Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

The warm little days are getting more and more comfortable now, and there is only one thing left to worry about, that is, waiting for the dishes in the greenhouse to be cooked and officially released, so that I can let go and enjoy my life. It is said that more than half of Wen Xu's life goals are about to be realized, and it is still close at hand, something that can be realized immediately.

But Shi Shangzhen is not doing well these days. As the village director of Wenjia Village, the director himself feels that the burden on his shoulders is still very heavy.

As a young man with aspirations and ideals, Shi Shangzhen is by no means comparable to a decadent young man like Wen Xu who is bent on dawdling in his life.

Let's put it this way, Shi Shangzhen is the kind of graduate who is proud of my alma mater today, and my alma mater will be proud of me tomorrow, while Wen Xu is the kind of student who: Damn, I finally graduated, such a student.

Why can't a person with such ideals and ideas like himself not get the cooperation of the villagers? This is the biggest problem the division director has encountered since he took office for a week.

Regarding Wenjia Village, Shi Shangzhen actually had enough understanding at the beginning of taking office, and built a very beautiful blueprint for Wenjia Village.

According to the director's plan, the entire Wenjia Village should develop a rural economy led by tourism. Rapeseed flowers should be planted in the vacant land, and some homestays should be built, and then a bunch of stupid citizens who stayed in the city would swarm It's as if he came here for a tour, not only for the tour, but also to bring some souvenirs back home. The more the director of the planner thinks about it, the more beautiful it is, the more he thinks about it, the more feasible! In the mind of the director of the division, this is Wenjiacun's road to a well-off life, the only choice!

According to the idea of ​​the teacher, once I arrive in Wenjia Village, the villagers will at least take out some rice pots and pulp to support their baskets with the enthusiasm of Master Wang. Figure, who knows that no one in the entire village is optimistic about his plan.

Of course, whenever the director of the division and the villagers publicized their plan, the villagers would always nod and say yes in front of their faces, but in a blink of an eye, the villagers would do their own thing, and no one would think about the director's blueprint at all. , and no one cheered for the blue map, which hurt the young division director very much!

What hurt even more was that after spitting and scolding Fang Chief for a few days, it would not have had as much impact as a seedling planted in Wen Xu's greenhouse, and the whole village was as lively as New Year's Eve.

Director Shi Shangzhen was a little skeptical when he heard Wen Xu talk about his plan that day, and now he believes even more that this young man named Wen Xu must be defrauding agricultural funds. The villagers were blinded for a while by the family affection and the performance of the liar Wen Xu.

In order to expose Wen Xu's 'painted skin' and build up his own 'prestige' with the purpose of killing chickens and frightening monkeys, the director of the division set his first fire on Wen Xu when he took office.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Xu wakes up naturally after sleeping and gets up. After washing up, he starts to prepare his own dinner. For Wen Xu, it can't be dinner anymore, but even lunch and dinner.

He killed a chicken calmly, removed the feathers and took out the internal organs, added some spices, put it on a small firewood stove, boiled it over high heat, and then simmered it slowly over low heat.

Chicken was stewed on the pot, Wen Xu started to clean the chicken offal, put on plastic gloves, sat under the old jujube tree in the small courtyard, washed it carefully, even Zhai chicken intestines were carefully taken care of over again. Then put the chicken intestines and other things that I don't like to eat aside, and put the chicken livers, chicken hearts, etc. that I like into a small bowl, and put them on the pot for later use at night.

After finishing these things slowly, more than an hour has passed, and the time has pointed to more than four thirty and almost five o'clock.

The table in the main room was moved to the courtyard, and a special panel with a square meter of 1.2 meters was placed on the table. Wen Xu cracked ten eggs, and separated the egg whites and egg yolks into two small bowls.

Just as he was about to proceed to the next step, he heard a knock on the courtyard door.

"Who is it? The door is open, come in!"

