Crossover boy farming

Every time Zhang Wuliang opened a piece of tofu, Chen Xiaonian and Zhang Zhenyong were amazed, as if Zhang Wuliang was performing some wonderful magic.

Aunt Zhao looked at them funny, then took a knife and cut the tofu into small pieces, took out several baskets, put a few pieces in one basket, wrapped them in cloth, and handed one to Zhang Zhenyong, asking Said: "Xiao Shitou, you take this to your uncle's house, be careful not to drop it on the way, and come back after delivery, you know? Don't run around outside."

"Got it, ma'am." Zhang Zhenyong picked up the basket and prepared to leave.

But she was stopped by Aunt Zhao: "Wait a minute, go with your elder brother and let him drop you off on the way."

Then he said to Zhang Wuliang: "Daniu, you give this to the village chief's house."

"Okay." Zhang Wuliang put down the things in his hand, picked up a basket from the table, took the one from Zhang Zhenyong, and took Zhang Zhenyong out.

Leaving Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian in the kitchen, Aunt Zhao picked up a basket and stuffed it into Chen Xiaonian's hand, saying: "Xiao Nian, take this to your natal family."

"Ah..." Chen Xiaonian was a little embarrassed: "Isn't that bad?" Didn't the mother-in-law hate her daughter-in-law picking things from her mother's house?

Aunt Zhao comforted: "What's wrong, take the things made at home and give them to your grandma to try."

After all, the Chen family is also in-laws, and the relationship should not be too rigid. The two families come and go, isn't it just that you send something to my house, and I help your family?

The relationship between the two families will be closer after a few more visits, and besides, she doesn't care about the Chen family.Even if the Chen family didn't come to his house to help, and she sent some things to the Chen family, it would be considered as a thank you to the Chen family for teaching Chen Xiaonian so well, Aunt Zhao was still very satisfied with Chen Xiaonian.

Aunt Zhao saw that Chen Xiaonian was still hesitating and refused to leave, she repeatedly urged: "Be obedient, go quickly, the road will be difficult to walk when it gets dark."

"Okay." Chen Xiaonian took small steps forward: "Mother, I'll go first."

"go Go……"

Aunt Zhao sent the person away, and then she took the tofu to the neighbors in the left and right houses to deliver some.

Zhang Wuliang took Zhang Zhenyong to the village chief's house while looking through the memories in his body. The village chief of Taohe Village: Zhang Zhengyang is also the patriarch of the Zhang clan. He is thirty-five years old this year. He is the son of the previous patriarch. Aunt Zhao is of the same generation, and her wife Zhang Qian has a daughter and two sons. She is upright and experienced in doing things, and has great prestige in Taohe Village.It is not because he is the patriarch of the Zhang family that he is too partial to the Zhang family members, and the villagers are also very convinced of him.

Zhang Wuliang has reason to believe that the interior of Yaohe Village can be so harmonious, and people live and work in peace and contentment, and there are no robberies.

Village Chang's house and Uncle Zhang's house are in the same direction where Zhang Wuliang's house came out.

Zhang Wuliang separated from Zhang Zhenyong at the fork in the road, handed him the basket, told him to be careful on the road and went back early, and watched him walk forward step by step.

Don't continue walking until you can't see the past when you turn the corner.

Village head Zhang's house was a little further away than Uncle Zhang's house, and the road was slippery in snowy weather. Zhang Wuliang walked for another quarter of an hour before he saw the gate of the village head's house.

Zhang Wuliang stood at the courtyard gate and called in: "Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang, are you at home?"

"Who is it?" A deep voice came from the warm room, and then saw a young girl of [-] years old wrapped in a big padded jacket, opened the curtain and came out. Seeing it was Zhang Wuliang, she yelled into the room: " Dad, it’s Brother Big Niu.”

Then he greeted him and said, "Brother Big Niu, why are you here? Come in quickly, my father is in the house?"

Zhang Wuliang walked towards Zhang Miaozhen, handed her the basket and said, "I won't go in, my family made some tofu today, and I'll send some to yours."

At this time, Village Chief Zhang spoke inside: "Is it Daniel? Come in and have a meeting."

"No, Uncle Yang." Zhang Wuliang raised his voice slightly and said, "I'm going back now."

At this time, the village head's daughter-in-law, Zhang Qianshi, lifted the curtain and said, "Hey, don't worry, it's hard to come here, come in and sit down, it's very cold."

"That's right." Zhang Miaozhen pushed Zhang Wuliang into the door: "Go in quickly."

"Okay..." Zhang Wuliang had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.

Zhang Zhengyang and his two sons were in the room, looking at the pile of shoes and socks being made next to them, and the bored men lying on the kang, it was obvious that Zhang Qian and Zhang Miaozhen were preparing clothes for the New Year.While the three men were doing nothing, Zhang Wuliang walked in and looked at Zhang Zhenran, the youngest son of the village chief who was covered in the blanket, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mrs. Zhang Qian said angrily when she saw it: "I didn't do it myself. I didn't let him go out to play in the snow. I insisted on going out to play. No, it's freezing."

Zhang Qian's mouth was disgusted, but his tone was distressed.

