Zhang Dazhu heard the sound, grinned and shouted: "Jiu'er, I'm here."
Zhang Heng nodded and greeted him. Brother Dazhu was dull by nature, but he liked to watch the excitement. However, people he didn't know were generally not open-mouthed, and he would tremble and shake his head every few minutes. He looked even more stupid, but he was actually very stupid.
They are hard-working and willing to do their job, but there are no young women in the village nowadays. Even if there are women who stay in the village to work in the fields, most of them end up marrying their classmates or alumni, and the remaining half are introduced by matchmakers.
Brother Dazhu has been on blind dates many times, but in the end they all ended without any problems, and now he is almost thirty years old.
"Come here, why are you bringing so many things?" Zhang Heng said, but he immediately took the snakeskin bag from Zhang Dazhu's hand. Inside was a big rooster, and the snakeskin bag was opened.
There was a small opening, just enough to expose the chicken head.
At this time, Zhang Dazhu was also carrying a huge old-fashioned canvas backpack, and holding a large mud-colored bag in his other hand. His clothes were an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit with four pockets. Although the material was not thick, it had long sleeves.
Wearing a pair of black trousers and a pair of imitation military rubber shoes, Zhang Dazhu was already sweating profusely and said angrily: "The old man (father) told me to follow you in the future, earn a lot of money, and get a wife."
Zhang Heng smiled and patted Dazhu on the shoulder. Dazhu was a little shorter than him, but his figure was much stronger. He had an ordinary Chinese character face and short hair. It cost only two yuan to cut it in the village.
"Brother Dazhu, don't worry, you will have a wife sooner or later." Zhang Heng greeted Dazhu as he left the station with a smile. At this time, he could only take a taxi back.
While in the car, Zhang Heng watched Dazhu staring at the stopwatch all the time. Occasionally he looked excitedly at the scenery outside the window, looking like he wanted to ask but didn't know how to ask. It was as if he had seen himself back then.
Although the pillars are dull, they can still recognize simple numbers and characters. This is the advantage of being born in modern times. Many old people in the village have never read a book, but they have to go to the market. The more times they go, the more they will be able to do arithmetic. The environment creates people.
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After getting off the bus, the sky had darkened, but the market was bustling. Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask: "Dazhu, what is this bag of yours?"
"It's Wangen sweet potato. I dug it before I went out. The old man said it went well with me and gave it to my aunt." Dazhu's advantage is his honesty. He will do whatever the uncle says.
"Wangen Tiao?" Zhang Heng tried hard to remember, but he had some impression. They are small, but one bead can produce many knots, so they gave it the local name Wangen Tiao. This is the earliest old variety of sweet potato in the village, and the sweet potato is also called "Wangen Tiao".
This kind of sweet potato is almost extinct in the village. At least the last time Zhang Heng saw it was when he was seven years old.
"Wu San, who drove the horse on the mountain, sent the seeds last year. The old man had been planting them for more than a year. Before he left, he dug them up and asked me to bring them out." Dazhu explained. In fact, Dazhu was not stupid at all. Most of the time, he was
It's normal. I just don't talk to others, and the sentences are sometimes a bit confusing, but once you are familiar with it, you can understand it.
As for Zhang Heng, they are cousins, and Dazhu watched Zhang Heng grow up, so naturally there is no such thing as biological separation.
Not long after, when I got home, there were already several cold dishes on the dining table, all of which were meat and vegetables. The air was filled with a strong fragrance. Zhang Heng knew as soon as he smelled it that it was stewed pig's trotters and braised pork with soybeans.
"Auntie!" Dazhu was a little reserved. He is almost thirty, but his mentality may be younger than Zhang Heng's. He can be treated like a child.
"Okay, Dazhu, it's going well on your way." Mother responded enthusiastically, having already stuffed a big apple into Dazhu's hand.
At this time, Zhang Heng helped unload the things Dazhu had brought, and he also took the big rooster out of the snakeskin bag. He saw that his feet were tied with rag strips, so he just put it in the yard.
, and not afraid of running away.
"Brother Dazhu." My younger sister's voice came. Although my younger sister came out two years ago, she was still old enough to remember when she was ten years old. Naturally, she still recognized this cousin. They had gone up the mountain to cut pig grass together before.
