Mountain Village Chicken Tycoon

Chapter 256
Seeing that the snow has no intention of stopping, and now, it is already past four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is misty, the night is gradually approaching, and there is silence around.

In the kitchen, hares and green radishes were stewed in the pressure cooker. Zhao Zhijiang and Zhang Huifen kept going in and looking at the time curiously. Zhao Qingshan told them that the fire would stop in 5 minutes.

Xue didn't intend to stop, so Zhao Qingshan took out his mobile phone and called Han Sanshan.

"Third brother, what's the situation in Dongling, now?"

Han Sanshan's voice was a bit noisy, and he could hear that there were many people around him: "Qingshan, the snow is too heavy, I can't go tonight, I need you to make a bed, when will you come back?"

Zhao Qingshan frowned: "Is there anything to eat?"

"The steamed buns that Li Ling steamed at noon are enough to eat."

"What about Li Ling and the others?"

"The family has something to do, so we don't care about dinner."

Zhao Qingshan looked at his parents in the kitchen, and thought that if Han Sanshan was called over to eat, the other people on the mountain who traveled far away would not be able to leave, and if they all called here, on the one hand, the parents might not be happy On the other hand, I just stewed a wild rabbit, so many people can eat it, it’s not enough.

"Third brother, wait a moment, I will go there right away."

Then Zhao Qingshan felt that he couldn't wait any longer at home, so he greeted his parents in the kitchen and went out.

"Why don't you leave after eating, you have to eat even if you are in a hurry!" Zhang Huifen shouted, but her son had already left the gate at this time, and closed the gate behind her backhand.

"This kid, hey..."

Zhang Huifen sighed and shook her head. Zhao Zhijiang next to her said with a smile, "My son is busy with his career. If we have a grandson in the next step, the house will be lively."

"That's true." Zhang Huifen agreed.

After Zhao Qingshan left his new home, he went straight to the foot of Dongling Mountain, surrounded by snow and a vast expanse of whiteness, he couldn't distinguish the sky and the earth, and he couldn't tell where the road was.

Stumbling all the way, Zhao Qingshan fell several times, and when he came to the door of his three houses, he turned his head and saw that there was a loud voice in the chicken coop not far away, as if Han Sanshan and the others were there .

Zhao Qingshan opened the door of the room, it was freezing outside, and the room was also icy cold, he turned on the electric fan, blowing it towards his bed, then took a sip from the water glass next to the bed, it was cold, and then put it down up.

There is still an unopened box of sausages in my room, which I originally planned to eat pancakes as a supper when I was hungry in the middle of the night, but it seems that I can't keep it today.

There is also a pack of pancakes in the house, which was spread by my second aunt, and Zhao Qingshan had to bring it along.

When he got out of the door, his hands were busy, so he hooked the door with his feet, and it just closed.

Following the sound, Zhao Qingshan came to the chicken shed closest to his three houses, the sound became louder and louder, and he could hear that there were many people inside.

The snow is gradually showing small signs, but it is still very big.

In winter, the doors of the chicken coop are replaced with quilts, while in summer they are replaced with beaded plastic curtains.Opening the door of the chicken coop and looking inside, Zhao Qingshan saw, good guy, there are more than [-] people packed inside, and they gathered three tables directly, eating cold steamed buns with pickles.

"You started eating so early?"

Han Sanshan was obviously surprised: "Qingshan, I thought you were joking, but you really came. Just now, Liu Zhao said that you had returned to your new home. We all thought you were going to have dinner."

"I thought you weren't coming back tonight."

In this chicken coop, there are small chickens. The small chicken coop in the shed is surrounded by plastic sheets, and the stove is used for central heating.

Inside the chicken coop, the temperature is ten degrees higher than outside, and the temperature outside is almost seven or eight degrees below zero, and the water has started to freeze.

At this time, if you go to the Beisha River to listen, you can hear the sound of fine icing.

Inside the shed, the canvas on the roof has begun to show signs of downward pressure. The fire is very hot, and the temperature in the small chicken coop over there is not too low. Near the door, there are more than [-] breeders, led by Han Sanshan. Down, getting ready for dinner.

None of this group planned to go back. Some were on duty tonight, and some were far away from home.

Everyone has bedding on the side of the farm. At night, find a chicken coop and put a bedding on the ground, which is a bed.

There is water on the stove to warm the chicken coop, and each breeder has his own teacup, mug, etc.

Now more than [-] people are sitting cross-legged, divided into three parts, surrounded by the ground, and on the ground are the pickles they brought from home.

People in Central Shandong have a tradition of eating pickles when they eat. Even if they go to a high-end hotel and order a table of delicacies from mountains and seas, they have to ask for a plate of pickles when they finally eat.

Construction workers born in rural areas bring their own meals, and they often bring pickled vegetable pancakes. Of course, when the conditions are better, they are made into scrambled eggs with pickles or fried meat with pickles. Anyway, no matter what you fry, pickles can’t escape.

Seeing that everyone was about to stand up, Zhao Qingshan hurriedly pressed his hands and said, "Everyone sits and sits, and eating something will keep you warm."

Then, he took out all the sausages from Shunxiangzhai and threw them directly beside the pickle jar. Finally, he left two packs of sausages and sat down next to Han Sanshan.

"What about tomorrow?"

As soon as Zhao Qingshan said it, Han Sanshan understood what he meant, and hurriedly said: "I called, and there was so much snow on Qishan Mountain, and there were not many guests on the mountain. Some spare goods are enough, so I won't let you in tomorrow." We sent it, and the day after tomorrow, just send a few more."

Zhao Qingshan held a pancake in one hand and a sausage in the other, took a bite of the pancake, ate a mouthful of the sausage, and then asked: "Do they have a visitor from Qishan the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, boss, the more it snows, the more guests there will be on Chess Mountain, let's go enjoy the scenery."

The person who spoke was a breeder whose surname was Zheng and whose name was Zheng Dagang, who lived near Qishan Mountain.

"There is so much snow on the road, how did they go up the mountain?"

Zheng Dagang said with a smile: "Every time it snows heavily, all the chefs and bosses in all the restaurants on Qishan will take brooms and shovels to sweep the snow. , and cleaned it all up.”

As long as the road up the mountain is clean, there will be no problem going up the mountain. As for whether there is snow on the road, it will not matter much.

Qishan is so close to the affiliated enterprises of Luzhong Iron and Steel, such as steel mills, iron smelting plants, and strip factories, that the diners walked to the restaurant after work.

Zhao Qingshan frowned, and then said: "Tomorrow we will also sweep the snow, all the staff will start to sweep the snow, third brother, let us take the lead."

"Row!"

(End of this chapter)