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After two days, Wu Zhanfang's rice noodles were ready, and they were all eaten up by the people in the village. They took them home and cooked them, and they tasted much better than those sold in the town.

This rice noodle does not add anything other than rice and water. It is sticky after being pounded with a windmill. It becomes soft when it is boiled in boiling water. After a while, it tastes good. It is not easy to boil. Compared with her rice noodle, The ones in town are literally plastic strands.

In order to sell it at a good price, their family asked the two guys in charge of purchasing from Jiwei Building to bring back two catties as usual. As a result, Ma Congrong sent someone to bring a message the next day, saying that their rice noodles were good, but before he The master introduced a village that specializes in making rice noodles. It is also an old craft. We have cooperated for a long time, and there has been no trouble, and the output is guaranteed, so we don't plan to change suppliers for the time being.

Hearing what the people from Jiweilou said, many people in the village felt pity for Wu Zhanfang, but she could see it for herself. Nowadays, on the Internet, as long as the goods are good, reputable, and expensive, they can be sold. Weilou doesn't want it, she can just sell it on Luo Xingyou's online store.

As for the price, it is currently set at seven yuan a catty, deducting the rice money. If she makes thirty or fifty catties of rice noodles a day, she can earn one or two hundred yuan. With hard work, you can only make so much rice noodles. If you cook them at night, the quantity can be doubled, but people can’t bear it. When the wind mill is pounding, people have to go over often to look over the noodles. Yes, you can't completely ignore it.

When the indica rice in Wu Hongfu's field is harvested, the price of their rice noodles will probably increase once. Wu Hongfu came out and told people that for the indica rice he planted this year, her daughter will pay him five yuan per catty. If someone grows indica rice, she will accept it at the same price. As soon as the words were released, many villagers wondered whether they should work harder to plant two seasons of indica rice next year.

Those who make rice noodles have to have a lot of rice washing water every day. After thinking about it, Luo Meng drove a tricycle with a bottle of buffalo milk hanging on the front of the car. They went to the back of the village.

"Zhanfang, where are you drying rice noodles?" Luo Meng rode a tricycle up a small dirt road on the hillside. From a distance, he could see a lot of bamboo boards on the hillside. Wu Zhanfang and her mother Zhang Chuncao were wearing them. Working in a straw hat.

"Yes." Wu Zhanfang smiled at Luo Meng.

"Luo Meng, why are you here?" Zhang Chuncao also straightened up to greet Luo Meng.

"Aunt Chuncao, I didn't know you were here. If I knew, I would have brought an extra bottle of milk." Luo Meng said, taking off the plastic bag with a bottle of buffalo milk on the front of the car and handing it to Zhang Chuncao.

"Come here, what else do you want?" Zhang Chuncao declined, took the bag happily, and handed it to Wu Zhanfang: "You drink, the buffalo milk produced by our local buffalo can feed people. "

"Luo Meng, why are you here today?" Zhang Chuncao asked Luo Meng again.

"Oh, that's right, I just remembered that your family makes rice noodles every day, and you have a lot of water just for washing rice. If it's useless, let me take it back to feed the cows, and change a bottle of water for sister Zhanfang every day." Drinking milk, what do you think?" Romon said with a smile.

"Hey, you can't do it! A bottle of your buffalo milk costs a lot. What is this rice washing water worth? You can't do it!" Like today, drinking a bottle of their buffalo milk occasionally, That's also fresh, and it's inappropriate to take advantage of others every day.

"What can't you do? After two days, Uncle Hongfu will take back the rice in the field, and your family uses good rice for making rice noodles." From last year to now, the price of rice in Dawan Village has also risen, and now it is even higher. Wu Zhanfang charged a high price of five yuan for indica rice.

It is not unreasonable that the price of rice here is getting higher and higher. First of all, in the past two years, people in Dawan Village have gradually abandoned chemical fertilizers and used farmyard manure. The other is that they do not use pesticides. This kind of rice is expensive everywhere, especially Last year's Baidupu incident was so troublesome, and their village is now well-known on the Internet. After this year's autumn harvest, the japonica rice in Dawan Village may sell for more than six or seven yuan.