"Xiaoyi has grown taller, and she looks like a city girl." Dazhu said with a big grin.
At this time, Zhang Heng moved the bench out and talked with Dazhu. Although the small courtyard at home is nice, it is still a bit narrow. There is no main room and only the living room. It is not convenient when entertaining guests. Now he can only live in it for now.
My mother and sister were busy cooking in the kitchen, and it didn’t take long for the family to sit at the table. The meal was very sumptuous, and there were fish dishes. Fish is indispensable for entertaining guests in the village. Even if the guests don’t like to eat it, you have to
Serve it up.
"Dazhu, don't be unreasonable when you come to Auntie's place. Just treat it as if it's at home, and quickly take off your chopsticks." Mother said and put a tip of the hoof on Dazhu, which is the best part of the pig's trotter.
Dazhu grinned happily, and then started eating. This appetite was so strong that the village's fighting bowl could be refilled three times, and a meal of eight taels of rice would not be enough.
But Zhang Heng found that Dazhu was still a little cautious. Although he took off his chopsticks, he only picked up the dishes from the plate in front of him. He smiled bitterly. He had seen a banquet before, and an old man only picked up the plate of cucumbers in front of him.
I don’t like to eat other dishes, but I have a thin face and can’t hold out my chopsticks.
Of course, his mother greeted him now, and Dazhu gradually let go. He picked up a big piece of fat braised pork and ate it fiercely. After all, he was a person with a big house, and Dazhu quickly adapted to the unfamiliar environment.
Zhang Heng comforted him in his heart, "Perhaps bringing Dazhu into the space is also a kind of training for him. Just like him, he has grown up in a short period of time."
After dinner, Zhang Heng looked at the time and prepared to leave. It wasn't that he couldn't stay, but the sooner Dazhu entered the space, the better. Otherwise, it would be half a year later when he woke up, and his original boast would be next year, that is, tomorrow.
We can't break our promise to kill the nearby carnivores, and we have to rush to prepare reward gifts this year, so we can't afford to delay.
"This is Wan Gen Tiao, why do we still have this thing now?" came the mother's somewhat surprised voice.
When Zhang Heng heard this, he asked doubtfully: "Mom, isn't Wangen Yao the old variety of sweet potato?"
Without thinking about it, my mother replied: "This is different from sweet potatoes. Our family now has four acres of land that can be used. Mom has been thinking about what to plant these two days. Now that we have these ten thousand sweet potatoes, it is most suitable."
But it’s too late.”
"Mom, what do you mean?" Zhang Heng really didn't understand. Although sweet potatoes are still valuable in the city. Raw sweet potatoes cost about one yuan a pound, but they are not as good as other vegetables. He had also been thinking about it before.
What to plant in the soil?
"Haha, Mom also heard from a neighbor a few days ago that there are many elderly people suffering from diabetes in the city. A few days ago, there was an old lady who came to the market specifically to look for Ma Tiao, which is also called Wangen in our village.
Sweet potato, it is said that the body will not absorb the sugar in this kind of red potato. It is most suitable for people with diabetes. Tasting the sweet taste will not worsen the condition, and it can also detoxify and prevent cancer..." the mother explained.
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Hearing this, Zhang Heng asked: "Are they sold in the market outside?"
The mother replied: "How can anyone sell it? No one in the village is planting it now. The yield is low and it takes more than half a year to plant. It takes up a lot of land. The rice is not delicious when cooked. It is very sweet when eaten raw..."
"What about the price?" Zhang Heng asked the key.
The mother shook her head and said, "I don't know about this, but the old lady said that she was willing to pay ten yuan a pound to buy it, so she thought that these four acres of land were empty, so she could plant thousands of sweet potatoes.
It saves trouble and maybe you can make some money.”
"So expensive?" Zhang Heng was stunned, and immediately couldn't help but take out tens of thousands of sweet potato roots from the bag, intending to try the taste. When he was seven years old, he saw other people grow them, because the vine seedlings were so special that all the wild rice plants were grown.
It was a bit impressive, but he had never eaten it before.
Well, it looks similar to a sweet potato, and the mud is still fresh, because it was just dug out, but when he peeled the skin of the Wangen sweet potato, he was stunned...)
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