I will go down the mountain and find a sack to pack them all up and take them away."

Song Gongming was overjoyed, but when he looked up, he saw Li Weijun frowning.

"Gongming, I always feel like something is wrong. This mountain is not that big. Logically speaking, if you and I can find it, how can so many villagers in Zhaojia Village not find it?"

After pondering for a moment, Li Weijun shook his head and did not act rashly.

"This... the boss means that these mushrooms were specially planted by someone in Zhaojia Village?"

Song Gongming hesitated for a moment and felt that this might be possible.

In the past few years, most areas suffered from drought, farmland had poor harvests, and food was in short supply. Many families simply ate only one meal a day, at noon, and after eating, they would stay in their rooms, staying still as much as possible to save energy.

Although the weather was good this year, the harvest was good.

But there are still some villages struggling to fill their stomachs. As far as he knows, many brave villages even dare to secretly grow some tobacco husks or leaves.

Compared with these, it is normal for Zhaojia Village to grow some mushrooms secretly.

Looking at the large patch of mushrooms, Li Weijun suddenly understood why Zhao Kaitai was so cold and ignored them.