When he was about to reach the town, Zhang Chi's car stopped, not because he met an acquaintance, but because there was a traffic jam.
The traffic jam in the small town is almost the same as the sun rising in the west. How can there be a traffic jam in a small town the size of a shit, but it is still jammed today.
After getting out of the car, Zhang Chi walked towards the car in front of him. The owner of the car was standing next to the car, with his hands on his hips and looking forward on tiptoes from time to time.
Zhang Chi also wanted to see, but his height was really not good enough, and the big white man in front of him could see much further than he could.
"What happened? Was there a car accident?"
Zhang Chi came over, smiled at him first, and then asked.
"NO, NO!"
The big man kept saying: "It wasn't a car accident, but someone protested in front and blocked the road."
The big man is obviously not from Amber Town. He may be from nearby or passing through the town, and now he is stuck here.
"protest?"
Zhang Chi is a little confused. What's the point of protesting in a broken town? Besides, who has the time to protest? No more work at home? Or is it just a gift from the sky?
If he didn't understand it, he could only wait, so Zhang Chi chatted with the big man for a few words and then returned to his car behind him.
Lao Xu also came out at this time, holding the half-open car door with one hand and stretching his head to look forward.
"What happened in front?" Lao Xu asked.
Zhang Chi told Lao Xu the news he heard.
Lao Xu was also confused and said: "What does such a big-ass small town have to protest?"
"How did I know? If I had known, I wouldn't have asked in front of you. Just go back to the car and wait," Zhang Chi said.
"How long will it take? Is there a small road?" Lao Xu felt that this was not something that could be solved in a short time, so he thought about whether there was a small road that could be taken.
Zhang Chi said: "A small road? There is usually a road here, so there is no small road."
It seems that there is no money to pave the road. If any rancher has nothing to do and pave two or three roads for himself, then he will waste a lot of money.
There was no other way, the two of them could only wait.
Fortunately, the police came soon and began to maintain order. After more than half an hour, the car started to move slowly.
Following the flow of traffic, Zhang Chi found a group of protesters holding cardboard signs as they entered the town, which read:
Don’t build a ski resort!
Don't destroy the ecology!
don't want……!
All in all, no need for anything.
Looking at the flags carried by these people, I realized that they were originally an environmental organization.
"These people are so idle!" Zhang Chi said.
Zhang Chi actually doesn't have a good impression of environmental protection organizations. He feels that these people don't need to eat. They are everywhere in everything built.
If you say that if you build a factory, you can be forgiven for talking about environmental protection, but if you want to say that you are not allowed to build a ski resort because it will damage the ecological environment, it is a bit too much.
Just when Zhang Chi was stunned, someone suddenly knocked on the car window.
Zhang Chi turned around and saw that she was a young girl with a sign of protest hanging around her neck.
"What's the matter?" Zhang Chi pressed down the car window and asked the girl.
The girl took out a piece of paper directly from her hand, stuffed it into Zhang Chi's hand, and said at the same time: "Please support our righteous actions, and if you have time, please join our team...".
Ba La Ba La spoke so fast that Zhang Chi was a little confused.
"Okay, okay, I understand." Zhang Chi didn't want to get involved with these people with brain problems, so he said a few words, and when he saw the car in front of him moving, he followed it.
Waiting for the car in front to stop again, Zhang Chi flipped through the leaflet in his hand in boredom and saw that it said how many hazards would be caused by building a ski resort and how much damage it would cause to the natural environment.
"Isn't this nonsense?"
Zhang Chi muttered, then crumpled the leaflet in his hand and threw it casually next to the stall.
"Originally these people are just talking nonsense," Old Xu said with a smile.
The two of them were talking in the car, and a group of people outside were holding signs and shouting slogans, which can be regarded as a new scenery in the town.
What I see the most here in the United States are people holding signs. These people protest against everything. They protest against low wages and long working hours. Anyway, there are all kinds of reasons for protest. If you speak English well, you will almost follow these protests.
It can increase the vocabulary of a lot of people.
Fortunately, Zhang Chi didn't want to go through the town. When he reached the fork in the road, he turned onto the road heading towards his home.
After walking about ten meters, the road became smoother.
This time it was a smooth journey back to the ranch.
As soon as the car stopped, Lao Xu opened the car door, stood on the pedals of the car and said to the workers who were working: "Come on, two people, come and move the fish."
Zhang Chi looked at Lao Xu and smiled, thinking: You really love to show off, is this fish worthy of two more people?
Immediately, two people ran over and stretched their heads to look into the car.
"Hey, what a big fish, Lao Xu, you are bleeding today."
"What kind of blood is there? It was caught in the wild river and didn't cost a penny. I was stupid before and had to buy a fish to eat it. In the future, our big fish will be enough. Did you see that they are all wild fish..."
Lao Xu said proudly.
Now that everyone is here, don’t waste any time. The two of them and Lao Xu opened the back compartment and lifted the large plastic box containing the fish down.
"Zhang Chi, how do you divide this fish?"
Lao Xu lifted the fish to the ground, looked at Zhang Chi and asked.
