Crossover boy farming

In Zhang Wuliang's house, there are no married women, and there are no aunts and uncles to visit for New Year's greetings.

So in the whole first month, it is actually the most leisure time.

At home, Zhang Wuliang taught Chen Xiaonian and Zhang Zhenyong how to read in the morning and how to count in the afternoon. They lived a relaxed life.

Of course, they had prepared another thing during this period of time.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, on the morning of the Lantern Festival, the three sons of Uncle Zhang’s family and Zhang Wuliang and others.

After the gathering at Zhang Wuliang's house, at Zhang Wuliang's order, they set off towards the town with their things loaded.

Every year in Shuangwan Town, there will be a Lantern Festival, guessing lantern riddles, watching juggling, and the festival of lanterns that is popular among boys and girls. This day is a rare day without a curfew, and the whole night is very lively.

However, Zhang Wuliang and the others came to the town not only to participate in these activities of guessing lantern riddles and setting off lanterns, they also had other plans.

After Zhang Wuliang and the others entered the town, they went straight to the busiest street of the Lantern Festival at night, where vendors had already set up their stalls.

When Zhang Wuliang saw it, he quickly found a place on the street, put down his things, and then started to arrange them with Chen Xiaonian and Zhang Zhenyong.

And Zhang Zhenzong and his group continued to walk into the street with their belongings.

Next to it was a stall selling lanterns. The stall owner was sitting behind the stall, looking at them warily. Zhang Wuliang smiled at him and greeted him, but got no response.

Zhang Wuliang shrugged indifferently, then turned around and continued to clean up his stall. The lantern stall owner saw him take out a few lanterns, and immediately showed such an expression.

But then the stall owner's expression became more and more puzzled.

Because when he saw this newcomer, he untied the rope from the wooden frame he had picked up and put it in front of him. He also took out an iron plate and several wooden boards from below, and put them on top to make a platform.

Then I took out a lot of bamboo tubes filled with green onions and various things, and put them on top, as well as pieces of tofu, dough, and a lot of bamboo sticks...

The more things were brought out, the more confused the stall owner was: what is this newcomer here for?

When he saw that Zhang Wuliang had arranged things and started the stove, he had already given up the management of expressions.

Zhang Wuliang raised the stove, heated the iron plate, sprinkled with oil, put the small tofu cubes prepared at home one by one, sprinkled with seasonings, and started frying. After turning it over, add another prepared seasoning.Then sprinkle some scallions and sesame seeds, and this sizzling tofu dish is complete.

The lantern stall owner next to him sniffed the scent in the air, looked at the tofu on his table with golden skin, covered with red sauce and embellished with green shallots, and swallowed.

At this moment, Zhang Wuliang picked up a piece of cut oil paper, put four pieces of tofu on it, inserted bamboo sticks, and handed it to him.

"My little brother is here for the first time and wants to do some food business. I don't know how it tastes. I would like to ask my brother to taste it and give me some advice."

The lantern stall owner swallowed slightly, then reached out to take it with a reserved face: Since what he said is so sincere, then I will reluctantly help him taste it.

The lantern stall owner took the iron plate tofu from Zhang Wuliang and held it in his palm. The tofu was still hot just after it was taken off the iron plate.

The lantern stall owner puts a piece into his mouth with a bamboo stick.Immediately, his eyes lit up, and the sauce on the tofu immediately filled his mouth, igniting his taste buds, and the spiciness was just right.

After one bite, it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, hot enough to reach his stomach, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth, he couldn't help inserting another piece.

Zhang Wuliang asked next to him: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

The lantern stall owner had a mouth full of tofu, so he had no time to talk to him.He just nodded crazily, and then inhaled like a gust of wind, one piece, two pieces, and soon he ate all the iron plate tofu in his hand, and then licked the corner of his mouth with unsatisfied desire.

This expression at least shows the unanimous praise received at home.Did not add too many emotional points, Zhang Wuliang expressed his satisfaction.

Then he picked up two bamboo sticks and inserted one into each of the two people beside him who were drooling wildly.

Zhang Zhenyong and Chen Xiaonian didn't expect to be able to eat it themselves, and immediately took it from Zhang Wuliang's hand with a smile on their faces, and happily ate it.

Zhang Wuliang looked at it, and reminded him: "There is only one person. If you eat them all, we will lose if we don't earn enough money."

As soon as the two heard it, their expressions immediately became a little aggrieved, and their chewing movements also slowed down: they wanted to taste it slowly so that the taste would stay in their mouths for a while.

The lantern stall owner watched silently for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "How do you sell this?"

"Huh?" Zhang Wuliang didn't expect the first business to come so quickly, and quickly quoted the price negotiated before: "Three pennies and four yuan."

Not very cheap...

The lantern stall owner was a little tangled up, when a gust of wind blew by and brought a scent to his face, he shrugged his nose: Never mind! "Give me four first!"

"Okay." Zhang Wuliang stretched out his hand towards him.

"The lantern stall owner only reacted, and quickly took out three copper coins and put them in his hand."

"No... oh, it's also..." Zhang Wuliang put the money into the money box, then stretched out his hand to him and said, "Give me the oil paper in your hand, and I'll use that for you."

