Mountain Village Chicken Tycoon

Chapter 289
At noon, Zhao Qingshan greeted He Xin and the others, and then set up a banquet at home.

The dishes are ordered from the Zhuanghu restaurant in Xiaomiao Village. They are all Zhuanghu dishes, the quantity is relatively large, and the taste is honest and distinctive.

Compared with the sausages made by Shunxiangzhai, Zhao Qingshan felt that the sausages made by himself in Xiaomiao Village Household Restaurant were not bad at all.

At the banquet, everyone talked all over the world, these are not unusual, but what surprised Zhao Qingshan was that Li Qing actually drank.

Moreover, it can be seen that Li Qing drinks a lot. After drinking two glasses of white wine, he said that he could not drink any more, but he looked at Li Qing as nothing at all.

Li Qing, who is one year older than herself, has a capable appearance, speaks loudly, and acts swiftly and resolutely. She is an excellent female cadre.

Moreover, generally speaking, the transfer students in 2004 were also female, so the promotion speed must be very fast.

Zhao Qingshan searched for the memories in his previous life, but did not find any news about Li Qing.

The selected students in 2004 will have a good chance to join the municipal committee in 2018.

Because of Li Qing's reason at noon, then Zhao Qingshan called Li Ling over and asked Li Ling to accompany Li Qing.

But the two of them didn't have many topics in common, but Li Qing got along very well with fellow males.

Although comparing Li Qing and He Xin, Li Qing's administrative level is lower than that of He Xin, but He Xin also knows that Li Qing's future is far better than his own, so most of the time, he let Li Qing speak.

After lunch, it was already 01:30 in the afternoon, and then He Xin and the others wanted to take a rest, so Zhao Qingshan arranged for Li Ling to take the three of them to the school together.

In the next step, the entire Fenghuangling Village will be demolished by Zhao Qingshan, and then a slaughtering and processing plant will be built, and then the entire Fenghuangling Village, if there is any area that has not been planned by Zhao Qingshan, then only the school will remain.

The school's land area is not too big, only about ten acres of land, plus the playground in front of the school, there is only fifteen acres of land in total.

The school playground is also used as a threshing ground during the wheat harvest season.However, with the popularization of wheat threshers in the past two years, no one uses the traditional manpower to pull stones and then use dustpans to raise wheat.

To be honest, Zhao Qingshan actually misses the rural way of life when he was a child, and he entrusted his countless happiness in the threshing field.

Back then, dozens of households in the whole village threshed wheat on the threshing ground in front of the school.

When the wheat is harvested, the farmers will stack the harvested wheat on the threshing field to dry, and after drying, they can thresh the wheat.

The sun-dried wheat is cut off with a sickle, and then thrown on the wheat threshing ground that is firmly pressed with a reel, and then the reel is pulled by people to press it round and round on the ears of wheat.

The ears of wheat that had been crushed countless times, the grains of wheat mixed with awns and straw debris, all fell to the ground of the threshing floor.Then, the farmers use a rake to rake off the heads of the ears of wheat, leaving only a mixture of grains, awns, and debris on the ground.

Wheat grains need to be planted, and the awns and debris are relatively light. With the help of the wind, farmers who have mastered the skills will scoop up the mixture with a dustpan, and then scatter it in the direction of the wind, and then the awns The wind blows the clumps and crumbs behind the farmers, while the heavier grains are scattered in front of them.

So repeated, so repeated, the wheat grains are finally piled up and collected into sacks. The hard work of this season is worth it.

The adults are busy, and the children are running in the threshing field. The whole village is here, so there is no need to worry about the children running away.

At noon, everyone eats in the threshing field, and the life of each family is not good. Most of them eat steamed buns or pancakes with pickled vegetables.Because of the busy farming, there is no time to steam steamed buns, so most of them eat pancakes.

In the evening, each went to his own mother and went back to his own home.

I once remembered that Zhao Qingshan was tired of playing with Liu Tao and the others countless times when he was a child, so he simply lay down in the threshing floor and fell asleep.When it was dark, Zhao Zhijiang found his son with a flashlight, picked him up carefully, and brought him home.

Looking back with regret, it was many years ago, and I can never go back.

I still remember that when the farming was busy that year, my elderly grandfather was still alive, Zhao Qingshan’s parents were working in the fields, and my grandfather took me back to the village by the hand. The sun in the west was beautiful.

Grandpa walked very slowly and was tired, so he sat on the stone by the roadside to rest.

Zhao Qingshan went to the side to catch the grasshoppers, but the young Zhao Qingshan couldn't catch the grasshoppers, so his grandfather laughed.

Grandpa laughed, and Zhao Qingshan became angry, pouted.

At this time, grandpa bent his body and bent over to catch the grasshopper.

The grasshopper was very cunning. Grandpa held out his hand, and it immediately jumped up and flew far away.

Seeing grandpa's clumsy actions, the little Zhao Qingshan smiled and giggled.

Grandpa looked at Zhao Qingshan, who was sitting on the ground, and laughed too.

Grandpa asked Zhao Qingshan to pull him up, and then Zhao Qingshan's small strength really pulled him up.

In fact, he knew that it was Grandpa himself who stood up with his hands on the ground.

One old and one young, on the hillside, were drawn by the sun to cast long shadows, walking and walking, the sky was getting dark...

In a few days, it will be the anniversary of Grandpa Zhao Qingshan's death.

Standing by the window on the second floor of the new villa, looking at the grandpa's grave that was not visible at the foot of Nanshan, Zhao Qingshan suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes became moist.

Beside, Miss Tiantian seemed to see something, so she hurried over, took Zhao Qingshan's hand and asked, "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

His fiancée's question brought Zhao Qingshan back from his memories, he looked at Miss Tiantian with a smile, and said, "It's nothing, I saw the calendar just now, and suddenly remembered that in a few days, it will be Grandpa's." It's the death day."

"Yes, miss grandpa?"

Zhao Qingshan nodded, smiled and said to Tiantian with tears in his eyes: "When I was young, my grandfather brought me up."

Tiantian suddenly became interested in Zhao Qingshan's childhood, and asked, "Oh, then, where is grandma?"

"Grandma left early, before my mother passed the door, grandma was gone."

Sweetie nodded, then took Zhao Qingshan's hand and shook it: "Grandpa must be very kind to you."

"Of course, the canned snacks my aunt bought for grandpa, he is not willing to eat them, so I keep them for me."

Zhao Qingshan wanted to say, unfortunately, now that he has money, he can no longer be filial to his grandfather.

"Then when it's Grandpa's death day, let's prepare more sacrifices. Husband, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and the living have to look forward."

Zhao Qingshan smiled, stroking Tiantian's bulging belly and said: "Yes, generations are like leeks, one crop after another."

In fact, Zhao Qingshan is thinking, where is the right place for Tiantian to have a baby next?

(End of this chapter)