Yi Chuanzong washed two baskets of medium-sized cabbage very easily.
There is Lao Ma, the big-pot cook, in the yard, so they don't care what is done.
Yi Chuanzong was steaming steamed buns with Sister Hua. Others steamed buns for several days in one pot, but he only had two meals.
Until noon.
A raging fire was lit on the simple stove, and the wood made a crackling sound. Most of the three white stone support legs were blackened, and a large urn squatted on top.
The water in the urn has now boiled, and the aroma of oil that filled the yard, coupled with the aroma of the stew, can be smelled within a hundred meters.
The cadres from the village came over after smelling the smell. Village Chief Fang looked at the two people sitting together and said with a smile, "This wild boar meat is quite fragrant!"
"Hey, the leaders of our village are here! Uncle Yu, Uncle Fang, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Meng... I can't shout, hello, leaders!"
Yi Chuanzong stood up and said hello. He looked at the people coming in one after another from outside. There were the village party secretary, the village chief, the village director, and the village deputy director.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a tough-looking black boy next to Deputy Director Meng!
"Village chief, we can also buy a few piglets in our village. The boys in this village are very energetic. Let them all go to the distant mountains to cut grass. It will not be a problem to raise a few pigs. The pig manure can also support the land!
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"As long as they are raised for a few years, the number will increase. At that time, you can sell them, or the whole village can eat a few big pot meals together. You will just waste some manpower, just to let these brats calm down."
Village Chief Fang's eyes lit up for a moment, and then his face became a little tangled, "In the past few years, we have been raising pigs despite the famine..."
Although he didn't finish what he said, Yi Chuanzong understood that everyone had eaten these sweet potato seedlings. If next year is the same as in the past few years, a few pigs can bring down the village.
"The harvest in our village this year should be better than last year, right? I heard agricultural scholars in the city say that the hard days will be over next year. If you can't do it, just wait until next year and see. Our village still has to raise something. By then
I'll buy you some piglets."
Yi Chuanzong didn't want to do this now, he didn't have money now... God is not optimistic this year either, people don't have enough to eat, let alone feed the pigs.
But his idea is correct. If you can't do business if you rely on mountains and water, you can't do business. It's definitely good to raise something to increase your income.
There isn't much work in the village. This person can always move, but the plants don't grow that fast.
Human time and labor are not valuable. It only takes a few people to collect some grass, set up a pig pen, make pig food, and clean up. Even if there are too many people, only ten people can feed thousands of people.
Done.
Nowadays, feces are good things and can be sold for money, so there is no need to worry about pollution problems.
Such hard-working villagers, as long as they have the motivation to do this, they can definitely do it well. He only needs to help the villagers sort out the breeding information and buy a few piglets.
Village Chief Fang pondered for a moment, then turned to the village party secretary and nodded, "What you said is indeed something you should consider!"
Yi Chuanzong grinned. As long as five pigs can be raised to two hundred kilograms, this is one thousand kilograms of meat. Even if it is sold, it can earn five hundred yuan. The labor force is only two people, leaving out the cost.
More than fifty cents a day per person.
There is still work to be done. In fact, the work in the village does not require that many people. Otherwise, why free productivity in the future?
They are all farming, and simple labor enthusiasm will not increase production much. This is to encourage people to do other things!
The people in the village are struggling now. If there was a way to make money, no one would have trouble with money.
It's just that the cost of raising pigs is too high, and it's also too difficult. If people can't afford it, raising pigs would be a waste of time. The risks are so high that people can't bear it, so they don't dare to have such an idea.
Others don't know what will happen to the day in the future, but Yi Chuanzong knows that things will be better next year, and he will just bring some piglets over then.
If you throw it into the village, can the villagers just ignore it? By then it will be considered as a collective, and others will not be able to gossip.
Once the pigs are raised, people in the village will be motivated to see the good news. There will still be sixteen or seventeen years of this kind of life in the future. If you really have experience in raising pigs, not only will your life be easier, but you will also be able to prepare for the future.
Multiple ways to make money.
"Zhuan Zong, you've been to the city and you've changed a lot!"
A middle-aged man with a kind face smiled.
Wearing a black people's uniform, he looks friendly and a little dignified. He is the village party secretary in the village, the person assigned by the above, and the person with the most power in Xiangyang Village!
Yi Chuanzong held his head high and smiled, "Uncle Yu, do you know who is standing in front of you?" After speaking, he pointed his finger at himself.
Secretary Yu looked at him happily, turned to look at his colleagues on the left and right, and asked loudly: "Who are you? Tell me about it, big guy!"
Yi Chuanzong chuckled, "I will soon be our second eighth-level fitter in Xiangyang Village. How about it? Can I help you look good?"