As the courtyard door creaked open, Director Shi Shangzhen pushed the door and walked in with a smile on his face: "Hey, what is this for, such a big formation!"

"Dinner!" Wen Xu said while scooping flour into the basin.

When Shi Shangzhen heard Wen Xu talk about dinner, he paused subconsciously, and then asked, "Do you want a treat?"

"No, I'm alone. If you don't mind, why don't you stay and eat together at night?" Wen Xu is very hospitable. To him, being alone is a matter of doing. Adding another person is just a matter of adding half a bowl of noodles.

Shi Shangzhen asked again: "You put on such a big formation by yourself, what are you going to eat at night? Is there a full banquet?"

"No, I'm going to eat hand-rolled noodles tonight," Wen Nu said with a smile.

While talking with Shi Shangzhen, he continued to add water to the basin, and stretched out his hand to mix it in the face while adding water. The movements and techniques were quite good, not the style of a master, but definitely a skilled worker.

"Then I'll bother you." Shi Shangzhen thought with the intention of exposing Wen Xu's painting, if he wanted to expose him, he had to know him better, and immediately agreed to Wen Xu's promise to have dinner at home .

The reason why Shi Shangzhen agreed quickly is that the place where she used to eat in the village was really not to her liking. Originally, she said that she ate at Wen Shiqing's house, but the villagers' family ate only rough tea and light food, even if it was a meal. It's a small stir-fry, and the taste is not what city girls like Shi Shangzhen are used to.

After eating for a few days, Shi Shangzhen had the idea of ​​starting a fire with her. It happened that this time, she brought the Grand Cherokee and even brought the stove and so on. It’s just that she was lazy by herself. Now I have eaten instant noodles for a whole day and a half, and now I hear that someone cooks, and it looks good, how can I not be happy? As for anything else, it's just an excuse.

Hearing what Shi Shangzhen said, Wen Xu put another small bowl of flour into the basin, and then seeing that the noodles were almost mixed, he poured the egg whites in the bowl into the basin, and began to use his hands in the basin Pick it up, and as the dough is stirred gently, there is less and less flour left around the basin and on the bottom of the basin. After ten minutes of mixing, the whole basin is as smooth as if it has been washed. The hands that had been covered with flour also became clean.

"Not bad!" Shi Shangzhen saw that Wen Xu was very focused during the whole process, and the final result was also surprising. I really didn't expect a man in his twenties to be so focused on meeting.

"Nothing?" Wen Xu raised his head with a smile, threw the dough onto the panel, and said with a snap, "Can you make a fire?"

"What?" Shi Shangzhen asked.

Wen Xu added another sentence: "Light a fire? Is it to burn the earthen stove at home? Will you, if you can, go to light the fire, if you can't, I'll teach you, you can't come to eat without doing anything, can you?"

"Yes! Yes!" Shi Shangzhen said immediately. If a few days ago, Shi Shangzhen would not know how to burn an earthen stove. This thing looks simple, but if it is not cooked well, it will either fail to burn, or it will only smoke without making a fire. Shi Shangzhen lost it a lot when he first burned it. Face.

"There is dry grass on the other side of the courtyard wall, wait for the fire to ignite, first add some twigs, and then add firewood!" After saying a word, Wen Xu motioned for Shi Shangzhen to follow her into the house, and rake the firewood at the door of her pot and her Say it again.

Shi Shangzhen looked at the door of the stove in Wenxu's kitchen, and couldn't help but praise: "It's so clean!"

Generally speaking, the fire place of the earth stove, that is, the door of the pot in the dialect, is a bit messy, but Wenxu's place is very refreshing. They are all about the same size, and the base is more than one meter high. Behind the small fire bench are some neatly arranged small pine branches. The whole pot door is clean except for the ground.

"It's comfortable to look at when it's cleaned up," Wen Xu said, and put the straws in his hands together, lit the straws with a match and sent them into the pot.

