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Soon, two cheap laborers from abroad came to Niuwangzhuang. One was named Mike and the other was Charles, both in their 30s. A lot of strength.

When they first arrived in Niuwangzhuang, these two foreigners felt relatively good about themselves. As citizens of developed countries, when they came to this small mountain village in a developing country, even if it was not obvious, they still felt somewhat superior emotional.

After they arrived in Buffalo Town by car, they took the ox cart to the intersection outside Niuwangzhuang just like other people who came to work, and then got off and walked.

"Hurry up! Hurry up and still catch up with lunch."

"It's too late to eat steamed buns!"

"I don't know what to eat for lunch today?"

"The old pickles from last time are really delicious, I wonder if there are any more?"

"I heard that Lao Zhou killed a sheep a few days ago. Fatty Hou cooked a big pot of haggis soup for everyone. It was so fragrant that people wanted to swallow it with their tongues. I just missed it..."

"Why are they in such a hurry?" Mike and Charles also followed others, each took out a steel coin and handed it to the driver, and then walked on the gravel road by the creek with their luggage.

"It seems to be in a hurry to eat?" Charles has been in Hong Kong for a long time, and he has heard a few words in Chinese, such as eating, hello, sorry, thank you, etc. Simple words and sentences, he can still understand a little , more will not work.

"Just to eat?" Mike looked at the group of men and women who seemed to be reincarnated from hungry ghosts incomprehensibly: "Is this place very poor?" Judging by their clothes, they don't seem to be very poor. Could it be that they have money to buy clothes but not money to eat? ?

"Maybe it's because it's free." Charles reluctantly gave a plausible explanation.

"There is no free lunch at Niuwangzhuang." A middle-aged man who came up from behind, seeing the two foreigners talking in English as if no one else was there, couldn't help grinning at them, and then spoke in fluent English said to them.

"Hello." Both Mike and Charles felt a little embarrassed. They didn't seem to expect that there would be someone who could understand their conversation on such a country road.

"Hurry up, or there will be only steamed buns to eat." The middle-aged man waved his hand and ran forward without being polite to them.

"..." Before the two foreigners came to say anything in a hurry, the man who had just talked to them had already run away, leaving only a short and fat figure behind them. This guy had a big beer belly and ran away. Get up fast.

Although there are well-meaning people reminding, the two foreigners who have just arrived have not been able to snatch these old fritters who come to Niuwangzhuang every now and then.

This day is Saturday. Considering that there may be some workers arriving at Niuwangzhuang before and after the meal, Fatty Hou and the others have to do more when cooking, but even so, it is often not enough to eat. Yes, I had no choice but to eat steamed buns. The courtyard now steams a lot of cornmeal steamed buns every day, which is not bad for them to eat.

Eating steamed buns alone was too dry, so Fatty Hou cooked a big pot of soup for these people, took a few shredded Coprinus comatus just shipped from Shangshui Village today, and shredded some tofu and green onions, and waited for the soup When it is almost cooked, thicken it with the potato flour produced by Niuwangzhuang, add some egg flower, and drip some sesame oil.

After the hot soup is cooked, find two people to put the soup pot on the big table outside, and whoever wants to eat it can make it himself. The steamed cornmeal steamed buns are also put on the side in a whole cage, and there is another jar. Crispy and spicy side dish.

Under the guidance of a young guy, Mike and Charles went to the side cabinet to get the common tableware, lined up and ordered a bowl of hot soup, took two cornmeal steamed buns, and took a small plate of pickled vegetables with serving chopsticks ...

"Gulu!" Sitting at the dining table, facing a bowl of egg drop soup and two cornmeal steamed buns, Mike couldn't help swallowing a big mouthful of saliva. In fact, he wanted to do this when he just smelled the fragrance, just for the sake of image I have been patient.

"Gulu!" Charles also swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Eat quickly, eat fast, maybe you can make another bowl of soup." The boy on the opposite side sipped the soup while blowing the heat in the bowl.

"!" Mike and Charles looked at each other, then quickly picked up the spoon, scraped off the top layer of thick soup and ate it into their mouths, and then took a bite of a cornmeal bun!Well!tasty!

The fighting power of the Westerners should not be underestimated. After working so hard, the image of Mike and Charles in everyone's minds suddenly increased. Mike killed seven cornmeal steamed buns by himself, which is definitely an unattainable height for them.

After the meal is over, these people can already laugh and chat with each other. Mike and Charles don't understand Chinese, and the English level of these Tongcheng people is also uneven. Some of them speak fluently, and some even What I learned in school has already been returned to the teacher, and I mixed half Chinese and half English, and the chat was very lively.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in Niuwangzhuang. In the afternoon, these people were assigned to plan the cowshed. Their task was to clean out the straw and cow dung in the cowpen, and then spread clean straw inside.

People who come to Niuwangzhuang have basically done this job, no matter if they are men or women, all of them are holding their sleeves and wielding a shovel. The village is for work, and Lao Zhou never showed mercy to them, nor would he treat his Niuwangzhuang as a tourist attraction and ask them to wander around casually.

Speaking of which, Lao Zhou has been in a pretty good mood recently. Not only did he solve the problem of pao'er thorns, but he even sold out the baskets of defective products that had been hoarding for a long time in the warehouse.

It turns out that since the beginning of spring, many people in the town have grown vegetables and mushrooms on their balconies. These defective baskets from Lao Zhou’s family are cheap and of good quality, and they can be used as flower pots with a layer of plastic film inside. , People who bought it before thought it was easy to use, and soon became repeat customers, leading many people in the town to buy it, and people from Yongqing Tongcheng also bought it, just because the price was cheap.

