My 1995 Small Farm

   Chen Ling heard it was a good thing.

  The teachers of various subjects in the village have never been thorough.

  The so-called music teacher, art teacher, and physical education teacher are often the same person.

   "Such a good thing, of course I agree with both hands and feet. If you invite more old professors to come over, my children will not have to go to school outside in the future."

   "Then your son can pay some money to renovate the school."

   "Renovating the school is not easy, and adding a few more classrooms is not a problem, it's up to me."

  Chen Ling patted his chest loudly.

  When there was a flood the year before last, the school was also flooded, but it was rebuilt later.

   But the village is small, that’s all, it’s just a simple and rough adobe brick house, not that particular.

  So even if it is newly renovated, it is still dilapidated.

Seeing Chen Ling's appearance, old man Zhong smiled and stretched out his hand to nod Chen Ling, and said to Zhao Yubao's old couple, "What am I talking about? We should find wealth for this matter. He is rich and powerful now, and it would be difficult for him to build a school." Easily."

   "Oh, good guy, it turns out that your two families have already set their sights on me." Chen Ling widened his eyes.

  Zhao Yubao patted him on the shoulder: "How can I say it's your idea? Isn't it helping you do good things? Building a school is as good as building bridges and paving roads.

  I will give you an inscription and erect a monument.

  In the future, whoever dares to speak ill of you from ten miles and eight villages will have to poke him in the back. "

   Shanmao heard this, poked his head out of the kitchen: "Fugui, Uncle Zhao is right, I support you. So many dolls in the village like you and worship you.

  You can't always play with them.

  In addition to playing, we also have to create a good educational environment for these good dolls.

dont you agree? "

   Chen Ling thought about it, and it really is.

  Even in the village now, there are a lot of **** between the Chen and Wang families.

  Old Chen’s family and Lao Wang’s family are no longer as close as they were in their old age.

  But after all, the two surnames have lived in the same village for hundreds of years, and they are closer than outsiders.

  As long as they are properly educated, when the dolls grow up, they will definitely have a stronger sense of identity and belonging than the previous generations.

  Chen Ling thought about it, and he worked up his energy: "Very good, very good, you say that, I have to find someone to renovate this school in the village."

   Shanmao laughed when he saw this and said, "Look at Fugui, the more you talk, the more energetic you are, and you forgot to cook for a while."

   "Let me cook two dishes. Your father celebrates his birthday, so I have to show it." Aunt Zhong said with a smile.

  No matter what the old lady said, she was also the mother of three children. Even if she couldn't do such a thing like cooking, she was definitely qualified for this kind of small family banquet.

  So Aunt Zhong got into the kitchen and the Shanmao and his wife cleaned up the meals.

  Aunt Zhao went to bring a sauerkraut jar for Chen Ling, and she will make pickled cabbage fish later.

  Old man Zhong set up the chessboard and raised his eyebrows at Chen Ling: "Another game?"

  His old man is the birthday man today, so he doesn’t need to worry about anything, he is very leisurely.

   "I won't come, I won't come."

  Chen Ling quickly waved his hand: "You should play with Uncle Zhao, I went to tinker with my pickled fish. Today, your old man is a birthday man, so I can't do it ruthlessly. Let's wait for another day, and make two quick kills."

   There were several games of chess in a row today, and Chen Ling's side lost his pants, so old man Zhong naturally wanted to put on a posture of pursuing the victory.

   Besides, it must be very happy to win chess.

  So I still want to drag Chen Ling to come again.

   "Oh, winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. Old Zhao's chess style is not right. I still like to play chess with you, Fugui."

  The black and thin old man looked at Chen Ling expectantly with a smile on his face.

Zhao Yubao stared at him: "Whoever you say has a bad style of chess, I didn't even make me the chairman of the Chess Association back then. We don't enter any vanity fairs. We are strong and unshakable. If I am not right, you will be crooked." We're at grandma's house."

   Chen Ling saw that the two of them were fighting, so he quickly slipped away.

   It would be great if he wins chess, but who would be willing to play if he always loses, and he doesn't like to seek abuse.

   Get into the kitchen and prepare to make pickled fish.

  Such a big fire head is rare.

   This thing is fierce, it only eats meat, as long as there are enough fish and shrimps, it will grow very fast.

   But it is rare to flood it.

  Sun Yanhong caught a lot of fire when collecting fish before.

   But they are not big, and many of them were put back into the river.

  As for Chen Ling's own farm, except for the ditch at the foot of the back mountain, there was no fire in the ditch.

   Nothing else, this kind of fish likes places with a lot of aquatic plants.

  The water is too clear, and there are no duckweed plants on it, so they don't like to go there.

  If any ditch or small river is full of duckweed or lush aquatic plants, these fires will gather from all directions.

   Even at night, they staged "land migration" again and again.

