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After receiving his mother¡¯s order, He Fan immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the chicken coop, showing a cruel smile at the frightened old hens.
These old hens raised by me are treasures. When I want to eat chicken, I always ask Dahuang to go up to the mountain to catch some wild pheasants.
These old hens are specially raised to lay eggs.
Pheasants are delicious and old hens are nutritious. They are perfect for making soup! It¡¯s a pity that I can¡¯t bear to stew it!
Our old hens grew up eating millet and rice bran, and the eggs they lay are pure local eggs, which are much more nutritious than eggs from farms!
Especially, the millet and rice bran at home recently were poured out by spiritual rain. After the old hens eat them, the eggs they lay will taste terrible!
Ignoring the frightened expressions of the old hens, He Fan went straight to work, searching around the henhouse, and in no time he took out three or four warm eggs.
Looking at the local eggs covered with chicken feathers and feces on his hands, He Fan was also satisfied and smiled:
"Let's live together!"
I washed the eggs with well water and gave them to my mother. Tonight¡¯s dinner is ready.
This is the advantage of rural areas. You don¡¯t have to go to the vegetable market. You can pick things from the east and touch the west, and you will get something done.
You have to be self-sufficient in whatever you want to eat. Vegetables are grown in the backyard, not to mention eggs and duck eggs. Every household raises them, and they also kill pigs during the Chinese New Year.
??Especially in a village like Qinghe Village, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers. If you are lucky, you can eat game from time to time, and your life will be wonderful!
Of course if poverty is ignored.
It was time for dinner, and He Fan went back to his room, but as soon as he entered the room, he was dumbfounded.
I have only been out for two days, and the box of special Maotai I kept there is gone!
"There is a bully like Dahuang at home. How can a thief dare to come? Besides, the village is simple and simple, so there is no chance of a thief"
After ruling out this option, He Fan suddenly remembered that his father seemed to be in a particularly good mood today!
He Fan suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and a feeling of wanting to cry without tears came to his heart. He walked to the yard with a sad face.
Looking at the father who was collecting wild boar meat, he said angrily:
"I said, Dad, you can't be like this. You even care about your son's things. Don't you have treasures like ginseng wine?"
He Weihai naturally knew what He Fan was referring to, so he immediately snorted coldly, blew his beard and glared, threatening He Fan and said:
"What's yours and mine? I've already asked Xiaoguozi. This Moutai was a thank you gift from Mr. Guo. When did it become yours? If your mother hadn't discovered this box when she was cleaning your room. You almost swallowed all the wine, there are two bottles missing, and I haven¡¯t settled the score with you yet!¡±
Looking at the father who was holding a butcher's knife in his hand, with blood on the blade and a fierce aura, He Fan was immediately frightened.
This was because I had evil intentions and wanted to hack that box of special Moutai, but I didn¡¯t expect that I would be betrayed by Lin Guo, an immoral piece of shit!
"Damn it, I even gave that piece of shit a bottle! Wait for me!"
He Fan secretly scolded Lin Guo and said sarcastically:
"Dad, please continuecontinue."
He Weihai then squatted down, picked up the knife and continued to pick up the wild boar.
¡°When¡ªwhen¡ªwhen¡ª¡±
The sound of the pork ribs being chopped hard scared He Fan so much that he quickly stepped aside.
The family sat under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the evening and had a good meal together.
The wild boar's shoulder and neck meat is stir-fried with spicy pepper, which is extremely delicious. There are also freshly picked fresh local eggs, which are steamed on the stove. The whole table is complete.
He Fan almost begged for nothing before he begged his father to reward him with two mouthfuls of the special Maotai.
The special Maotai tastes good, but as He Fan drank it, he felt sad.
???????????????????????????????????????????????? I originally owned a large box, but now I can only drink these two sips. Don¡¯t mention it, it¡¯s just rain in June.
However, it is quite pleasant to just sit in your own yard and eat a delicious dinner leisurely, chatting and laughing as a family, and looking at the scenery in the distance.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? No Money Is to Exchange for Such a Pleasant Life.