Zhang Zhenran turned around and turned his face to the other side, unwilling to listen to his mother.

Mrs. Zhang Qian was not happy: "You child, can you still blame you?"

"All right, all right," Zhang Zhengyang interrupted, "Don't you know what he looks like?"

Zhang Qian snorted and said, "It's not what you're used to."

Zhang Zhengyang was very helpless when he heard that, as his mother-in-law, she was usually the one who was most used to Xiaoran, who could not be beaten or scolded, so it would be their fault.

Zhang Zhengyang didn't bother to argue with her, so he looked at the basket Zhang Miaozhen brought in and asked Zhang Wuliang, "Why did your family think of making tofu?"

Zhang Wuliang replied: "Isn't it true that I have nothing to do these two days? I remembered the method of making tofu I heard from people before, so I wanted to try it. I didn't expect to make it. It was the first time I did it. It was not good. How good, give it to Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang, don't be disgusted by Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang."

"You child has one heart, how can we dislike it?"

Mrs. Zhang Qian opened the basket and said, "Hey, how many are there? We can't take this, so you should take it back." As he spoke, he wanted to return the basket to Zhang Wuliang.

Where would Zhang Wuliang pick it up? He looked at Zhang Zhengyang with a disapproving expression, and explained: "It's all water tofu. It's just the same thing if you look at it too much. Aunt Yang put it away, my family has better ones!"

"This...well..." Mrs. Zhang Qian took the basket to the kitchen, took out the tofu from it, and put some homemade persimmons in it.Then he went back to the warm house with the basket. Zhang Wuliang was chatting with Zhang Zhengyang. Seeing her come out, he stood up and prepared to say goodbye. pig?"

Zhang Wuliang was stunned for a moment before he realized that there was only one pig butcher in the village, and he couldn’t keep busy every winter. Later, it was the village chief who first counted who would be killed, coordinated it, and then notified the pig butchers to come. , Zhang’s family kept their filial piety. A few years ago, they couldn’t slaughter pigs, but this year they can. Mrs. Zhao bought a piglet early this spring, and the ones that are well raised are waiting to be killed during the New Year.

As for when to kill Zhang Wuliang, I really don't know: "I don't know either, I have to go back and discuss it."

Zhang Zhengyang nodded, killing the New Year Pig is a big deal, and it really needs to be discussed: "Then you go back and talk about it."

Then he got up and took out a small book from the cabinet, flipped through it and said: "Now there are still thirty, third, seventh, and tenth days are free, your family can discuss it and see which day to choose." .”

"Okay," Zhang Wuliang remembered, and then said, "Then I'm leaving, Uncle Yang."

"Well, let's go, be careful on the road, Miao Zhen will give you a big brother."

"Okay." Zhang Miaozhen sent Zhang Wuliang to the door, and Zhang Wuliang asked him to go back. Zhang Miaozhen looked at Zhang Wuliang's back and said, "Brother, go slowly, be careful not to fall."

Zhang Wuliang waved to him and said, "I know, you can go in quickly."

On the way Zhang Wuliang was walking back, Zhang Zhenyong was also bouncing back in a good mood. He had just blown a wave of bullshit at Uncle Zhang’s house and described Zhang Wuliang’s process of making tofu vividly and vividly. Feel the ups and downs.

Although he didn't remember much, and he was beaten up by Brother Zhang several times.

But these little things did not affect his proud mood.

The same thing happened in Chen's house. Chen Amu was stunned when she saw Chen Xiaonian came back with a basket of tofu that was said to be made by herself.

Then Chen Xiaonian bragged about Zhang Wuliang fiercely to the Chen family, blowing Zhang Wuliang into the sky and the earth.

Of course, there are also neighbors around the Zhang family. In Aunt Zhao's modest, low-key and ostentatious tone, they all know that Zhang's big cow made tofu.

Of course, Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiaonian would not foolishly tell people how to do it. As for Zhang Zhenyong: what way?All he knew was that his elder brother stirred the tofu in the soy milk a few times with a spoon, and then the tofu came out.

Aunt Zhao, Zhang Zhenyong, Zhang Wuliang, and Chen Xiaonian returned home one after another after delivering the tofu. In the evening, at the dinner table, the family ate freshly made tofu.

Zhang Wuliang raised the question of killing pigs, Zhang Wuliang looked at Zhang Zhenyong with a funny face, he was still eating, but when he mentioned that he was going to kill pigs, he still heard the sound of him swallowing saliva.

Zhang Wuliang asked: "The village chief said, there are still [-], [-]rd, [-]th, and [-]th days. When do you think our family is suitable?"

"Thirty, thirty" Zhang Wuliang spoke positively, the sooner he kills the pigs, the sooner he can eat the meat.

Aunt Zhao thought more about it: "Although the sooner the better, it still depends on when your uncle's house is free, so that we can arrange the pig-killing meal."

Chen Xiaonian also agreed.

Zhang Wuliang said: "Okay, then I will go to Uncle's house tomorrow to ask."

Suddenly, he was looking forward to it. Pig-killing rice, he thought of thousands of braised pork, pork stewed vermicelli, pork dumplings, pot-wrapped meat, jelly with pork skin...