"It's ok, I'll do it now" Shi Shangzhen sat down on the small bench and immediately picked up the fire fork leaning against the stove door and said.

"Okay, then you can turn on the fire, I'll put some water to a boil and let me do it." After Wen Xu said, he scooped a few large ladles of water from the water tank at home into a small pot, and covered the wooden pot with a lid . In the end, I was still a little worried. I stood by the stove and looked at it for a while. Seeing that Shi Shang really knew how to cook a pot, he left the kitchen and continued to make his own noodles.

The firewood in Wen Xu’s house is all in one piece, it’s easy to burn, don’t block the bottom of the stove, it will be fine, and it will be fine soon, Shi Shang sat straight for a while, and then stood at the door of the kitchen to watch Wen Xu busy .

At this time, Wen Xu is rolling out the dough, which is very fine and square. If there is a side that is not very neat, Wen Xu will stop and trim it carefully with the rolling pin until this piece is the same as the other dough. Qi, and almost thick.

The rolling of the dough was done so carefully and with great concentration, which made Shi Shang really think that this person might have some kind of mental illness.

"What are you doing? You are about to use a ruler to measure the dough. By the way, you don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder." Shi Shangzhen couldn't stand it any longer, and stood at the door of the kitchen with arms folded and said to the warmth in the yard .

Wen Xu didn't mind, she smiled and continued to roll out her dough cakes: "The ones with different thicknesses will be undercooked in the water, while others will be overcooked!"

"Then cook for a while, what can I do?" Shi Shangzhen asked again.

Wen Xu shook his head and said: "The taste of the noodles is different, but the chewiness is a little bit worse."

"So what?" Shi Shangzhen asked.

"It's very simple, it's a little farther away from a bowl of delicious noodles." Wen Xu nodded while talking, it seems that the thickness of the dough is satisfied now, gently stretched out his hand, and pressed the whole dough into an S shape Stacked one after another, the cross-sections form an almost perfect equilateral trapezoid.

"Honestly, how long have you been preparing this dinner?" Seeing Wen Xu's focused look, Shi Shangzhen asked.

Wen Xu raised her head and looked at her mobile phone which was placed aside: "It's been about two and a half hours!"

"Two and a half hours for you to eat a bowl of noodles?" Shi Shang really felt that this person was too inefficient. Now that the noodles haven't formed in two and a half hours, it may take three hours to eat them in his mouth.

"Then what is it efficient for you to spend two hours?" Wen Xu asked back, touched the knife on the table and started to block the knife in the middle of the dough ladder, then put the two dough ladders together, and started Holding the knife with one hand and holding the knife with the other hand, using the tip of the knife as a fulcrum, he went down towards the dough ladder.

despair! despair! despair!

With the crisp and rhythmic sound of the blade and the panel, hand-rolled noodles of almost uniform thickness appeared on the panel. When all the noodles were cut, Wen Xu grabbed some flour in his hand and lightly spread it on the panel. With a slight lift, Xuxu picked up the noodles and copied them lightly, put them in his hands and shook them on the panel, so that the noodles of almost the same length soon became straight noodle lines lined up on the panel.

Shi Shangzhen watched and shook his head: "Eating your bowl of noodles takes a lot of effort!"

"Besides death, eating, drinking, and sleeping are the most important things. Food is still the top priority. It's not a waste to spend time on it," Wen Xu said with a smile.

"Aren't you wasting your time?" Shi Shangzhen pouted and said.

"It doesn't count for me. From your point of view, I'm making noodles, but from my point of view, I'm not just making a bowl of noodles, I'm still learning to enjoy my life." Wen Wen smiled and clapped his hands, Pat off some of the flour on top.

"Okay!" After speaking, Wen Xu moved the panel and the noodles on it to the kitchen. At this time, the water was already boiling, Wen Xu picked up all the noodles on the panel, put them into the water and then covered the pot, and when he heard the water boiling again, he lifted the lid.

"Perfect!"