Zhang Chi said with a smile: "I will leave only three or four, and you can do whatever you want with the rest."
Hearing what Zhang Chi said, Lao Xu and two workers carried the fish to their small kitchen cart. When they returned to Zhang Chi's small RV, there were only four big fish left in the box.
The big herring weighs about six or seven kilograms each.
The water tank that was originally filled like a stuffy jar is much better now. Although the four big fish live in it, it is not very spacious, but it is much better than before.
"Stop cooking at noon, let's eat fish together," Lao Xu put the box on the ground and said to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi nodded. He didn't really want to cook at this time. He originally decided to eat whatever was available, but now what Lao Xu said was right to his taste.
"Oh, by the way, see where the seedlings are suitable for planting, and just plant them."
Lao Xu remembered the few seedlings he had brought with him in the morning, and immediately turned back to take the seedlings and put them at Zhang Chi's feet.
Zhang Chi looked at it for a moment, then looked around, and felt that this area would be good, so he took a shovel and dug a few holes at will. Each hole was seven or eight meters away, and put a few small seedlings in it.
Fill it with soil and stamp it firmly, then pour a little water and it's done.
After doing this, the food over there was not yet ready. Zhang Chi rode Chi Yanshan around the pasture, mainly to observe the water he had sprinkled in the past two days to see if there was any place that had not been sprinkled and what was left.
One thing is to check if your new fence has been damaged.
Nothing happened, everything was peaceful in the pasture.
Back on the small slope, Aunt Lu invited Zhang Chi to come over for dinner.
Zhang Chi took his bowl and came to Aunt Lu's small dining cart.
There was fish at noon, and what we ate was fish stew in an iron pot. Two big fish were chopped into pieces and braised in a big iron pot. If nothing else, the smell alone made Zhang Chi's stomach ache.
The gluttons inside are ready to move.
"Sister-in-law Lu, I didn't expect that your fish cooking skills are like this...".
A worker took a bite of fish and praised Aunt Lu's craftsmanship.
"It sounds like you haven't eaten it before." Aunt Lu was very happy. However, when others praised her cooking, she was naturally happy.
Zhang Chi hasn't eaten yet because he came late and is too embarrassed to jump in line.
But now Zhang Chi's attention is not on the fish, but on the big pot in front of Aunt Lu.
There is a large Chinese pot on the iron pot base. This pot is not small, with a diameter of seventy or eighty centimeters. It also has a small chimney, which is very convenient.
Lao Xu did not act like a boss. He and Zhang Chi stood at the end of the team.
"Where did you buy this stove?" Zhang Chi asked.
"There are so many of these on Taobao.com, why, you want one too?" Lao Xu asked Zhang Chi when he saw that he liked this stove.
Zhuo Chi nodded: "Well, it looks very convenient."
"You really need to get one. This thing is convenient to use. Cooking is similar to the old stoves in the past. The taste of the food cooked by the wood stove is not comparable to that of the gas stove," Lao Xu said.
"Well, don't buy it. When the work here is finished, this stove will be given to you," Lao Xu said generously.
How could Zhang Chi want this? It's not that he dislikes what others have used, but that it's inappropriate. They work for him and in the end he has to blackmail them. What do you mean?
"Forget it, just wait until I buy one," Zhang Chi said.
While they were talking, it was already their turn.
"Want pancakes or rice?" Aunt Lu asked Lao Xu.
Lao Xu turned to Zhang Chi and asked: "Do you want to eat pancakes or eat?"
Zhang Chi stretched his head and took a look, and found a large iron plate on the stove. On the plate was a stack of dead-faced pancakes, half of which were bare and half of which had fish soup hanging on them.
Anyone who knows how to eat knows that this kind of pancake is the most delicious. The pancake absorbs the saltiness and freshness of the fish soup, and the taste really makes your mouth water just thinking about it.
"Bring me a piece of cake."
As a bastard, he was too embarrassed to grab something delicious, so he asked for a piece of pancake.
A piece of pancake is served with a large fish segment, which weighs only half a catty. In addition to the fish segment, there is also a spoonful of fish soup.
After the food was served, Zhang Chi followed the example of the workers, found a place to sit down, put the basin on the ground, and started eating.
The fish cooked by Aunt Lu is pretty good. Whether it's salty or fresh, it's at a home-cooked level. It's not as high as the braised pork she cooked last time. But as a construction site cook, this level should be at the ceiling level.
In China, running a small restaurant on the side of the road can still sustain a scene.
This level is better than the average person, but it is worse than my uncle Zhang Youliang.
However, this comparison is unreasonable. Zhang Youliang is a professional cook, while Aunt Lu is just a construction site cook. This comparison is also a bit unfair.
Zhang Chi ate a pancake and half a bowl of fish soup with rice, which made him feel full.
The workers eat more. They all do physical work, and they cannot sustain such a heavy workload without eating more.
A pot of fish and rice was all eaten up. After eating, everyone patted their bellies and found a place to lie down and rest, preparing for the afternoon's work.