  Speaking of which, the meat of this fish is really delicious, and it is just right for making sauerkraut fish, and it couldn't be more suitable.

   "This fish is fierce. I raised it in a fish tank a few years ago. At first, I fed it to tadpoles when the bundles were long, and then I fed it to small fish. That's how much I feed.

  It grows fast in the fish tank.

   It’s not okay if you think it’s too big and don’t want to feed it.

  When it is hungry, it will fight with other fish, resulting in death or disability. "

  Bobmao finished making longevity noodles and helped Aunt Zhong. Seeing such a big fire immediately brought back bad memories.

   "I managed to raise two big carps in the tank, from ten centimeters to almost thirty centimeters, and they were tossed to death by this thing."

Chen Ling knew that in addition to some deep-water turtles, there were some ferocious carnivorous fish in Shanmao's big fish tank a few years ago: "The carp is a water tiger, and it is also very fierce. As for the two carp, this fire head can handle it well." ?”

   "They don't really fight with each other, but this snakehead likes to toss around at night. Several snakeheads fight with each other. The squid is timid and swims fast. Sometimes when it is frightened, it hits the tank and kills."

   Bobcat said helplessly.

  The squid is called “swordfish” in some places. It is really like a shuttle, and it shuttles like an arrow in the water, and it is terribly fast.

  But when I was a small fish, I was very timid.

   Rather than a water tiger, it is better to say a water mouse, which can be scared to death even if it is scared.

  The key is the speed. They are kept in the fish tank, and when people approach and make a noise, they will scurry around inside.

  It is very easy to hit the cylinder and die.

   "You have a lot of stuff here, have you raised piranhas yet?"

   Chen Ling asked with a smile.

  Bobcat smacked its lips regretfully: "That's not true. I want to raise one, and I have already asked someone to get me one. As a result, Uncle Han dragged me around, and then I didn't have the opportunity or interest."

   As he spoke, he looked at Chen Ling: "By the way, didn't Professor Feng Yi give you a fish tank? Have you thought about raising anything? If you want to raise some piranhas, I'll ask someone to find them for you."

   "Come on, there are also piranhas. I haven't understood the local fish yet."

  Chen Ling shook his head, "My mutated little luminous fish, I've been young for half a year, and I haven't had a chance to breed it. The good and bad ones are mixed together, and I think it's almost useless."

   "Tsk, then you should have some snacks. Last time, didn't you say that someone took your fish for breeding in the provincial capital? Don't let them overtake you then."

   Shan Mao smiled narrowly.

  As long as it is easy to raise ornamental fish, you don't need to spend much thought, but you have to take care of it a little every day.

  For example, separate the fish with good quality from the fish with bad quality in time.

  In this way, the more you can raise the better, and you can raise high-quality fish.

   All that's left is to weed out the fish.

   Sometimes eliminating fish can produce surprises, but you can’t always expect surprises.

  Should it be separated or separated.

  Otherwise, the more you raise, the more mixed, and the more you raise, the worse.

   "Overtake me? I'm not very worried about this, just let them make troubles, when they come to me again."

  Chen Ling was full of confidence in this.

  In his heart, fish is much simpler than cattle, horses, sheep and dogs.

   Once a pair of fish is raised well, a large number of good fish can be produced.

  Care it casually, and the effect will be quick.

   Because of this, he doesn't pay much attention to it, and his mentality is very casual.

   "Good guy, you are very confident. I think you are more confident than raising a dog? You didn't raise the red eel yourself, did you?"

   Shanmao was a little surprised to see his expression.

   Chen Ling smiled when he heard the words: "Yo, you guessed it right."

   Bobcat immediately rolled his eyes, not believing it.

   They chatted about fish while cooking.

  Aunt Zhong quietly left the kitchen.

  Of course Shan Mao didn't just patronize chatting with Chen Ling, he still cared about spending his birthday with his old father.

  Half of the sauerkraut fish was finished by him.

  If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't control the heat, he would have boiled the fish himself.

  It's almost noon.

   After school, the kids brought some wild rabbits.

   It is also a hare caught in a rainy day and the rabbit's nest was flooded by the rain.

   Their parents caught them.

  Before school started, Chen Ling cooked a big table of good meals for their dolls. Now that he knew that Chen Ling was with Mr. Zhong, he brought the rabbits as soon as he caught them.

  In addition to rabbits, there are more than half a barrel of mussels.

   This is what the dolls took out for Zhao Yubao to play with.

  The old man likes to play around.

  Both adults and children know it.

   It's just that some adults gave it with a purpose, and the old man doesn't accept it.

   Chen Ling saw that the mussels were quite clean, so he picked them out and prepared to cook a dish.

   "Huh? Can this stuff be eaten?"

  The two families were quite surprised, even the little ones were also surprised.