Secretary Yu shook his head and smiled, nodding with his fingers, "You, you, you can become an eighth-level fitter after entering the factory? Do you know how many eighth-level fitters there are in Forty-Nine City? You are an apprentice, and you still have to wait two days.
Year!"
If you wait two years, there will be no chance. This statement is full of ridicule.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
The leaders in the village burst into laughter, and his arrogant look required a crackdown.
Yi Chuanzong curled his lips. If it were normal, there would be no chance, because in more than ten years there would be no such thing as an eighth-level fitter.
But based on his current rate of progress, he is still a sure shot at becoming an eighth-level fitter.
"Now that I have entered the city, I am no longer a member of our village? I have only been away for a month, and you have forgotten me. How sad!"
The smile on Secretary Yu's face did not diminish, and he tilted his head and asked, "Oh? What do you mean by that? How come everyone has forgotten you?"
Yi Chuanzong spread his hands and said, "My household registration has been moved to the city. You should have received the news. Now I am a formal worker and a fourth-level fitter in the factory. I will definitely become an eighth-level fitter in the future. This is all for you."
have no idea?"
Secretary Yu was stunned for a moment, and after looking at each other with Village Chief Fang, both of their eyes fell on Director Meng.
He was a muscular man with a dark complexion.
Obviously this matter should be handled by the deputy director, but he never told the two leaders at all.
Director Meng smiled coquettishly and said, "The files have been changed. It's just a simple household registration transfer. It's not a big deal."
Secretary Yu nodded lightly. He must have known about the little grudge between the two. As long as the matter was settled, he didn't expect Director Meng to say anything nice to Yi Chuanzong.
Seeing that this was finally understood, Yi Chuanzong said that it was time to resolve any minor conflicts. He shouted softly, "Xiao Erhei! Get over here!"
The tough-headed black boy over there shivered on the spot and reached out to grab the corner of his father's clothes as if asking for help. He was Deputy Director Meng in the village.
Now the director's face looks a little unsightly.
Back then, Yi Chuanzong dragged him and pushed him into the cow dung. It was really embarrassing. It was all caused by this kid who didn't deserve a beating.
There is no such thing as mental compensation now. He will be compensated at most two eggs if he suffers a loss. The problem is that he still owes Yi Chuanzong a quilt, which is a lot of money!
Deputy Director Meng flicked his arm and directly threw away Xiao Erhei who asked for help. He sold his son first.
Seeing that Yi Chuanzong was like this, he obviously knew what happened in the past. Xiao Erhei only received two beatings, and it couldn't be real beatings. He had also beaten his son, so it didn't matter if he suffered a little, since he didn't need money anyway!
Xiao Erhei's heart went cold when he saw that his father was not caring about him. He moved his steps backwards and wanted to run away.
Yi Chuanzong grinned and said, "You run away. If you run away, there will be no meat to eat today."
Xiao Erhei suddenly stopped in his tracks. The fragrant smell of meat could still be smelled in the yard. Is it possible to prevent him from eating meat?
His face became very tangled, and finally he walked towards Yi Chuanzong step by step. When he raised his head, he put on an innocent smile on his face and shouted sweetly: "Brother Chuanzong." Gu.
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Xiao Erhei is the second youngest in the family. The eldest brother is much older than him. Director Meng and Yi Zhongzhou are of the same generation. Even if they are more than ten years apart in age, they are still called brother.
Yi Chuanzong rolled his eyes. He was deceived by this expression in the first place, and he is still here now?
As soon as he raised his arm, Xiao Erhei shivered, and then Xiao Erhei saw a big hand stretched out in front of his head.
"Boom."
"Ugh~ it hurts!"
Xiao Erhei squatted on the ground and covered his head. The feeling of having a brain collapse was so sour that his forehead turned red.
Only then did Yi Chuanzong chuckle, "That's all the time you soiled my bedding before!" He turned to look at Director Meng, "I'm sorry, Uncle Meng, it was my fault in the past.
I have to go back, but this time it’s too late. I’ll apologize to you when I come back years ago.”
When you think about pressing someone into cow dung, the scene is so beautiful.
Xiao Erhei is still a child and can understand if he is not sensible.
It doesn't matter that he was a fool before because he was delirious.
Now that he is well, this matter still has to fall on him, so he can't pretend not to know, otherwise people will panic when he thinks about it. He doesn't want to have conflicts with the villagers.
Director Meng forced a smile and nodded in agreement.
Yi Chuanzong smiled and looked at the young man carrying a lunch box at the door. He turned around and shouted: "Old Ma, how long will it take? Haven't you seen all our leaders here?"
"You have to wait, it will taste better after a long stew!" Lao Ma said and took a sip of the soup with a spoon.
