The Northern Stories of Chef Lao Tan

Chapter 510 Beautiful Beauty Valley
Green mountains and green waters, Xia Cui overlapping peaks.

A pool of fish ponds, a piece of hills, a few scattered farmers, and a few wisps of cooking smoke.

The playboys playing in the river bare buttocks caught fish from time to time and laughed excitedly, and the shepherd boys riding on the cows leisurely went down Nanshan.Farmers in the color of loess stood in the fields, shaking heavy ears of grain in their hands, smiling at the harvest that was about to be harvested.

Which family's mother-in-law stood at the gate of the courtyard and called out the baby's baby name loudly, and set the sun on Xishan Mountain, fragrant the game and mountain delicacies in the rice pot.

There was a line of cars lined up at the gate of the Beautiful Valley Farmhouse, which indicated that it would be full again tonight.In the back kitchen, several women in white overalls each operate five small iron pot earthen stoves, in which are stewed small stupid chicken stewed with mushrooms, big goose stewed potatoes, river fish stewed with homemade tofu, pork ribs stewed potatoes with beans, Beef Stewed Tomatoes with Celery, Kid Stewed Yam ---
In the fish pond to the east of the farmyard, five or six fishermen sat on small horses, staring intently at the floats on the water.The half-drunk drinks and beer bottles around me stood on the ground, and the fish caught in the fish hole were still trying to kill and break the net in vain.

Smoke rose from the two rows of neat farmyards at the foot of Dongshan Gener. The people living here are all from the city to experience rural life. There are almost no young people. They are all 50 years old and above, and they are all husband and wife.

The rent for the small courtyard is not expensive, [-] yuan a month, water, electricity and firewood are all included, but food is not included.The food here is not expensive. There are vegetable sheds and vegetable gardens in the farmyard. The green vegetables are half cheaper than those in the city, and they are all green and pollution-free, so you can rest assured.

If you want to eat fish, there are fish ponds, where carp, crucian carp, grass carp, silver carp, and squid are all alive and kicking.

Meat is even more convenient. Farmers have enough chickens, ducks, and geese. If they want to eat, they spend money to buy them. They are also responsible for slaughtering and chopping them into pieces, which is almost cooked.You can call it cooked if you want, just pay a processing fee.

In addition, there is a butcher shop in the farmyard. Pork, mutton, and beef are all fresh. You can buy them at any time, and the price is fair.

At the beginning, Xiang always wanted to raise stupid pigs by himself, but later he decided that it would be unnecessary. Every family raises pigs here, and it’s not worth the trouble. If they build a pigsty and buy pigs, they have to hire a breeder, which is not cost-effective.

So he opened a butcher's shop to collect stupid pork, mutton and beef from Guli and several nearby villages, at the same price as the market.This not only solves the problem of using meat in the farmyard, but also facilitates tourists and villagers. It kills two birds with one stone and makes money, so why not do it.

The heads of businessmen are not given in vain.

At the foot of the mountain, Aqiao Winery, in the small yard of Zhou Xiaomei's parents.

Lao Tan and Xiaomei's parents and Xiaomei's mother sat at the table under the tree and ate. On the table were lamb's feet, fried nail mushrooms, stewed tofu with Chinese cabbage, shallots, cucumbers, wild vegetables with dipping sauce, and rice with rice.

Lao Tan still drank Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng wine, Xiaomei's father drank Xiao Shao, Xiaomei's mother didn't drink, and ate with him.

"Brother, you are much more energetic than last time when you come back this time, so it seems that there is nothing serious." Xiaomei's father said.

Lao Tan put a shallot dipped in sauce into his mouth, and after eating, he said, "It's nothing, the main thing is that I'm in a good mood, so I didn't take it to heart."

Xiaomei's father said: "That's right. Three percent of the illness is seven percent of the recovery, and it's all about the mood. The recovery of the illness depends entirely on the mood, and the mood is half the recovery from the illness."

Xiaomei's mother took her wife's words and said: "That's not true, it all depends on the mood. If you are sick, you have to be big-hearted and think about it, or you can say that no matter how good the medicine is, it can't cure the death of the heart-"

Xiaomei's mother suddenly stopped talking, swallowed the word "ghost" abruptly, and immediately said "peh peh" twice: "Look at my mouth, what are you talking about."

Old Tan laughed, and said, "Old sister-in-law, just say whatever you want, it's all right, I have no restrictions."