   "Uncle Fugui, you can't eat river mussels, they are unpalatable, they are fed to chickens. Field snails are edible. My grandma said that Qingming snails are better than fat geese, and snails are the best."

   "Don't worry, uncle says you can eat it if you can eat it, and no one in the crayfish village eats it, so uncle is also cooking and eating it, can you still lie to you?"

   Chen Ling said with a smile.

  Actually, the locals really don’t eat mussels.

   For several generations, no one ate this stuff.

   At first it was troublesome.

  Relatively speaking, it is relatively difficult to make enough for a large pot of mussels. It may only be enough for one dish for a long time.

   As for snails and snails, you can touch a bucket casually.

  Secondly, the shells of river mussels are thick and fleshy, and it is cumbersome to handle. Many villagers touch the river mussels, except for playing with dolls, they just smash the shells and throw them outside to feed chickens and ducks.

  In addition, for ordinary people, river mussel meat is also quite difficult to burn. Most people burn it so hard that they can't even chew it.

   I don’t eat much.

   It’s like there are foreigners coming to play this year and they are wondering everywhere.

   Said how Chen Fugui’s family outside the village knew so many ways to eat.

   These are all locals living in the mountains. Their ancestors have lived here for so many years. Who is worse than the other?

   It’s impossible for other people to know, you don’t know, do you?

  Chen Fugui has so many ways to eat, don't you guys know how to play with it?

   As a result, the villagers said that there are many things to eat in the mountains, but they really don't know how to eat some things, so Chen Ling was willing to put oil and seasonings, thinking about it for one bite.

  They eat a few meals of dumplings every year, and they are very satisfied when they kill the pigs and eat soup once. How can they expect anything else.

  It is the mountain birds and wild animals hunted in the mountains, just like the fish and shrimps in the river, try to get rid of the bad taste, simple frying and stewing, nothing special.

   Chen Ling must have felt wronged after hearing this.

  Because there are some things that he really can't figure out with effort and money.

  For example, the big feast for red and white weddings in the village, said that the seasoning is nothing special, far worse than the ingredients in his hand, but the taste of the cooking is really delicious.

  Chen Ling can make a few big bowls in a row every time, and he is still full of enthusiasm.

  But if you make it yourself, it’s delicious, but it’s missing a certain flavor, so it’s hard to say what’s missing.

   This is also weird.

   "Hey, it's all about crayfish. Could it be that you also came up with the method of mussels?"

  Zhao Yubao regained his spirits.

   "This is not the case."

Chen Ling shook his head and smiled: "Speaking of which, in such a small area of ​​our city, the east half eats mussels. We belong to the west half, so we don't eat mussels... It is said that people in the east half have eaten mussels since ancient times, and I am also the first two. I just found out that people in a city are so different."

  Chen Ling knew about this. When his father went to the city to pick him up when he was working part-time, the father and son had eaten this dish in the city.

  No wonder the old people often say that the customs are very different if the wind is different for ten miles, and the customs are different across a river, let alone such a large area in a city.

  There are mountains and rivers in the middle, and it is normal to have differences.

   "At that time, I didn't make any money from part-time job, and I was in a mood. My father deliberately found something interesting to show me, so he asked the boss in the restaurant, how is this river mussel made, so delicious?

  The mussels in our own village don’t eat them at all. The meat is too old and hard to chew.

  My father is a strange person. He is not conspicuous in the village, and he is easy to get along with everyone when he goes out. He just asked a few questions, and the boss actually told him...

  Tell us that when they eat mussels there, there has never been any mussel meat that is old, hard and hard to chew.

When burning the mussels, dig out the mussel meat, and then cut two knives on the two tendons that tighten the clam shell. The tongue of the remaining mussel meat should be gently tapped with something, so that it will not be old after burning. .

  I always remember this practice.

  But since my father passed away, I have never made it, and I made it last year for Zhenzhen. It tastes really good when it is fried with spicy peppers.

  The soup is also very fresh. "

   When Chen Ling talked about this matter, his mood was quite complicated.

  He is not a sentimental person.

   I just saw Shanmao celebrate my father's birthday today, and I was a little touched by the scene.

   is also human nature.

   "Your dad must be a nice guy."

Old man Zhong and Zhao Yubao looked at each other, and said, "I heard from your party secretary that your father still wanted to meet your mother before he was alive, and he asked you to look for it as much as possible. He was worried that it would be difficult for you to be left alone. In terms of...do you need us to help you?"

  Chen Ling was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then just shook his head.

  He already understood his father's intentions, not for his mother, but for his own son.

  At the beginning, he was so incompetent, even if he became a family, he was still worried, and when he left, he was still uneasy, thinking about himself.

  Is it just mother...

  Some things don’t need to be thought about deeply.

  My family is doing well now.