"Hey, how can you be ashamed? Otherwise, we can still have some broken rice flour here every day, and we can get some fine bran when we mill the rice later. It's not good for our family to raise chickens, I'm afraid it won't be clean. I'll give it to you when it's time."

Zhang Chuncao thought in her heart, this broken rice flour and fine bran are not good things, even if she doesn’t give it to Luo Meng, if someone in the village comes to ask for it, she will not give it. She might as well give her daughter a bottle of water milk every day. OK

"We have to count the broken rice flour and fine bran separately. I raise so many chickens and cows on the mountain, and I have to buy a lot of bran from our village. And Luo Hanliang doesn't raise pigs, so I must buy them from the village. Take it, and we will have as much as we need."

Last year, there were few people who grew grain in the village. Luo Meng and the others raised chickens and cattle. At first, they searched everywhere for grain. Now he has grown a lot of grain on the mountain, but the price is so good that he is not willing to use it. Come to raise livestock. Fortunately, there are more people farming in their village this year, and it is estimated that they will be able to collect some from the village.

"Why are you so polite? Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore." Zhang Chuncao waved his hand and accepted the matter with a smile.

Hearing what she said, Luo Meng smiled and didn't say anything else. He turned around and looked at their hill. The place was much smaller than Niuwangzhuang, and some terraced fields were built at the foot of the hill, and the hillside was full of weeds and trees. Yes, the area on the top of the mountain has just been cleaned up recently. A windpipe was built, a wooden shed was built, and a spacious open space was also cleared up for drying rice noodles.

"I said that your place is spacious enough. It is really suitable for drying rice noodles. Is it convenient to use water?" Luo Meng asked the two of them.

"No, there is a spring under the rock pile over there. Zhanfang's grandfather dug a well there before. The weather is so dry this year. There is still water in the well. It is very useful to clean it up."

"It would be much better to have a well, like their small slope..." Just as Romon said this, he heard the sound of "buzzing" cars coming from the bottom of the hillside, and he ran to the side steep slope for a while. Look, I saw Luo Hanrong's car climbing uphill. Unfortunately, this mountain road is narrow and full of rocks, and the pickup truck is struggling to climb.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Romon squatted on a rock on the edge of the mountain, and shouted down.

Luo Hanrong poked his head out and saw that it was Luo Meng, so he simply stopped the car, stood on the side of the road and raised his head and shouted to Luo Meng, "Why are you here?"

"Hahaha, I know what your kid is doing here. Let me tell you, it's too late. Come back." Thinking that he was one step ahead of Luo Hanrong, Luo Meng laughed happily Get up, what else can Luo Hanrong come here for, isn't it to get some rice water or something to go back to feed his brother Luo Hanliang to the pigs.

"You're pretty fast, you!" It was such a coincidence that Luo Hanrong couldn't help but also laughed.

"Can you be unhappy? Where can we get rice soup for our buffalo?" Romon was in a good mood at the moment.

"Okay, then I won't go up, I'm going back." It just so happened that his car couldn't climb the hill, so Luo Hanrong didn't go up the mountain anymore, and carried a car full of empty pots to the reservoir to pump water.

"Is this Hanrong?" Zhang Chuncao asked, she couldn't see the mountain from where she was standing.

"Yeah, I went back again." Luo Meng smiled and unloaded a few empty pots behind his tricycle, and put them in the wooden shed beside the wall: "I put the pots down for you, what time do you usually go?" Taomi?"

"In the morning, you can come and pick up the vegetables after you sell them."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow to pull it off. You guys should be busy, I'm leaving."

"Hey, go slowly."

When Luo Meng's tricycle came down the mountain, Wu Zhanfang asked her old lady, "Mom, do we really want to exchange rice water for buffalo milk?"

