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Then Cai Yazhi packed up a bunch of tools and prepared to make dinner. In winter, especially in the mountains, it gets dark early. Now that she is cooking, when it gets dark at six o'clock, she can just sit on the kang to eat and chat.

So I asked Zhang Taiping what to have for dinner.

"Just make some polenta."

But there are no steamed buns, and there is no fermented noodles to bake the pot helmets. After a long night, just drinking porridge makes people hungry, and people will be very hungry in the middle of the night or early in the morning.

"There are no more pot helmets, which is also a problem. By the way, I remember someone sent some persimmons a few days ago, right?"

Yes, but persimmons can’t tolerate hunger either.

"I didn't say eat the persimmons directly, but mix the persimmons and noodles together to make persimmon buns. You don't need to wait for the noodles to ferment, you can make them directly by mixing them with the noodles."

Upon hearing this, Cai Yazhi remembered that persimmons could also be used to make persimmon cakes. The baked buns were the red color of persimmons and tasted sweet and delicious, so she nodded in agreement.

Zhang Taiping asked again: "Are there any eggs at home?"

Cai Yazhi nodded and said yes. Now the family also raises a few chickens, and can collect three or four eggs every day. In addition to eating three for the father and daughter every morning, Cai Yazhi does not eat them herself, but can also save more one by one.

"Then when making the noodles, add two or three eggs to it. The result will be better, and it won't be as sticky as the steamed buns made from pure persimmons, so it won't stick to your teeth when you eat it."

Cai Yazhi said that she remembered it and went over to cook.

Zhang Taiping was alone and had nothing to do, so he grabbed a handful of red dates from the backyard jujube tree from the cabinet and went out. Followed by Persimmon, the squirrel would follow Xiao Yaya, Xiao Ying and Xiao Wu.

People who go out early and come back late now don’t know where to go to be happy.

He was wandering around the village without any purpose, throwing a date into his mouth, followed by the lion and Ah Huang who came out of nowhere. It was getting dark, and Zhang Taiping casually scanned the roadside for search as he walked.

Looking at Yaya's figure.

After walking around the village but not seeing her figure, Zhang Taiping thought she had gone back, so he also walked home. However, when he reached the main square in the center of the village, he saw Yaya running out in a panic.

Zhang Taiping couldn't help but frowned.

Seeing Zhang Taiping, Yaya said nervously: "Dad, they, they are roasting red sweet potatoes."

"Who's roasting the sweet potato?"

Little Yaya rested for a while and spoke much more smoothly: "It's Er Gouzi and the others." Zhang Taiping didn't know the name of this kid named Er Gouzi. He only knew that his parents went out to work in other places and only came back a few times a year.

He lived with his grandparents, who were not strict in their discipline, and the seven-year-old child was a little naughty. He went to the house several times with other children, but he did not dare to enter the house every time because he was really afraid of Zhang Taiping.

Zhang Taiping suddenly felt that something was wrong. The direction Yaya pointed was the direction of the pile of wheat straw. How could sweet potatoes be roasted there?

"You stand here and don't move. Dad will go take a look." Zhang Taiping said and ran towards the pile of wheat straw. Roasting red potatoes here is really bold. If there is a fire, burning the pile of wheat straw will be a trivial matter.

Once the child is burned, it is not a trivial matter. Now that I am a father, I compare myself to how sad the parents would be if the child was burned.

However, before Zhang Taiping could climb up to him, he saw fire coming up from behind a pile of wheat straw. Three wild boys ran out from behind the pile of wheat straw with gray heads and faces, with words written on their faces.

Full of panic. When passing by Zhang Taiping, Zhang Taiping grabbed the Ergouzi and asked.

"Is there anyone else behind?"

Ergouzi's eyes were extremely frightened. Although he was still a child of six or seven years old and was ignorant, he knew that he was in big trouble this time. He regained some consciousness after Zhang Taiping asked him, pointed with his right hand and stammered:

"Tian...tiantian...still...still there."

Zhang Taiping was shocked after hearing this. He put Er Gouzi on the ground and rushed towards the burning pile of straw like an arrow. Er Gouzi sat down on the ground but his legs were weak and he ran away.

No more.

When Zhang Taiping rushed to the front of the fire, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the situation here. The fire was still burning, but he was still a few meters away from the little girl Tiantian. But the little girl Tiantian seemed to be frightened and stood there motionless.

, his face was burned red by the fire, his eyes were full of surprise, his body was trembling but he couldn't move.

He picked up the little girl Nian and jumped to the side. The fire was already very strong and had become a climate. Although Zhang Taiping prided himself on the unlimited power of force, it had no effect on saving her. When Zhang Taiping put the little girl on the second

When Gouzi was next to him, the little girl burst into tears. Zhang Taiping also picked up Er Gouzi and placed the two children more than a hundred meters away from the burning pile of straw where Yaya was standing.

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"As soon as someone comes to put out the fire, please stand aside and don't block the road and don't run around. Do you understand?" Zhang Taiping said to the three children.