The next morning.
He Fan didn¡¯t forget to agree to the gifts from those classmates and went up the mountain to pick some specially.As for vegetables, I also fished out dozens of rice flower crabs from the rice fields and planned to send them by express.
Vegetables and rice flower crabs are raised by spiritual rain and have strong vitality. There is no need to worry about becoming stale or dying on the express delivery route.
There are no express delivery points in Qinghe Village, only in the countryside. The village is full of left-behind elderly and children, and cannot support the express delivery business at all.
He Fan has to go to Qinghai Xuan to deliver goods every day, so he plans to just go to Yangcheng to find a courier station to send it.
He took out his mobile phone, opened the class group and glanced at it. Zhang Bin, who usually likes to show off his wealth in the group, has not spoken for a long time.
"I guess this guy is on tenterhooks all day now, afraid that Wu Lei will reveal that he hired someone to commit murder."
He Fan immediately sent a message asking the students to send their addresses, contact information and other information.
Soon there was a response from the group.
He Fan then put away his cell phone, started the car, and drove towards Yangcheng.
After delivering the ingredients to Qinghai Xuan, I drove to the express delivery station. When he was wandering around Yangcheng looking for the building materials market, he saw many express delivery stations on the road.
According to my memory, I was driving my bun on the road, and soon I saw a courier station on the roadside.
Parked the car on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and clicked into the class group, and found that all the students had sent out their shipping addresses.
The shipping cost for such things is only a few hundred yuan, but filling out the address form is so tiring for He Fan that his hands are sore from writing:
¡°The last time I wrote so many words was in high school.¡±
After sending all the vegetables and rice flower crabs, He Fan drove home.
Today, I have to help burn the field dam!
After the rice fields at home were harvested, the rice straws were still piled on the field dam. It would be a pity to waste these rice straws. Burning these rice straws on the field dam to ashes and then spreading them back to the fields can provide Provide nutrients for rice growth in the coming year!
Because the rice straw is burned to ashes on the field dam, it is called burning field dam
Carrying a shovel and a sack, He Fan followed his parents to the rice fields. There were already several plumes of black smoke rising nearby, and other villagers were probably burning their fields.
He Fan¡¯s family still has rice flower crabs in their rice fields, so the plant ash can no longer be spread in the fields, but it can be used in the orchards on the mountain with the same effect.
Many years ago, when conditions in the countryside were difficult, these rice straws were used to make beds.
A thick layer of rice straw is laid at the bottom of the bed board, with a mat and quilt on top. Sleeping on it in the winter is not to mention how warm it is, and the rice straw is stacked together and is elastic, no worse than today's mattresses.
He Fan slept on a bed made of rice straw when he was a child, but now that the conditions are much better than before, naturally this living habit has been eliminated.
"Go and get all those straws!"
Dad looked at it. Fortunately, there was no wind today, and just gave an order.
He Fan could only run and carry the tied rice straws one by one, while his father had already lit the fire and was sending the tied rice straws into the fire.
He Fan also held the rice straw and helped to burn it. He should not throw too many rice straws in too fast at once, otherwise, the rice straw would not be burned to the core.
If it is not burned through the heart, not only will the smoke billow and pollute the air, but it will not be completely burned into ash, and it will not be easily decomposed when spread on the ground.
If there are no rice flower crabs in the rice fields, you don¡¯t have to go to such trouble. Just scatter the rice stalks into the dry rice fields, and then just light a fire and let it burn by itself.
But no matter how you burn it, it must be watched by someone, otherwise if the fire spreads and burns the nearby mountains, you will be jailed.
In this countryside, it is not uncommon for people to be arrested and imprisoned for burning fields and dams every year.
Therefore, He Fan and his parents did not dare to be careless. If they found any sparks popping out, they would quickly stamp them out with their feet.
This is no fun.
It took more than two hours to burn all the rice straw in the seven or eight acres of rice fields.
The vegetation ash on Tianba has already piled up into a hill.
"My dear, if a gust of wind comes at this time, it will be over." He Fan couldn't help but hold back.
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