"If you feel embarrassed, you can also soak the broken rice flour in the rice washing water. I think it's about the same." It's useless to give rice washing water to their family. It's good to drink cattle. I have also fed chickens and cows at home, and I know that this thing looks useless, and it is really good to feed livestock.

"Okay then." Wu Zhanfang also knew that being in the countryside is not as good as in the city, and it is impossible to calculate everything so clearly with others, and friendship is only possible when there is communication. If you feel that you have taken advantage of others this time, you can return a little more next time and go back. up.

"How is it? Is this milk delicious?" Zhang Chuncao asked her.

"It's delicious, I've never had such good milk!"

"Give me a drink."

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In the middle of June in the Gregorian calendar, the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching. Xiao Shulin plans to catch some small shrimps and sell them in the town. He will sell a batch at this time, and then buy a batch of shrimp seedlings back, and mix large shrimps and small shrimps.

Xiao Shulin worked meticulously. He searched for some information and read a few books. He even prepared the shrimp feed himself, mostly from Niuwangzhuang. These shrimps were raised well by him. It is reasonable to say that it will be another year. It can only be caught and marketed in a month, but in the past few days he caught a few, straightened them and measured them, and they all grew to six or seven centimeters.

Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin fished some by themselves and fried them. Fried leeks with small river prawns were delicious. The shells of the shrimps were so tender that they could be chewed even with the shells. Add a few more peppers, it is definitely a good dish to go with wine.

Not to mention Yaya Dabao in the southeast and northwest, even the Northwest aborigines like Hammer and his family are very hungry. Since Dabao ate fried river prawns once, he seems to be less attached to the raw prawns in the reservoir.

Just in time for the completion of the cowshed, it was rare for Romon to be generous and let those who participated in the construction of the cowshed come to Niuwangzhuang for the Dragon Boat Festival, and he would hold a pig-killing feast.On Luo Hanliang's side, Luo Meng now has nine big pigs and three small pigs, a total of twelve. Luo Meng wanted to take advantage of the weather not too hot to eat a good meal of meat, and wait for seven or eight pigs. month, I don't like to eat these greasy ones anymore.

But Luo Meng didn't know that the news that he was going to hold a pig-killing banquet spread in many places in Tongcheng in a blink of an eye.

this side.

"Xiao Rong, tell my elder brother that I won't be going back on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival. You can eat?"

"Why don't you come back? I have gathered a lot of good things."

"Hmph, what's so delicious about that thing of yours, Romon is going to hold a pig slaughter feast."

"Pig killing feast?"

"That's right, the pork from Luo Hanliang's family is what you say is so good. Have you ever seen the pigs that Luo Meng fostered in their house? That kid often goes over to feed some of his own pigs, and feeds those pigs to their full potential." Ah, tsk tsk, anyway, I won’t go back for the Dragon Boat Festival, so you can eat by yourself.”

"Wait, don't hang up, why haven't I heard that he has pigs?"

"This kid plans to feed himself. Isn't the cowshed completed this time? It's rare to be generous."

"I will also go there on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival." Ma Congrong made a decision.

"You want to come over for the big festival? Are you afraid that your father will break your leg?"

"It's okay, the old man has been talking about going to Niuwangzhuang to have a look. I'll pick him up when the time comes."

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the other side.

"Master, will our old restaurant be open on Dragon Boat Festival?" Fatty Hou was talking on the phone in the corner.

"It's a big holiday, when the business is the best, how can you not open? Look at you, you have been out for so long, and you still haven't made any progress." Chen Fuhan taught.

"Oh, forget it." Fatty Hou said wearily, originally planning to call his master over for a good meal.

"Forget it? If you have a holiday on the day of Dragon Boat Festival, you will come to Tongcheng. This time, the master bought some delicious food from other places, and I will let you, a greedy ghost, follow suit."

"No, we're having a pig-killing feast here during the Dragon Boat Festival."

"What's wrong with the pig-killing feast?" It's rare that the apprentice doesn't buy it when he thinks about being kind?

"That's our boss. Didn't they foster a few pigs there? I often go to see them. Oh, hey, I've grown so big, I've never seen such a delicious pig!"