Seeing the three people nodding in agreement, Zhang Taiping took a step and ran towards the village chief's house. Halfway there, someone saw the light of the fire and ran over with a pole and a bucket. Zhang Taiping ignored the people who ran up and ran towards him.

He ran to the village chief's house and said to the village chief who also wanted the bucket out: "Uncle, don't run away first. A few people can't do anything. You should use the loudspeaker to notify the villagers now and let the villagers come out to put out the fire.

Bring not only the bucket but also the fork."

The old village chief understood immediately after hearing this, and quickly turned on the loudspeaker to inform Zhang Taiping of what he had just said. Then everyone who heard the loudspeaker began to take action, picking up buckets and iron forks and running towards the field.

Zhang Taiping also took an iron fork from the village chief's house. When he ran to the place where the fire started, the fire had spread to four piles of wheat straw. Zhang Taiping did not pour water to save the fire, but led the people holding the fork to put the fire away.

Pick up the piles that have not yet spread and isolate them from the source of the fire. Even if you are unable to save them, you will only burn four piles without spreading to other piles. If you don't move them away in time, there may be a series of fires.

If the fire continues, the edges of this series of piles are not far from the houses next to the field. Once the fire cannot be controlled, it will be a disaster.

Wheat straw is really the best firewood. It burns too easily. In the end, it was no longer urgent to pour water on it. Everyone simply ignored the four burning piles in the center and picked up their forks to pick out the surrounding piles.

Open it. After it is opened, everyone picks up a bucket and splashes water. This way at least there is no possibility of expanding the fire.

Zhang Taiping did not splash water, but stood on the side with a fork and watched, in case there was another fire in the unpicked place. Although he kept splashing water, it had become a climate, and the fire lit up half of the sky, reflecting every scene.

On a worried face.

The whole village was mobilized, with more people and strength, the fire was finally put out, but the four piles in the middle were basically burned. People did not take it lightly and used forks to separate the still smoking ashes and add water again.

Splash it once and stop only when you are sure there is no chance of it re-igniting.

Cai Yazhi also held a bucket and felt relieved when she found Yaya standing aside.

When everyone waited until the fire was completely extinguished, they gathered together and began to explore the cause of the fire. The three children nearby were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

In the end, the village chief asked the question. Ergouzi was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word. He just sat on the ground and stared at the place that burned to a pile of ashes in a daze.

Seeing that he couldn't get any answers out of this little brat, the old village chief turned to Zhang Taiping and said, "Commander, you were the first to notice the fire. Please tell me the reason."

Zhang Taiping also felt pain in his balls at the intensity of the fire. He told the truth and did not deliberately pick out the Yaya bushes and said: "I heard from Yaya that a dozen ignorant children were roasting red sweet potatoes and the fire started."

"Roast red potatoes? Roast red potatoes in a big place? These little bastards are really brave." The people next to them said in surprise.

The old village chief had nothing to say. What could he do if such a thing happened? The child didn't know how to deal with it, so he could only ask his parents to go back and take care of it.

At this time, a voice came from the crowd: "Oh, it's my fault. At that time, a few little kids were roasting red potatoes by the river. I joked and said, 'Go and bake them in the pile of wheat straw over there. It's hot there.'"

Da', after he finished speaking, he didn't take it seriously and walked away. Who would have thought that these little brats would actually be in front of us and actually stuff them into the pile to roast them? They are so brave."

The person who spoke was Wang Laoqiang, the most joking person in the village. This was not his nickname but his real name. I didn’t know that his father had chosen his real name at the time. He was about forty years old and usually made fun of everyone in the village.

Moreover, he is not taboo on meat and vegetables, and his temper is okay. He is just joking but cannot argue. Speaking of which, he is still a descendant of the old village chief. He is the grandson of the old village chief's father's eldest brother, which is also the son of the old village chief's cousin.

He is the cousin of the old village chief.

When the old village chief heard what he said, he was immediately furious. He went up and slapped him twice on the back of the head and said: "You are such an unabashed guy, do you think a kid under ten years old can make such a joke?"

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Wang Laoqiang rubbed the back of his head. The blow was quite heavy, but he was not angry. He said with a smile: "Uncle, calm down, I was really wrong this time. I will bear the losses here alone. I will pay what I deserve."

A penny is a lot, do you think it’s okay?”

In fact, these four piles of wheat straw cost only one hundred yuan each, four hundred for four, which is not too much for ordinary villagers, but this guy can say that he will accompany him without changing his face, which is not to say that her Jiaqing

It doesn't matter how good the situation is, but it shows that he is still a character.

No one dared to laugh at him because he also had a glorious deed. Back then, a group of gangsters from other villages were bullying a young man from the village. Zuo Hou actually felt that the village was coming to beat him. He couldn't see it and just picked up a wooden stick.

The legs of two gangsters were maimed after being beaten with sticks. In the end, the matter became a big deal and the police station came. It was only because of the excitement of the village that the matter was suppressed. They only paid some money but did not take the people away.

The old village chief saw what he was saying and said this, so he stopped slapping him in the face and said, "Then you'll pay for it. Then he turned around and said to the crowd, take care of your children when you go back. This time I will

I won’t pursue it anymore, it’s best not to have a next time.”