I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

On the way back they met Wang Shun, Wang Shun still looked dead, with his head lowered and gloomy eyes, as if someone owed him millions, but when he got closer, he suddenly raised his head, a little He nodded at them strangely.

Zheng Chengan also twitched the corners of his mouth.

The wheat was basically taken back to the villagers' homes, and everyone began to gather on the drying ground in the village again, chatting nonsense while watching the wheat prevent the sparrows from stealing it.

When Zheng Chengan passed by, everyone was obviously quiet for a moment, and when he left again, the crowd resumed their clamor.

"Hey, tell me, did Zheng Chengan really forget Yuebai? Why do I look like I'm going to live with Lianxing honestly?"

"Uncle Sun, how many times have I said that Xiaobai really has nothing to do with that guy." Some other young people in the village who have a crush on Yuebai said unhappily.

Sun Ping curled his lips in displeasure, somehow that guy hooked all the men in the village towards him one by one, fortunately he didn't give birth to a son, otherwise he would have to die of anger, but when he spoke again, he didn't Bringing up Yuebai again, "Then what do you say about Lianxing? It's been so long, and I haven't seen Zheng Cheng showing any dissatisfaction. He lives happily all day long."

"Yeah, that's really strange. Does Lao Shizi's amnesia really make people forget everything about the past? I see that boy An is really nice to his new husband now, and it seems that he can't remember the past at all. look." The old man Geng was smoking his pipe and clicking.

"Oh," another person sighed, "what's the use of being nice to him? No wonder their family is so poor that they are so happy to catch a fish in the river. He tried his best not to get fame and also wanted to write scripts to make money."

Hearing these words, some people remembered that when their family was poor, they often went to the river to catch unpalatable fish to eat, and suddenly became depressed and stopped talking.

When I got home, Father Zheng and Mrs. Li were not there.Zheng Cheng'an and Lian Xing disemboweled the forked fish, cut them into sections and marinated them.

Then Zheng Cheng'an found the rapeseed oil squeezed at home, poured half a can into it, and then heated a pot to heat the oil.

Feeling that the time was almost up, Zheng Chengan stuck a chopstick in the center of the oil pan, and fine and dense foam immediately appeared from the bottom of the chopstick, which indicated that the oil was almost hot.

Zheng Chengan picked up pieces of fish wrapped in flour and threw them in. Soon, a tempting aroma came out of the pot.

Zheng Chengan scooped up the bottom of the pot with a strainer, and said, "Lian Xing, stop squatting under the stove, how about this taste? How about salty?"

Lian Xing got up obediently, and took a bite with his chopsticks.

In an instant, his eyes lit up, this food was too delicious, like food from heaven.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the lips and teeth are fragrant. After taking a bite, the pastry is like popping on the tongue, and the fried fish has no earthy smell that was fished out of the river before. If you don’t see it with your own eyes Seeing how it was made, Lian Xing couldn't believe that it was the kind of mouth-piercing fish he often ate.

"Mm... delicious." Lian Xing didn't bother to answer at all, the fish was so tender that his tongue was about to fall off, he hurriedly swallowed a whole piece of fish.

He remembered it after he finished eating, and replied with some embarrassment: "The saltiness is just right."

Zheng Chengan smiled: "Then you can eat a few more pieces."

"No, no," Lian Xing said reluctantly, "Let's keep it." Such a delicious thing must be kept well, and it must not be eaten all at once.

"There's still a lot left, you can't finish it. Besides, now that our family has so much oil, when do you want to eat it in the future?" Zheng Chengan saw Lian Xing's reluctance, and persuaded him earnestly road.

Only then did Lian Xing feel relieved, while looking at the fire, he picked and ate the fish carefully.

Zheng Chengan picked up another pot of meat, took the fishbone meat that Lian Xing handed to his mouth in one bite, and said, "Don't peel it for me all the time, eat it yourself, I'll see you peel it." I didn’t even take two bites of those, but they all went into my mouth.”

Lian Xing pursed his lips and said, "But you are always tired, and I have nothing to do."

Just as Zheng Chengan was about to answer, there seemed to be a sound outside.

As soon as Mrs. Li and Mrs. Zheng entered the house from the outside, they smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar scent. He said to Mrs. Zheng, "Whose family boiled lard? It smells so good? But it doesn't seem to be the same as before. Too much the same."

Father Zheng also sniffed: "Could it be Lao Geng's family?"

"Probably... no." Li said hesitantly, "Old Geng's family's money was spent on wine, or he bought roast chicken in the city and ate it. How could he be willing to bring meat back home?" But he is not sure, after all, the closest to his home is Lao Geng's, this smell is so clear, who could it be if it wasn't his home?

It can't be his own home... right?

At this moment, Zheng Cheng'an called out in the kitchen: "Father, come in and have a taste, Mu, I made something delicious."