Yi Chuanzong turned to look at the village cadres and said, "It's not ready yet. You can only smell it when you come here."
"It doesn't matter! You have to wait for delicious food!" Secretary Yu said cheerfully.
Other cadres in the village also spoke in agreement.
“It’s great if you can eat it! It tastes so delicious!”
"Chuanzong is very capable. Look at his body, he is a good hand when working in the village!"
Yi Chuanzong turned around and said jokingly: "Uncle Zhang, when I was away, you often ate meat secretly, right?"
The middle-aged man with a reserved smile over there was not happy at once, "Chuanzong, if you have something to say against Lao Meng, I was the one who sent you to the city in the first place. We are in the same group!"
Yi Chuanzong's face suddenly became stern, and he scolded Xiao Erhei: "You naughty kid has no eyesight, and you still don't help Sister Hua light the fire! If you don't work, I won't give you meat to eat!"
Xiao Erhei naturally had a reluctant look on his face. He couldn't do anything. He was the first to make trouble. He was not very good at work at home. However, when he saw the serious expression on Sister Hua's face, he immediately became upset.
ran over.
In order to prevent the children in the village from bullying Yi Chuanzong, Sister Hua would punish these naughty children every two days.
There was also a thug who could fight one against a hundred, and Sister Hua only had to give orders. In the end, she was successfully crowned the child king of the village.
This majesty has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and Xiao Erhei is afraid of her.
After having a meal of meat, those who can afford it want to drink some wine. Squatting here to eat a big pot of rice also makes the blind date feel constrained. A group of village leaders stood here for a while and then left.
But the young man carrying the lunch box stayed. He would have to deliver meals to the village cadres later.
Xiao Erhei also stayed, and he had to work hard to reform his previous mistakes.
After a while, the steamed buns were steamed.
Yi Chuanzong walked to the urn with two large empty bowls and said, "Old Ma, fill me two bowls first."
"Okay!" shouted, Lao Ma picked up the meat and filled two large bowls for Yi Chuanzong.
Yi Chuanzong immediately laughed when he heard this angry voice. He was full!
He couldn't help but remind: "If you are hungry, eat something first. Don't keep tasting spoonful after spoonful."
Under the waiter's dark eyes, Yi Chuanzong placed the bowl in front of Sister Hua, "You are too thin. Eat more in the future."
Sister Hua smiled and handed him a steamed bun and chopsticks. She looked very cute.
Yi Chuanzong smiled and took the steamed buns with chopsticks, "Eat quickly, Lao Ma's cooking skills are pretty good, the rice stewed in this big pot is quite fragrant!"
"Um!"
Sister Hua nodded obediently and started eating with her mouth open.
The feeling now is very novel. She used to take care of Yi Chuanzong, but now the feeling of being cared for makes her very happy.
Yi Chuanzong looked at it twice and then took a big bite of the steamed bun. His favorite thing about eating was the word "shuang", which he also had when he tasted it carefully, but in the end it was not as satisfying as eating a big mouthful of rice.
Xiao Erhei swallowed hard and couldn't help but remind him: "Brother Chuan Zong, where is mine?"
The child was obedient and lighting the fire, and now he is sitting here obediently, but he has nothing to eat!
Yi Chuanzong turned his head and glared at him, and said softly, "You can eat by yourself and take the bowl. Do you still want me to serve you?"
"Hey, thank you Brother Chuanzong!"
Sister Hua is the king of children, and her home is next to a river. A lot of children usually come here to play, and Xiao Erhei is very familiar with this place.
He ran to the cupboard deftly, got a bowl, and then ran off to find Lao Ma.
"Serve me a little less, it's too hot and I'll eat it slowly. They're coming soon. I'll have another bowl after I've finished!"
Ghostly boy.
Yi Chuanzong shook his head and smiled, then turned to look at Sister Hua who was eating quietly. He felt very warm.
After a while, the villagers all came over in unison, and the whole riverside was very lively.
"This boy Chuanzong is still awesome!"
"It seems like you are having a good time in the city!"
"Hey, don't squeeze me!"
"Chuanzong, when are you going to have another meal?"
"Greedy, how much does this meal cost?"
“I haven’t finished this meal yet and I’m thinking about the next one!”
The villagers were discussing it, and Yi Chuanzong replied cheerfully, "It's hard to say, my aunt won't let you go into the mountain anymore. I'll try my best to come once a year."
"The ancestral device!"
"This old Yi family is really promising!"
Lao Ma also shouted, "One spoon per person! Everyone should keep an eye on it! Otherwise there will be no more left behind!"
Seeing the happy and contented smiles of the villagers, Yi Chuanzong felt very fulfilled.