Ding!Your golden finger has been delivered

In the scramble by the crowd, the pork in Fang Zhengxin's car was almost sold out in less than an hour.

All the folks who got the meat were beaming and asked their children to go home, chatted in the square, and discussed whether to roast the meat or make dumplings.

If there are missing seasonings, you can borrow some vinegar from my family, and I can borrow some soy sauce from your family. The villagers who usually don’t pick much are generous.

As they talked, everyone was hungry, and the square was filled with the sound of swallowing saliva.

Fangzhengxin's meat was sent back by five catties for each family in the village. Some families didn't need that much, so they left some. Some families lived relatively well, such as Aunt Niu's family, so they began to ask him about it. Can't sell any more.

"Okay, since everyone has bought it, if anyone has money left, it's fine to wrap it up."

"Look at what you said, who can make a circle? It's not like there are mountains of gold and silver at home." Aunt Niu slapped him lightly, and pointed to two yuan neatly, "It's just these two yuan, don't weigh it, just give it to me .”

Everyone present could see clearly that this piece of meat was definitely more than a catty, and at the same time grateful for Fang Zhengxin's kindness in their hearts, they naturally believed him very much.

Fang Zhengxin gave him the meat, and when he saw the old man Niu standing behind, he joked, "Uncle Niu, you will have a good meal tonight."

Uncle Niu took a puff of cigarette relish, the wrinkles on his face smiled, and said comfortably, "It's all thanks to you."

"Thank you for what I'm doing. It's not like I didn't confiscate the money."

Fangzheng Xin waved up the handful of banknotes in his hand, as if he had taken advantage of it, making everyone laugh.

In fact, who doesn't know that pork of this quality doesn't need meat tickets, it's obviously Xiao Fang's loss.

Be more grateful in the moment.

Liu Quan rolled his eyes, wanted to leave the square, but couldn't bear to take his eyes off the piece of meat, subconsciously felt in his pocket, only found a few cents.

Since the villagers refused to lend them grain and were warned by the captain, they bought grain to survive. Liu Quan's family was not rich, and the money brought to him was not much.

He turned his head to look at Wang Xia, rolled his eyes, and said deliberately: "Comrade Wang, do you want to eat meat?"

Wang Xia looked at him suspiciously, "What can you do?"

"How about we chip in and buy some?"

Hearing that money was required, Wang Xia's expression was ugly. It is true that she came from Beijing, but her family background is far from being as rich as she usually shows. Those exquisite and decent clothes are all because she pretended to be pitiful since she was a child. Coaxed from my sister.

Since the accident happened at the little sister's house, she has severed all ties with others. Naturally, she has no source of income. Her parents are only ordinary workers, and they still live in a small house assigned by the unit. The family only has two bedrooms.

Her brother and younger brother share one room, and her parents share one room, so she can only sleep in the living room. Although there is a partition, it is very inconvenient.

Because of this, she resented her parents and even the whole family very much. She felt that they favored sons over daughters. In a fit of anger, she filled out the registration form and left home to become an educated youth.

The few cents and dimes on her body were all coaxed by her from the young people in the village, so how could she spend them casually?

Thinking of this, she showed a disgusted expression, and glanced at the meat on the cart, "It's so cheap, who knows where he dragged the unclean meat, it's either a dead pig or a sick pig, I don't buy it .”

Hearing her words, the educated youth, who was a little moved, was taken aback, and suddenly looked at Fang Zhengxin with a very unfriendly look, as if he had cheated them of their money.

The square is so big, and the villagers could hear it clearly, and their faces changed instantly. Wang Xia was a little proud, waiting to see the scene where Fang Zhengxin was attacked by everyone.

Unexpectedly, everyone didn't agree with her, and instead aimed their guns at her.

"You are a doll, you speak so viciously!"

A middle-aged man with a stature as strong as an iron bucket stood up, looked at her with an unfriendly expression, pointed to the pork on the car and said: "This meat is red, white, and red. The boundaries are so obvious. The color is bright and shiny, and the taste is delicious." It's also bland, without the smell of medicine, and it looks like freshly killed meat. How did it become problematic meat in your mouth?"

Wang Xia was so frightened that he backed away, and responded with a dead mouth: "Who are you? Why do you say what you say? I can't believe what I say, but you can?"

The man smiled, and slapped the donkey cart, all the flesh shook upwards, which showed the great force.

"My old Zhu has killed pigs for half of his life, and the meat he handles can fill the cellar of our village. How can you tell if pork is good or bad, and you need to teach me?"

Aunt Hua added fuel and jealousy: "Wang Zhiqing, you missed your mark this time. Zhu Laosan was a pig butcher back then, and now he goes to the supply and marketing agency to help butcher pigs from time to time. Among other things, this pork will never be seen." Goofy."

"That's right, you are a dead pig and a sick pig if you keep your mouth shut, what are you so concerned about?"

"I think she is an educated youth who is jealous. If you ask me, it's really unnecessary. If you want to eat, go buy it yourself, and no one will stop you."

The people in the village, especially the women in the village, really looked down on Wang Xia for a long time, and now they are looking for an opportunity to stand up and sarcasm.

A big girl came out, shaking black braids, holding three pieces of pork in her hand, walked around in front of her brightly, and said with joy: "Wang Zhiqing, isn't your family quite rich? Why don't you buy it?" Take money out to buy it? Could it be that you don’t have money?”