"Ah?" The lantern stall owner looked at the oil paper in his hand, and then silently handed it to him: Really picky.

Zhang Wuliang glanced at him: Don't think that if you don't speak, I don't know what you are thinking, what's wrong?Oil paper does not cost money!

When Zhang Wuliang handed the oiled paper to the lantern stall owner again, he was very sensible and didn't ask Zhang Wuliang for another bamboo stick, but took the one in his hand and ate it.

The lantern stall owner decided to eat slowly this time.So I freed my mouth and chatted with Zhang Wuliang: "It's the first time meeting you little brother, isn't he from the town?"

Zhang Wuliang smiled: "Why is it that I am not from the town just because you met me for the first time?"

"That's it." The lantern stall owner's tone was full of pride: "I, Wu Maoqian, have been in the town for so many years. There is no one in this town that I don't know, and there is nothing I don't know about."

"Oh?" Zhang Wuliang became interested: "So, brother Wu is still a know-it-all?"

"Hey." Wu Maoqian swallowed a mouthful of tofu, and was a little humble: "I don't dare to be a know-it-all. It's just that if I hear a lot of gossip, I will naturally know more."

It's a pity that from his frightened tone and expression, there is no hint of humility.

"But many of these gossips are false, how can you be so sure that you know everything in the town?" asked Chen Xiaonian next to him.

"You don't understand this, right?" Wu Maoqian said in a profound manner: "The things you read are too superficial, and often only gossip can dig out the inside story."

Chen Xiaonian had a look of disbelief.

"Look, you still don't believe it." Wu Maoqian was in a hurry. After searching for four weeks, he lowered his voice and said, "Let's just say a few days ago, someone threw a pile of dirty things in the courtyard of the street, and the woman in that house made a lot of noise. of.

Sometimes they say it was done by street gangsters, and sometimes they say it was done by street beggars, but in fact..."

Wu Maoqian paused on purpose, looked at Zhang Zhenyong and Chen Xiaonian, and seeing the curious expressions on their faces, he continued, "Actually, it was the Aunt Zhou from the house next door to her who threw it."

"Ah? Why?" Chen Xiaonian was a little surprised.

Wu Maoqian snorted: "Why? It's not because of the usual grudges. The woman from the family whose things were thrown is a well-known tigress in the street. She usually likes to spread gossip and has a vicious mouth. It's cruel." Wu Maoqian looked very contemptuous of that person.

"Some time ago, a little daughter-in-law came to Aunt Zhou's house. She said she was a distant relative of Aunt Zhou's natal family. She stayed at her house for a few days. My husband cheated on me."

"Ah..." Chen Xiaonian was ashamed of this behavior.

Wu Maoqian raised his eyebrows with an expression of "You know it": "But everyone around here doesn't know what she is. So not many people will believe what she said. A few days ago, this word was spread for no reason. It's in Aunt Zhou's ears, and Aunt Zhou will be okay when she hears it, how angry she is!"

Wu Maoqian said with joy: "Aunt Zhou immediately went home and questioned her husband. After Zhou's family explained it, Aunt Zhou knew that she had lost her head. How could she just believe that? If you said that, you even doubted your husband-in-law, how wrong you should be, and hated that woman who spread gossip in no time."

"That woman didn't get along with Aunt Zhou at ordinary times. She sneered and sarcastically talked a few times, and now she slandered her husband-in-law for stealing people. The new and old grudges were counted together. Aunt Zhou was really angry, so she took advantage of the darkness to throw some of her All the leftover cold vegetables were thrown into her yard."

"But why didn't the family think that it was Aunt Zhou who threw it?" Zhang Zhenyong asked from the side.

"That's a good question!" Wu Maoqian is indeed a good storyteller. Zhang Wuliang thinks that if he is given a desk and a fan, he can become a storyteller: "This one is because that family is stupid." , and the other is because my aunt will be a human being this week."

"Huh?" The two didn't understand.

"Aunt Zhou, she usually greets people with a smile on her face and is friendly with everyone, even if she hates someone, she doesn't show it.

No, even if someone throws things at home, the family still thinks they have a good relationship with others," Wu Maoqian explained.

After hearing the story, Chen Xiaonian shook his head: "It's so complicated..."

"What's so complicated about this?" Wu Maoqian said with an old driver's face: "There are even more exaggerated..."

Wu Maoqian began to tell them another story. Zhang Zhenyong and Chen Xiaonian pricked up their ears to listen, and occasionally exclaimed once or twice. Wu Maoqian told them from the street to the end of the street. A private meeting of unmarried young couples.

Zhang Wuliang's plate of tofu was almost sold out, and Wu Maoqian was still talking about it. Seeing that Wu Maoqian was going to talk about someone else's daughter-in-law stealing, Zhang Wuliang quickly pulled the two of them back.

Put the freshly made burritos into the hands of two people, and let them eat lunch honestly behind the booth, and they were taken away for free.

Seeing that the audience was gone, Wu Maoqian pouted and was about to get up and go back to his stall when Zhang Wuliang took a cake and handed it to him.