Now walking on the streets of Buffalo Town, looking up, many of the balconies are hung with such baskets, and various green leaves emerge from the baskets.

There are also people who use this kind of basket to hold mushroom bags. Put a few mushroom bags inside, cover with a piece of newspaper or something, sprinkle some water, hang it in any cool and ventilated corner, and you can read it every few days Until some mushroom heads grow out.

On Saturday, Houwazi and the others didn't have to go to school in the town, so Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin took him to the hillside behind the village to watch someone make a windmill.

Wu Zhanfang has made rice noodles for more than half a year, and has already earned some money. Seeing that this year's new batch of rice is growing green again, in a few months, the first season of this year's indica rice will be mature again, so she It is decided to repair two more wind turbines, and the three wind turbines will operate at the same time in the future, and the rice noodles that can be made every day will also increase a lot.

Luo Meng, Xiao Shulin and the others are watching a few carpenters work here, and sometimes they can help. Houwazi and Luo Meihui and Luo Meiling are somersaulting on the bamboo frame not far away, each of them is as flexible as a monkey Yes, I don't feel dizzy when I turn somersaults round and round on the bamboo frame.

"Zhanfang, with these three windmills running together, how much money will you make a day?" Luo Minghui's wife Huang Huizhu talked to Wu Zhanfang with a smile.

Everyone in the village said that Wu Zhanfang and her son were a couple, and Huang Huizhu also deliberately facilitated it, but the two young people moved too slowly. Wu Minghui probably lacked confidence because he had never made any money. Not very positive either.

"I can't make much money. The rice in our village is not cheap." Wu Zhanfang smiled shyly.

"Then grow it at home." Huang Huizhu said with a smile, Wu Zhanfang is capable, and their family is not bad. Both his man and son are able to bear hardships and stand hard work. All the fields that can grow rice in the family will be planted this year. Yes, although his son has not made any money so far, several ewes are already pregnant. When this batch of lambs come down, won't they be sold for cash?

"Aren't you thirsty? Eat tomatoes." At this time, Zhang Chuncao went up the mountain with a basket of small tomatoes and greeted everyone to eat tomatoes. She knew what Huang Huizhu meant, and she and her man were quite satisfied with that young man Luo Minghui. It's just that the young people's affairs have to be left to the young people themselves. If they succeed, they will not succeed. It's best for them, the elders, not to get involved.

"Romon, I heard that you bought a lot of economical sheep last year. How about they are ready to sell now?" Huang Huizhu smiled, took a bunch of small tomatoes from the basket, and ate them again. Talk to Romon.

"Stay tender, let's raise it for a while." Luo Meng looked at the slope with a smile, where Xiao Shulin was assembling a windmill with two carpenters, looking at his serious expression, slender and powerful figure, what do you think? No matter how beautiful it is, it looks beautiful everywhere.

"Do these sheep have to be sold to Hong Kong this time?" The people in the village heard that Wu Zhanfang's rice noodles were sold to Hong Kong. Rice noodles can be sold there, why can't I sell my own stuff?

"I don't know yet." At that time, [-]% of them will probably sell some of the past.

"Hey, we've all heard that those sheep on your mountain are watched by that group of monkeys." The paper couldn't contain the fire, and the matter of the monkeys on Niubei Peak couldn't be hidden from the people in the village in the end. .

"Hey." Romon smiled and didn't say much.

"It's really easy for you, kid. Look at Luo Minghui's hard work every day. It's good for you to send monkeys to help you do all the work." They all felt very strange, and when the strange energy passed, only envy remained. It would be great if they could let the monkeys help with the work!

"You can still get pies in the sky that day. What can those monkeys do? They are the best at eating." Lao Zhou sniffed, and immediately talked with others about how these monkeys spend food and how difficult it is to deal with: "Such a large group of monkeys put hundreds of goats, and we both had to give them food every day. Last time I delivered cornmeal steamed buns for a few days in a row. Guess what, the monkeys took the lead and went on strike. , don’t drive the flock out in the morning, Baba shuts them up in the sheep pen for a whole day of hunger..."

Over here, Lao Zhou is talking to people like a spittle, and over there at Niuwangzhuang, the two foreign friends who just arrived today are in big trouble.

"Wow! Bark!" Yaya Dabao surrounded the two of them near a clump of prickly pears, just now they both saw that these two guys picked a lot of fruits here to eat.

"..." Mike and Charles scratched their heads and felt very embarrassed when they saw a lot of people looking at them. Just after everyone cleaned the cowshed, Brother Na Maocheng asked them to rest for a while, saying it would be 10 minutes When they went to dig a biogas pool later, the two of them sat on a random hillside, and there happened to be a clump of thorns growing next to them.

The pau er thorns on Niuwangzhuang were planted randomly, one clump here and another, they looked like wild ones, they didn't take it seriously, they picked the fruit and ate it while discussing the next plan , I ate a little more without knowing it, until I was surrounded by these two big dogs.

"Quickly say 'I won't eat next time'." A kind-hearted elder sister reminded them both.

"What?" Sentences of this level are really too difficult for these two Chinese illiterates.

"I won't eat it next time!" The older sister repeated it again.

"Boots, boots..." Charles opened his mouth, trying to imitate the pronunciation of the sentence.

"Next time." Two elderly people happened to pass by, and seeing that the two foreigners could not speak the secret language, they also stopped to teach them.

"Boots, boot circumference..."

"Down! Go back!"

"Boot circumference..."

"..."

"Woo..." Yaya Dabao looked left and right, both father and son were confused by them, what's going on?