"Look at what you said, Wang Zhiqing's piece of clothing is worth more than us, so what is that little pork?"

Some people echoed her, which was obviously ironic. These are the original words Wang Xia usually used to ridicule the girls in the village, and now they are returning to her, which can be regarded as a breath of anger.

Wang Xia was so pissed off by the village girls who usually looked down upon them, Xiang took the money and slapped them in the face, but he was shy in his pocket, and slammed down, "I don't eat unclean pork!" Then he turned his head and ran away .

The educated youths at the educated youth spot looked at each other, discussed for a while, collected money, sent a representative out, asked Fang Zhengxin to buy two catties of pork, and left surrounded by them.

"Bah!" Aunt Niu took a breath in the direction Wang Xia was running away from, comforting Fang Zhengxin, "Xiao Fang, don't listen to her nonsense, we all know your character, even though our villagers are ignorant, we can still share it." Regardless of good or bad, I will never let anyone bully you."

Others followed suit, "That's right, she couldn't afford it at first glance, and she wanted to beat her up. Who doesn't know her virtue, so don't take it to heart."

"I know, thank you uncles and aunts, I will take the leftover meat back to make mushroom meat sauce, and when it is done, I will ask the village chief to distribute it to everyone."

"Oh, how embarrassing this is, you can take it back and eat."

"I still have it at home, and I want you to try my handicraft."

"Then we'll just wait and taste?"

Everyone chatted and laughed for a while, unable to resist the temptation of meat, scattered and went home.

That night, the smell of meat wafted from every household in the village. This New Year's Eve, everyone in Yongcheng Village ate a mouthful of meat and lived a very satisfying life.

Children are running and jumping, while playing around, their eyes are still staring at the stove, and from time to time their elders stuff their mouths with a bit of fried crispy oil residue. The feeling of fulfillment and happiness is enough for them to remember it many years later. still fresh.

In the drafty cowshed, a pot of stewed meat and a large bowl of dumplings were placed in front of Song Zhengwen, which Fang Zhengxin secretly brought over in the dark.

Ever since he experienced great changes, this was the best food he had ever eaten. Thinking of his daughter's letter from the day before yesterday, saying that he had arrived at He's house and was well taken care of, he finally showed a vicissitude-stricken smiling face, and his chest was full of hope.

During the Chinese New Year, Fang Zhengxin began to organize the village to dig a cellar, and built it in a deserted place at the foot of the mountain. He led the team leader by the hand and taught him how to make fungus bags, how to disinfect and sterilize, and how to separate mycelia.

The first thing he cultivated were oyster mushrooms and flower mushrooms, both of which were high-quality strains bought from supermarkets. They germinated very quickly. When the temperature rose, within ten days, round and smooth canopies emerged. , Wait until about 30 days before they can be harvested.

The mushrooms produced in this kind of family workshop can be harvested in about ten days, and the mushroom bag will be replaced when they are old. The materials in the mushroom bag culture bag are also simple, just wood chips and some nutrients, which can be said to be very cheap.

In order to maintain the convenience of getting water, Fang Zhengxin asked the village to dig a small pond near the cellar to draw water from the mountain spring. The village chief and the villagers quite supported his decision, and they did not delay at all.

The hard work paid off, and when the first batch of mushrooms were shipped out from the cellar, the villagers could hardly believe it when they saw the carts full of thick mushrooms.

Chasing after him, he asked, "Xiao Fang, did we plant this? Why are you so successful?"

Fangzheng couldn't help laughing, "Old man, it's not like we planted it or it fell from the sky. The temperature is still a bit low today, and the first batch of production is not high. Everyone takes it back to eat and taste everyone's harvest."

"It's not that high! It's almost a thousand catties!"

Even Song Jianye, who had been studying with him, screamed out in surprise. It was obvious that he was watching something growing up day by day, but it felt unreal when he saw it.

Fangzheng gave him a blank look, and brought the mushrooms to the village chief to the village square, and distributed them to every household in the village on the spot, according to the number of heads, everyone could eat.

Many people came to thank him, Fang Zhengxin didn't dare to take the credit, and quickly said: "This is all the hard work of everyone, I will guide and guide by the side."

"You can't say that. Without you, we people, how could we grow such a good thing."

Some people looked at the mushrooms in front of them and hesitated, wondering: "Xiao Fang, I don't have many family members, can I exchange them for something?"

"Of course, what is given to you is yours, and you can arrange it as you like." He also knew that the villagers would not let go of eating, and said, "Don't worry, as long as you look after it, this is a steady stream of harvest. After waiting For a while, make sure everyone gets tired of eating."

The words made the villagers smile, and they paid more attention to the cellar.

After the arranger had mastered the planting and maintenance techniques, Fang Zhengxin began to think about opening the factory again. This time, the village chief did not refuse, and took him to the commune himself. After going through the process, the mushroom factory was successfully established.

For this reason, a house was repaired in the village and used as a factory building. After a few days, Fang Zhengxin pretended to entrust someone to buy the equipment and arrived, and the glass jars for mushroom sauce also ordered the source of goods from outside manufacturers.

Each household has a worker, who has been busy for several months, and when the work is completed, it is ready to start operation.