Li Shi's face suddenly changed, he finally knew what was strange, this oil tastes good, but it is not the familiar lard, but the strange and novel rapeseed oil they have newly made, how much oil does it take to have such a big taste ah!

When Li entered the door, he went straight to the pot. Such a big earthen stove actually contained half a pot of clear oil. Li felt that it would take him a whole pot.

Mrs. Li was very distressed, how much oil did they fry in total, "Why did you use so much?!"

Zheng Cheng'an took the opportunity to put a fish piece that was at the right temperature in the air and put it into Li Shi's mouth. Li Shi couldn't say what he wanted to shout.

"You!" Li Shi smacked his mouth, but was immediately attracted by the smell, and didn't have the heart to scold him.

Zheng Chengan raised his eyebrows happily: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Mrs. Li glanced at him, he was too hot in the kitchen, so he took a piece out to eat.

Father Zheng didn't have much to say, as long as there was something delicious, he didn't care about wasting it or not.

While eating, Mrs. Li exclaimed: "Hey, is this really the native fish we ate before? This taste is too fresh and tender, it doesn't even have the slightest earthy smell."

Father Zheng: "Yeah."

Mrs. Li said regretfully: "Even if it is delicious, I can't use so much oil. It took so much effort to get it out, and I only got a few cans in total!"

Father Zheng: "Yeah."

Mrs. Li said angrily: "Eat yours, don't be mean."

After the meal, Zheng Chengan took two of the fishes he had fried, and poured the leftover rapeseed oil from his previous can into the bamboo tube, put them all into the vegetable basket, and then went to the village chief's house.

The kitchen of the village chief's house was still filled with thick smoke, and it looked like he hadn't eaten yet, but yes, it was too early for him to fry fish.

There were several little grandsons of the village chief playing at the door, and when they saw him, they called out obediently, "Uncle Zheng."

"Hey, good boy." Zheng Chengan knelt down, patted their heads, and then opened his own vegetable basket, a rich aroma came over his face.

The child's eyes moved away all of a sudden, but he couldn't pull them out.

Zheng Chengan took one piece for them, put it in his hand, and asked, "Is your grandpa at home? Tell him that Uncle Zheng is here to see him."

Several children picked up the delicious food and happily scrambled to help him spread the word.

Soon the children came back and took him to the main room, where the village chief rested and took a nap, looking a little lazy, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

Seeing him coming, he lazily raised his eyelids and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Zheng Chengan said: "Xiaosheng is here to give a thank you gift."

The village chief waved his hand: "Are you talking about signing the contract last time? That's nothing. As a village chief, I should do it. Take what you take back."

Zheng Cheng'an said: "The village chief, don't worry, I believe you will be interested in this thing, because it is related to the livelihood of our entire village."

The village chief sat up and cheered up: "What are you talking about? I won't forgive you if you sell dog meat as a sheep's trick."

Zheng Chengan pushed the vegetable basket he was carrying over, "The village chief will take a look first."

The village chief Fang Gaoyuan opened it, and inside was a plate of deep-fried fish nuggets with a tangy aroma, and a bamboo tube. The village chief pushed the bamboo tube away, and there was clear oil inside.

The village chief frowned, and just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He held the bamboo tube and observed it carefully, then sniffed it carefully, narrowed his eyes, and said firmly: "You are not meat oil. Where did you buy the vegetable oil?"

Zheng Chengan shook his head: "I didn't buy it."

Village head: "I didn't buy it?! What do you mean?"

Zheng Cheng'an said directly: "This is a plant I found in ancient books. It can also extract oil, and it is everywhere in the wasteland of our village, among the mountains and grasses. It doesn't take much effort to plant it. I believe that with it, We won’t be short of oil to eat from now on.”

The village chief's eyes were dark: "What are you talking about?"

Zheng Chengan took out something from his sleeve: "It's this kind of wild vegetable."

The village chief took it and looked at it over and over again. He knew that he shouldn't believe such a fantasy, but his nostrils could clearly distinguish that the two substances had the same taste.

This is the oil extracted from wild vegetables.

The blood in Fang Gaoyuan's chest was boiling, and he was half a foot into the coffin, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a surge of enthusiasm, a vigorous momentum, if he had this thing, their village would be able to eat better, and the money saved could be bought More things, and this oil may not only be eaten by oneself, but also sold for money.

The village chief's heart sank. He didn't believe that this young man would suddenly tell himself these things unpreparedly: "Why do you say these things?"

Zheng Cheng'an said with a smile: "It's an official language. I have a deep friendship with my neighbors in the village. I can't bear to keep it alone, so I want to share it with everyone."

The village chief's expression suddenly lost his composure.

Zheng Chengan shook his head with a smile: "But not only the village chief doesn't believe this, but I also listen to it very falsely."

"It's my own selfishness. It's just that this thing is too simple. After I make it, I can't hide it for too long. Sooner or later, people will find out, and then I will get an unjust reputation."