"Your kid is good at it now, and you can tell if it's delicious when you see it?"

"Really master, you have to trust me in this matter, and you can't miss it."

"Really that good?"

"It's good. I killed one during the Chinese New Year. Back then, I was young, tender and tender, and tasteless. Now that I've grown up, it's oily and slippery..."

"Success, I'll take your two juniors to Niuwangzhuang on the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Then no business?"

"It doesn't matter if you earn one day less."

online.

"Old Zhou said he was going to put on a pig-killing banquet!" Such a red post was posted on the Tongcheng Forum!

Later it wrote: "Everyone who helps to repair the cowshed has a share, let's let each other know!"

"Oh! Those pigs that are said to be better than Luo Hanliang's family? Is he really going to kill that pig?"

"Old Zhou is an honest person, he won't fool us with pigs bought outside."

"Hahaha! Sure enough, I've been moving stones for so many days!"

"Good old Zhou!"

"On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, I have to go to Niuwangzhuang no matter what I say!"

"I think the pigs in Luo Hanliang's family are good enough. Even if they are the best, what does it taste like?"

“Absolutely delicious!”

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"Come on, this year's Dragon Boat Festival, bring your wife and children to Niuwangzhuang!"

"What? Is there an event at Niuwangzhuang during the Dragon Boat Festival?"

"Pig killing feast, comrades!"

"Hey, I said he should have held such an event a long time ago!"

"This time I went to Niuwangzhuang, after all, I didn't want to be a cheap labor force for Lao Zhou!"

"Hey, after being exploited for so long, I finally have benefits!"

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"What's going on?"

"It is said that there will be a pig-killing banquet for the Dragon Boat Festival!"

"How much are the tickets?"

"I haven't heard of it. It shouldn't be cheap. What do you think is the cheapest thing on the mountain?"

"If it's not cheap, I'll go too!"

"Comrades! Copy wallets!"

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"Hey! Those above, you made a mistake. Those who didn't participate in the repair of the cowshed don't have the benefits!"

"Hey! How many are there!!!"

"It seems that many people have misunderstood, what should I do?"

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On the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, Luo Meng was in a good mood. Early in the morning, he went boating with Xiao Shulin on the reservoir, caught a few barrels of small river shrimp, and brought them to the town to sell. The price was 80 yuan per catty. The money they received made them both smile. , This river prawn is easy to raise, the growth cycle is short, the price is good, and it is especially suitable for the water quality here. It is really profitable to raise this thing.

In addition, they also sold a batch of young roosters and a lot of green vegetables. People in the town are willing to eat better during the big festival. Vegetables that are usually considered expensive, this day is really free to buy.

"Boss, come back quickly, we have a lot of people here, and they all want to eat a pig slaughter feast."

At around 08:30 in the morning, just as the store was deserted, Luo Meng received a call from Chen Jianhua. Chen Jianhua is now the steward of Niuwangzhuang, so he naturally calls Luo Meng his boss. I don’t know why, but for Luo Meng Meng, he just thinks that the boss is more fluent than the boss, the manager, and Mr. Luo.

"It's okay, you entertain first, we'll be back in a while." Romon didn't take it seriously, there were indeed quite a few people who participated in the repair of the cowshed, and he was mentally prepared for this.

Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin finished selling the day's vegetables, packed up the store, and then drove back to Niuwangzhuang. Xiao Shulin drove, put Xiao Boss down at the blacksmith shop first, and said that he would pick them up later to Niuwangzhuang. Eat pig slaughter feast.The car started again, and Luo Meng sat in the passenger seat, humming a song, and divided the red notes earned today into two stacks, one for him and one for Xiao Shulin.

The two people who had made enough money both had beaming faces. When the car drove up to the top of their own hills, Romon felt that something was wrong. Why were there so many people? So many people participated in the repair of the cowshed?After entering the courtyard, Luo Meng was dumbfounded: Ancestor!Are these people here to eat pork? ! !