Xiaomei's father also laughed, and said, "I don't care about my old brother, it's my own family." Then he taught his wife, "That should be the case, medicine can never kill a disease."

Just as they were talking, two people came in from the gate of the courtyard. Old Tan saw that it was Wan Jun and Mr. Xiang.

Lao Tan hurriedly got up and shook hands with the two old friends.

Wan Jun held Lao Tan's hand and said excitedly: "I went to Niuxintun to go to the countryside, and I stopped by to see my second aunt and second uncle, and I happened to keep telling you that you were here."

Lao Tan was also very happy and said, "I arrived the day before yesterday."

Wan Jun asked with concern: "How is your health recently? I've been wanting to see you. Hey, I've been busy and haven't found time."

Old Tan said: "Don't look at me, it's fine, I'm taking traditional Chinese medicine, and I'm under control."

At this time, Mr. Xiang said to Mr. Wan Jun: "I said you still don't believe me, how about it, let's write back this time, Mr. Tan is fine, good luck."

Several people laughed.

Wan Jun and Mr. Xiang sat down, Xiaomei's mother took the bowls and chopsticks, and went back to the room to cook two dishes.

After a while, Lao Tan and Wan Jun hadn't seen each other for several years. The two had always cherished each other, so it was inevitable that they would chat a little more and drink a few more drinks. By the time Wan Jun and Mr. Xiang left, Lao Tan was already a little drunk.

Wan Jun held Lao Tan's hand and said, "Boss Tan, you must take good care of yourself and take good care of your body. I have nothing to do with you."

Old Tan said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'll come in two days, let's chat for a while."

"Well, wait for you."

Then Wan Jun turned to Mr. Xiang and said, "Mr. Xiang, you must take good care of Mr. Tan. Others don't know, but we both know. Without Mr. Tan, there would be no Beautiful Valley today. Don't think I'm not the first secretary now, but I My heart is here, my heart is here—Tan is always a nobleman of our beautiful valley, he must take good care of him——”

After Wan Jun and Mr. Xiang left, Lao Tan and Xiaomei's parents said goodbye and walked back.

There are three more days of Mid-Autumn Festival, the night is cool, and the small wind blows on the body very refreshing.The moon scattered its bright light in this valley like a paradise, and everything around was quiet, and the occasional barking of dogs rendered the artistic conception of the mountain village.

Lao Tan walked on a flat gravel road, the road was not wide, and street lights were on every 50 meters like in a city.This is the benefit that Mr. Xiang gave to Meili Valley, and the common people talked about him a lot.

Lao Tan recalled the scene when he first came to Beautiful Valley. At that time, there were only green mountains and green waters, and there was a ski resort in Beishan.The primary school is dilapidated, and the villagers depend on the sky for food, living in poverty.

In the past few years, there have been earth-shaking changes, and now the people in the beautiful valley are incomparable to those in the city, that is called happiness.

It's still the country's policy——

Of course, there must be good cadres, good cadres like Wan Jun who are always considerate of the people.It's a pity that there are not many such good cadres nowadays. If all village officials are like him, what will China be like?

Who is not afraid to see it?
When Lao Tan thought this way, he had already walked to the street of the small farmyard. The first family was an elderly couple. They had obviously eaten dinner. The old man was sitting on the stone bench at the door to enjoy the shade, and the old lady was watching TV inside.

Old Tan greeted warmly: "It's cool, bro."

"Well, it's cool, you just came back?" the old man said.

"just came back."

"Sit in the house for a while?"

"No, it's getting late."

Lao Tan greeted his neighbors four times in this way, and then came to his door, opened the door and entered the courtyard, before entering the house in a hurry, sat down on a stool in the courtyard, and lit a cigarette.

It's August Festival in three days. Are you going home for the holiday?he thinks.

Then I thought that it was only a few days since I left home, the house was fine and my mother was fine, so it would be good to go back, but going back so soon would inevitably lead to interrogation, which was impossible.

In recent years, I seldom spend the New Year at home. Not only am I used to it, but my family is also used to it. It’s okay not to go back.

It seems that this year's August [-]th will be spent here alone.

It's okay to live alone, be quiet.

When he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach without warning. At first he thought it was something wrong with eating, the pain passed after a while, but it became more and more severe, and he could not straighten his waist in a few minutes. Slipped off the stool to the ground and passed out.

(End of this chapter)