Liu Sanmu's somewhat obscene eyes couldn't stop looking into the basket Fang Xiaoyue was carrying.
"I just pulled out some thatch and found some firewood. I don't have enough firewood at home."
Fang Xiaoyue said very relaxedly, without concealing anything, but in a flash he turned his attention to Liu Sanmu: "Uncle Sanmu, I can't open the pot at home, can you lend me some food?"
Upon hearing this, Liu Sanmu retracted her forward body, as if she was deaf, and led the buffalo away, muttering: "Where are we going to graze the cows today?"
Well, although she felt a little speechless about Liu Sanmu's appearance, Fang Xiaoyue also knew that these days, there were too few people willing to borrow food.
Most people don't have enough food to eat, not to mention that Liu Sanmu has always been the owner of a house that only gets in and out, so it is even less likely that he will agree to lend him food.
Of course, Fang Xiaoyue said that just to dispel Liu Sanmu's prying, and it didn't matter whether he could borrow food or not.
Returning to the thatched cottage, I looked at the water tank. The water tank that was filled yesterday was not used much.
Fang Xiaoyue peeled off the mountain rat skin, washed it slightly, and put it in a cool place to dry.
Although the tails are cut off, in fact, the supply and marketing cooperative in the town will purchase these leather goods, as long as the people in the village don't know about it.
Fang Xiaoyue didn't plan to take mountain rat meat to Zhang Daniu's house. It was too conspicuous. Once cooked, the aroma that spread out could not be stopped at all.
By then, the trouble will be big.
Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoyue quickly cleaned up the mountain rat, then went to the pond to find a lotus leaf, stuffed various seasonings into the mountain rat's belly, wrapped it in the lotus leaf, coated the outside with a layer of mud, put it in the stove and used it in the dark.
Roast over slow fire.
Fang Xiaoyue will know that the meat is cooked when the layer of mud is completely dry and slightly cracked, revealing a hint of meat aroma.
Take out the mud ball, smash it into pieces, peel off the lotus leaves, and the aroma of meat will come out.
Fang Xiaoyue looked around, and to be on the safe side, she closed the door of the thatched cottage and hid inside alone to eat.
Although this meat has no salt and only some wild seasonings, for Fang Xiaoyue who has the memory of Zhang Fugui, it is already a rare and extremely delicious dish.
Hu Hu finished the meat and licked the meat foam and oil on his fingers. Then he remembered that he ate too fast and forgot to leave some for Zhang Daniu's family.
Of course, three or four pounds of rat meat actually shrinks after being roasted.
But it also made him eat happily, and he felt a deep sense of happiness in his heart.
"Wealth! Wealth! Are you here?"
Just when Fang Xiaoyue was burying the bones and lotus leaves and lying on the bed savoring the delicious rat meat, she heard Zhang Daniu's voice coming from outside the thatched house.
"Uncle! I'm here!"
Fang Xiaoyue heard the voice and hurried out to greet him.
After leaving the thatched hut, he saw Zhang Daniu and Zhao Xiangdong, the accountant and scorekeeper of the brigade, standing outside, with Liu Sanmu leading an oxcart beside him.
Zhao Xiangdong was a bit skinny, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and had a rare pen in Forsythia Village inserted in his jacket pocket to show his status as a cultural person.
Of course, in fact, Zhao Xiangdong, the accountant, just graduated from elementary school.
Therefore, after the educated youths arrived, he felt very uncomfortable and often said in front of Zhang Daniu that those educated youths could not endure hardship.
Although he was not too evil-minded, he still affected Zhang Daniu to some extent.
Seeing that Liu Sanmu was there, Fang Xiaoyue licked her lips subconsciously, worried that she had not wiped it clean and would be smelled by others, and even regretted not pulling a few pieces of mint to clean her mouth.
"Fugui, today the team is going to the town to repair farm tools. You go and I'll give you 5 work points!"
Zhang Daniu shouted at the top of his lungs when he saw Fang Xiaoyue coming out, not caring that taking care of Fang Xiaoyue would cause dissatisfaction among other villagers.
You know, 5 work points is not too little.
During the busy farming season, an adult man only earns 10 work points a day.
Go to the town like this and help move the farm tools. It won't take you half a day. It's only 5 work points. Besides, you can also ride the ox cart to the town for free. There are many villagers who want to go.
Fortunately, Zhang Daniu, the captain of the brigade, is quite prestigious. Otherwise, even if Zhang Fugui is an orphan and the brigade takes care of him in this way, many narrow-minded villagers may directly oppose it.
Fang Xiaoyue was overjoyed. He was just thinking about how to show off his skills in a more reasonable way, when Zhang Daniu unexpectedly handed him a pillow.
He immediately sorted out a plan in his mind, but of course, how to implement it had to be adaptable.
"Uncle, I'm going!"
Fang Xiaoyue hurriedly dealt with the matter.
Several people went to the village committee together and loaded the various farm tools piled up onto the oxcart. Afterwards, Liu Sanmu drove the oxcart and took the lead. Zhang Daniu and others took turns sitting on the oxcart towards the town.
Rush up.
Forsythia Village, also called the Eighth Brigade, is under the jurisdiction of Bencao Town.
