The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

But Dad said that the village chief's grandfather and Yan's family agreed.

In this way, Da Gouzi went to Luo's house to ask.

The little dog came to Yan's house.

When Mrs. Cui brought someone back, the ladies were all very discerning.

Since Sister Cui's kindness is hard to turn down, they can't eat dry food if they stay.

Several ladies robbed Cui Langzhong's big and small dogs of their jobs, occupied the kitchen and yard, and worked while talking and laughing, feeling very happy.

At noon, the villagers ate authentic Guanzhou delicacies at Cui's house.

Stew!

For lunch, the Yan family cooked fried tofu, stewed goose, radish ball soup and braised fish.

The staple food is really busy, so I just go to someone else's house to eat.

The same is true for Yan Yu. She took her embarrassing elder brother and elder sister to Qi’s house to get some steamed buns, and then returned to her own house to eat a few bites before going to other people’s houses to continue...

There are those who imitate his father's grilled fish, and those who imitate her stewed eggs.

The second and third brothers of Luo's family also caught a lot of quail and roasted them.

Compared with the morning, this meal at noon is more substantial.

There are many meat dishes, even stir-fried vegetables, and two slices of meat will be added for fragrance.

The big guy is used to this way of eating, and squats comfortably in the corners.

The Yan family has the most people here.

The tofu is fried, delicious!

The big goose was stewed in an iron pot, it was delicious!

The meatball soup uses meatballs, which are delicious!

The braised fish is salty and delicious, delicious!

Yan Huaiwen walked in the village, stopping occasionally, holding his own bowl and politely asking someone to add a chopstick.

Any more and he will resign.

He only cares about the dishes, and eats as he pleases, regardless of how close he is or how close he is.

In this way, the villagers are more at ease.

The atmosphere became more and more harmonious.

Liang Manshan met him, and the two of them walked together, and when they were happy, they quoted some classics...

Yan Yu followed behind them, at first she just wanted to know what dish her picky uncle would choose to eat.

But follow along, she decisively left.

Literati are horrible.

I have to answer two lines of poems after a meal, and I feel very tired.

Yan Laoer was so busy that he flew up.

Nanny Rong is more than capable, he is incomparable.

Everything went smoothly today because of his adequate preparation yesterday.

Village head Luo said that the family prepared six dishes, but he saw that no one listened honestly.

After eating until now, everyone no longer struggles with a few dishes.

What we want is an atmosphere, a happy meal, and a delicious wild vegetable soup.

After lunch, the big guys squint for a while if they want to, and walk around the village a few times if they are not lacking.

The sun is just right, and the sun is warm, and the wind is gentle, not as strong as at night.

The path to and from the river is full of people going back and forth.

Go back to fetch water, wash the pot and wash the vegetables, and be busy with the highlight of the evening meal.

A donkey cart came from the west.

Through the dense forest, a brand new village appears in front of you.

The adobe houses accounted for more than half of the houses, but they were covered with tiles.

The masonry houses that should have been the most conspicuous were lost by sheds one by one.

Attracted the attention of visitors.

Yan Huaiwen and Liang Manshan were sitting on the ground playing chess.

The criss-crossing roads, with solid and hollow circles instead of chess pieces, are circled on the flat land.

Not long after the chessboard was drawn, the two had just made a move.

Hear voices from afar.

Obviously his back was facing the direction of the visitor, but Yan Huaiwen put down the branch in his hand and said: "Here we come."

Liang Manshan looked up and saw Mr. Tian got off the donkey cart and came slowly.

While walking, I looked at the village, squatted down to take a closer look when passing the vegetable field, and touched the leaves with my hands.

...

"Master Tian is here?" Yan's second son was cutting potatoes, when he heard this, he quickly put down the knife, wiped his hands and ran out.

Run half way and come back.

"Mei! Look at me, aren't you being rude?"

Li Xuemei smiled and said: "It's pretty good, the hair is not messy, and the person is also energetic. Don't forget to take off the apron."

Yan Laoer ouched, "Almost forgot."

It is such a big event that the Eldest Master came to Xiao'an Village.

The whole village came running.

Under the leadership of Village Chief Luo, the whole village, old and young, knelt down.

Mr. Tian hurriedly helped him up: "I am here today just to celebrate the festive season with you all, don't be too polite, just feel at ease. If I make you have a bad time because of me, it will be my fault. Hurry up!" Get up, get up, or I'll be leaving."

Village head Luo was quite stable, and the village elders were a little excited, and very respectfully invited him to Yan's house.

The main room of the Yan family, which had been vacant for a long time, finally became useful.

Ushered in its first significant guest.

Yan Xiangheng was busy serving tea and water to entertain Mr. Tian and the village elders.

Yan Yu thought for a while, and followed behind to fight.

Seeing that the two of them could be busy here, Da Ya turned around to help Second Uncle and Mammy Rong with dinner for the evening.

Li Xuemei went to Qi's house, and after a while Qi Da moved a big wooden plank.

Once the bricks were built and the planks were put on, a large square table immediately appeared in the yard.

Stools are easy to say, every family in the village gathers together and borrows them.

Although they are all made by themselves, it is inevitable that they will look inconsistent, but at this time, they don't care about them.

It's not easy to build a brick stool for Mr. Tian to sit on.

Mr. Tian was very kind. He asked about the land reclamation and farming in Xiao’an Village, and also asked everyone how hard it was to collect herbs in the mountains. He thanked Xiao’an Village for collecting herbs, and talked about the vegetables grown in the field, praising everyone’s good work. , Mentioned a few words about the houses, and asked the people in the village if they all had kangs, and told the village elders that the winter in Guanzhou was so cold.

Seeing that the village elders gradually became less nervous, Master Tian asked Village Chief Luo again, "I heard from Yan Hushu that your village wants to build a waterwheel by the river, is there such a thing?"

Village head Luo looked at Yan Huaiwen, who smiled at him.

"My lord, we want to build a water truck by the river, which can lead water into the village. It will be convenient for us to drink and use water in the future, and it can also water the fields, so that we don't have to carry buckets and save energy. I heard that the water truck It can also be used to push the mill, and it does not need to be pushed by humans or animals. Our old brothers think that this waterwheel is good, so we want to think about building one."

"That's right. In our village, only five boys from Qi's family can do carpentry. We will definitely fail to make this waterwheel. We just want to pay more attention to it in the future, find those with good craftsmanship, and ask someone to help us repair it." .”

Grandpa Tian turned his head and asked Yan Huaiwen again: "I just saw it outside, the foundation has been built, but is it the watchtower that Huaiwen said?"

"Master Mingjian, that's right." Yan Huaiwen said.

Mr. Tian narrowed his eyes, smiled and shook his head: "The arrow tower is the arrow tower, so it doesn't matter if you speak bluntly. Could it be that in Huaiwen's heart, I am so unreasonable?"

Yan Huaiwen said softly: "Usually it is only used for looking into the distance. If Bei Rong comes again, it can also guard the village."

"How many people are good at shooting in the village?" Mr. Tian didn't care what their names were.

Whether it's a watchtower or an arrow tower, it's all the same.

"It's not enough, so the village plans to build a high wall." Yan Huaiwen said.