There is no turning back, there is only one place left.
After bidding farewell to everyone, Ling Rui returned to the Mushroom House. For him, there was no big difference between being a star or not, it was just that he was more famous and had more wealth.
After experiencing life and death, you realize that everything else is foreign.
"Ling Rui, take care of yourself first. I'll pick you up in seven days." This was the message from his manager, Sister Hong.
"Okay." Ling Rui naturally agreed. Seven days was the time he asked Sister Hong for leave. The reason was naturally the basic research on raising Xiangxi native chickens in Wengcao Village. But in fact, Ling Rui just wanted to be lazy.
For Ling Rui's project, the program team still retained a single male photographer to record the material.
Of course, this was actually requested by the photographer himself.
For Ling Rui's gluttonous food.
The photographer's name is Zhengzhou, with a surname of Zheng and a given name of Zhou. When Ling Rui knew this name, he was stunned. This name is so unique.
"Ling Rui, what should we have for dinner?" Zhengzhou was very happy without a director and no need to record the program. These seven days were equivalent to a free time to do something he liked.
"There is still some fish at noon. I will make fish soup in the evening, and then let's eat more vegetables. I feel like we have eaten too much meat these days." Ling Rui answered with a smile, "Now I am going to do some research first.
Come on, do you want to follow?"
"Well, you do the research and I'll take the photos."
"good."
Ling Rui took the tablet from the room, created an excel spreadsheet, laid out the framework, and then started to go out.
First, he knocked on the door of his neighbor, Uncle Huang's house.
"Uncle Huang?" Ling Rui called, "Are you at home?"
"Yes." Uncle Huang was wearing a dark blue coat and spoke Mandarin with a Xiangxi flavor, "What's the matter?"
"Uncle, I'm here to do research." Ling Rui said, "I want to ask about the basic situation of your family and how you raise native chickens."
"Didn't a lot of people just leave for research a few days ago?" Uncle Huang didn't know why.
"Uncle, they are them and I am me. Didn't I buy native chicken from you a few days ago? The native chicken in our village tastes very good! This is it!" Ling Rui gave a thumbs up, "But
I see that every family doesn’t raise many chickens, and some people don’t raise them at all, so I just want to investigate and see if I can cooperate with the village to build a breeding farm for native chickens in Wengcao Village, hoping to give everyone more income.
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"Is that so? Then you can ask. I will accompany you to other houses later and ask together." Uncle Huang nodded with a smile, "As long as I'm here, you can ask faster."
"Thank you in advance." Ling Rui also smiled and replied with some emotion. The villagers are hospitable. If you do good to them, they will do good to you. It is quite an ancient custom. "Uncle Huang, how old are you this year?"
"58."
"How many people are in the family?"
"Four of us, my wife left early, my son and daughter-in-law are working outside, and my granddaughter is now teaching in the village primary school." Uncle Huang smiled and answered.
"How's the living situation at home?"
"If you have fields and cows, you will never starve to death. My granddaughter can earn 2,000 a month as a teacher, which is quite a lot."
Ling Rui felt sad for a while, "How many chickens do you have at home?"
"There were originally fourteen, but now there are only eight..."
Ling Rui coughed slightly, and naturally he bought the missing ones, "Do you eat your own chickens or sell them? If you sell them, how much can they cost each year?"
"I eat it myself and sell it. If I sell it, I can only make a few hundred yuan a year."
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Ling Rui asked very carefully. From the side, he could probably infer the conditions of Uncle Huang's family. Although they were not rich, they were not without food, clothing or warmth. "Then if a local chicken breeding farm is built in the village, we will increase the income for you."
An income will also increase the income of the school, are you willing?"
"That's a good thing. I know that if you come here to record a program, if you record a program, our place will become famous, and more people will come to travel. When more people travel, we can increase our income." Uncle Huang
He smiled and said, "Although I am old, I have taught for so many years, and I know that you really want to help. On behalf of the villagers, I would like to thank you in advance."
Ling Rui smiled and responded, "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Huang to come with me."
"OK."
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Wengcao Village is located in Morong Town, Guzhang County, Xiangxi Tujia and Miao Autonomous Prefecture, Hunan Province. It is a pure Miao mountain village.
There are 6 villager groups in the village, one natural village, 182 households, and 802 people.
Most of the villagers make a living by farming.
182 households means that Ling Rui has to visit at least 25 households every day, close to 30 households.
However, with the help of Uncle Huang, Ling Rui's work is progressing smoothly.
A few hours later, the sky gradually became dark. "Uncle, come to my house for dinner tonight. Call your granddaughter with you!"
"No, no, my granddaughter can cook." The uncle refused repeatedly.
"Uncle, I have some questions to ask you."
"Is that so?" The uncle thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, then you can come to my house to eat tomorrow!"
"Okay." Ling Rui smiled and nodded, "Uncle, I'll go back and prepare dinner first."
"Okay, go ahead, go ahead, young man."
"Ling Rui, why are you asking so detailed questions?" Zhengzhou didn't know why. "We've almost even investigated everyone's income."
"Of course we need to investigate, otherwise if the villagers are very rich, why would they do this?"
"That's true."
"This is called a necessity investigation." Ling Rui smiled, "It's equivalent to the project background, which is why I want to do this." Don't write too many of these things when writing papers in your previous life.
However, this time the data was collected by him himself, and he visited door to door, which could ensure the accuracy of the data.
In the evening, he was going to entertain Uncle Huang and his granddaughter, Teacher Huang from the primary school. Ling Rui opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients. Basically, there was still some of everything.
Make a fire, heat a pan with oil, and fry the fish.
Remove and take out the casserole.
Put the fish into a casserole, add tofu, ginger slices, cooking wine, water, and salt, cover the pot, light the fire in the stove, and simmer the soup.
Then I washed the chicken wings.
Add ginger and garlic and stir-fry.
Added a full spoonful of chopped pepper.
Salt.
Cooking wine.
Cover the pot.
I washed the bamboo shoots and the pork belly again.
"Chop chop chop." There was a sound of knives.
Zhengzhou held the camera and continued to record the material. He was already salivating because it tasted so good.
God knows when Ling Rui was cooking, they could only watch how painful it was.
The stir-fried chicken wings come out quickly.
Ling Rui cleaned the pot again, poured oil again, and then added the pork belly first, "It's sizzling~"
The fragrance explodes.
Ling Rui stir-fried quickly, trying to make every piece of meat evenly heated, and then the meat began to turn white. Ling Rui added spring bamboo shoots and chopped peppers...
Ling Rui adds chopped pepper to almost every dish.
Because it is a feature.
Then Ling Rui made mushrooms and vegetables.
Added a small plate of pickled radish shreds.
A plate of peanuts.
Half a pound of rice wine.
A pot of rice.
When the rice was ready, Uncle Huang took his granddaughter to the mushroom house.