Materia Medica Town has long been a well-known herbal medicine gathering place, with various drug dealers gathering here.
However, the impact of subsequent wars caused the town of Materia Medica to decline.
But even so, the former glory of Bencao Town can still be seen.
For example, when she first entered Materia Medica Town, Fang Xiaoyue saw several herbal medicine shops lined up.
There are notices outside these herbal shops advertising long-term purchases of herbal medicines.
Fang Xiaoyue looked through Zhang Fugui's memories and found that the villagers needed to organize a team to collect herbs for sale here.
It's just that the villagers' herb-picking skills in Forsythia Village have been passed down due to the war. Even when picking herbs, they can only choose some familiar herbs, such as forsythia, barbata, honeysuckle, etc.
The value of these herbs is not very high. In addition, due to the drought and floods in the past few years, Forsythia Village has no intention of working on it.
Fang Xiaoyue could only shake his head. If there were precious herbs such as ginseng in Dalong Mountain, he could try to work in this direction, but he could not find such records after searching through Zhang Fugui's memory.
Dalong Mountain may not be suitable for the growth of precious herbs, right?
Walk through the main street that runs through Bencao Town, turn a corner, and arrive at the Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
However, they did not enter the supply and marketing cooperative, but went around to a small alley behind the supply and marketing cooperative.
There is a sign hanging at the end of the small alley: Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative Maintenance Point, and banging sounds can be heard from inside.
Zhang Daniu took the lead and knocked on the ajar wooden door.
Soon the wooden door opened, and a middle-aged man with half-grey hair poked his head out. He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhang Daniu: "Hey, it's brother Daniu. What kind of wind brought you here today?"
"What's the wind? It's a breeze!"
Zhang Daniu replied angrily: "I said that the quality of the farm tools of your supply and marketing cooperative is getting worse and worse. These hoes, sickles, and axes have only been purchased for a long time, and they are already chipped."
Well, actually, things are not as exaggerated as Zhang Daniu said.
It’s been half a year since I bought those farm tools.
But problems did arise.
This is not surprising, in this small plane these days, there is not much good steel to make farm tools.
The iron materials used to make farm tools are actually smelted in small blast furnaces, and are often much inferior to strip steel.
The half-gray middle-aged man also knew this, so he smiled sheepishly, and while letting Zhang Daniu in, he said: "Don't our supply and marketing cooperatives have a one-year warranty? The supply and marketing cooperatives in Longwan Town next door don't care when they go out.
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Perhaps because of the good relationship, Zhang Daniu immediately wanted to fight back.
The Longwan Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative is out of business, but the warranty of your Bencao Town Supply and Marketing Cooperative also costs money!!!
Of course, he would not say anything about asking the other party to express his style without charging money. After all, the two of them have a good relationship. Although the price of farm tool repair cannot be reduced, the quantity can be operated.
At this time, the other party has already taken a considerable risk.
When Fang Xiaoyue and others saw Zhang Daniu entering the repair station, they hurriedly moved the farm tools on the bullock cart in one by one.
The repair shop is a hodgepodge.
There are large stoves, hammers, etc. used by blacksmiths, and saws, chisels, etc. used by carpenters.
In short, these items can almost repair most of the farm tools sold by supply and marketing cooperatives.
But there aren't many people in the repair shop.
The half-grey middle-aged man's name is Huang Laoyao. He is a blacksmith and the person in charge of this repair point.
When he took off his clothes and took out some red-hot iron tools from the stove to beat them with his bare arms, Fang Xiaoyue was a little jealous when he looked at his strong muscles.
The other one is carpenter Cheng Dashui, an old man who looks to be in his fifties.
There was less work in Dashui this time, and the people were relatively quiet. They sat on a small bench and smoked dry cigarettes without saying a word or choking.
"Lao Cheng, work has started!"
The youngest Huang greeted Cheng Dashui, then threw a few selected hoe blades into the stove, pulled the bellows, and started to burn fiercely.
Cheng Dashui took a few puffs and blew out two plumes of smoke from his nostrils. He knocked the tobacco stick on the soles of his feet, got up and went directly to the yard.
A broken pedal threshing machine is placed there in Forsythia Village.
This pedal threshing machine is made of wood and is the most advanced rice threshing machine in Forsythia Village.
Before there was such a threshing machine, the villagers in Forsythia Village could only hold the rice ears with their hands and throw them against the edge of the barrel to thresh the rice, which was both time-consuming and labor-intensive.
Since purchasing five pedal threshing machines, threshing rice in Forsythia Village has become much easier.
It can be operated by just one person, and the rice can be threshed by continuously stepping on the pedal with one foot and holding the rice ears with both hands and sending it into the mouth.
Therefore, Zhang Daniu paid great attention to this broken pedal thresher.
If the pedal thresher hadn't broken down, I wouldn't have made a special trip to town.
After all, those broken hoes, sickles and other farm tools could barely be used by re-sharpening them themselves. If they were really useless, they were brought over for repair this time.
In Fang Xiaoyue's eyes, the pedal thresher was obviously very backward, and its appeal was not as attractive as the stove burning with blazing flames.