My village can't be like this

Chapter 178
At dawn the next morning, Zhang An had already woken up.

After washing up, he went out lightly, and then drove out of the village.

Zhang An didn't tell his old mother last night that he would go out so early.

Because once she said it, Wang Fang would definitely get up early in the morning to make breakfast for Zhang An.

So Zhang An went out quietly by himself to let his mother sleep for a while.

Last night, after everyone fell asleep, Zhang An put all the tender ferns collected in the space.

Zhang An took it out when he was about to enter the city.

After some spraying, it looks like it was just plucked from the mountain.

Speaking of which, the location of Ding Yi's supermarket is near the place where Zhang An used to come to sell cherries.

There used to be a lot of traffic in this place, but now that the supermarket is open, there are even more people passing by on the road.

When Zhang An arrived at the entrance of the supermarket, Ding Yi was already waiting at the entrance.

Seeing Zhang An coming, Ding Yi called a few people out from the store, and unloaded the bracken on Zhang An's car in twos and twos.

"This can't be picked overnight, why does it look fresher than the one I pulled back that day?"

Ding Yi's previous car was sprayed with water when it was pulled back.

But after such a long journey, when he pulled into the store, he still felt a little sluggish.

It's just that when he sees Zhang An pulling these from the car, the brackens look energetic, even the leaves are still standing upright.

It looks like it has just been picked from the ground.

"Maybe the temperature is low at night, so it's easy to store."

Zhang Andang knew that this was a miraculous effect of space, but he couldn't tell Ding Yi about it.

After unloading the things from the car, Ding Yi sent someone to put them in the shop and start selling them.

I didn't take the scale first, because Zhang An had weighed it at home.

There is still some trust between him and Zhang An.

Zhang An gave him a list, and after he glanced at it, he counted the money for Zhang An.

Zhang An told him last night that he wanted to advance the money first, but the villagers didn't want it.

So Ding Yi specially prepared some change for Zhang An today, so that when he takes it back, he can easily share the money.

There are a lot of change things in supermarkets.

Knowing that Zhang An drove out just after dawn in the morning, and he hasn't had breakfast yet.

So after unloading the bracken, Ding Yi took Zhang An to the place too early.

Although the county is small, there are many kinds of food to eat.

The streets are full of people selling buns, fried dough sticks and porridge.

There are also fried cakes, glutinous rice and freshly baked mochi balls.

You can see people busy at work everywhere, and they go to the side of the stall to buy some.

There are many noodle restaurants next to it, and there are many kinds of glutinous rice dumplings.

Anyway, after a week, I can change the pattern of eating, and I can't repeat the same thing every day, and I can't finish it.

"Anzi, this mutton noodle restaurant should be the best in our county. I eat here often, so I'll bring you over to try it today."

Before Zhang An entered the store, he knew it by himself when he saw the familiar handwritten signboard.

Ding Yi is right, this restaurant is considered the best mutton noodle restaurant in the whole county.

The restaurant of their family has been open for decades, and later generations are famous in the city.

This is mainly due to the large portion of their home, and the mutton soup and oil chili are made from their own unique recipes.

When he arrived at the store, Ding Yi told the boss the old rules, two servings today.

The boss greeted them with a smile to sit down. It could be seen that this guy did come here often and knew the boss well.

Although it was already nine o'clock, there were still quite a few people in the restaurant.

Not long after, Ding Yihao's rice noodles were scalded by the boss and brought out.

In the large bowl, strips of snow-white rice noodles are placed at the bottom of the bowl, and many slices of cooked lamb are placed on it.

The mutton is local black goat, very tasty.

There are also various seasonings such as pepper, monosodium glutamate and salt on the top, as well as chopped coriander and garlic sprouts.

Add the store's own special red oil chili, and finally pour the broth made from lamb bones.

Before I started to move my chopsticks, I could already smell the aroma of mutton scalded by broth.

Looking at the thick layer of mutton in the bowl, this is much more than the weight of later generations.

Why is mutton cheap in this era? In later generations, a catty of mutton is sold for more than 100 yuan, which is simply terrible.

Afterwards, the boss brought out two large bowls and placed them on the table of the two.

It is full of scorpions from the store, mutton and haggis, etc.

If it weren't for the fact that it was morning, Zhang An estimated that this man would have to add two kidneys.

"Zhang An, eat, the mutton they cook is very good."

Zhang An is not polite, if he eats this little food, he may be half full.

When Zhang An was in high school, he had a goal in mind when he went out to eat rice.

One day, when you come out to eat noodles, you must add more meat, because there is more meat than noodles.

Unexpectedly, Ding Yi led him to achieve this goal before he thought of it.

"By the way, I see that you have a whistle on your car, get some out and try it."

As for the crisp whistle made by Wang Fang, Ding Yi liked it very much after eating it before.

Seeing that Zhang An brought a lot in the car now, I thought about asking him to get some out and try it.

"That's not okay. This is for people. You have to eat it and bring it to you next time, or you can get it yourself."

Hearing that Zhang An said it was for someone else, Ding Yi didn't continue to do it.

After eating, Ding Yi walked out of the shop with a relaxed expression.

"Go, go to my place and sit down, you haven't been to my house yet."

In the past, Zhang An went to the city many times, but most of them went to Chen Ze's house.

Ding Yi hadn't been here yet. At that time, Ding Yi often lived in the provincial capital and didn't move here.

"Forget it, come back next time, I still have something to do today."

After saying goodbye to Ding Yi at the entrance of the supermarket, Zhang An drove directly to the county.

Then remembering that Su Ying seemed to like eating Bodhisattva, Zhang An made some more this time.

When we arrived at the door of Su Ying's dormitory, the door was still closed, and there was no movement inside.

The same is true for Wang Min's dormitory next door, it's only nine o'clock now.

Today is Saturday, Zhang An guesses that Su Ying is in bed again.

Dong dong dong

After Zhang An knocked on the door a few times, Su Ying's lazy voice came from inside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Zhang An."

When Su Ying heard that Zhang An had come, she ran over to open the door without changing her pajamas.

"Why did you come here?"

Seeing Zhang An at the door, Su Ying was very pleasantly surprised.

When the two are passionately in love, who wouldn't want to get tired of being together every day.

After pulling Zhang An into the room, Su Ying closed the door.

"I missed you, so I came here. Look at you, it's so cold here, and you don't even wear shoes."

Seeing Su Ying get off the bed with her bare feet and open the door, Zhang An blamed her.

"Hey, it's okay, it's not cold anyway."

Zhang An put down the thing in his hand, and picked it up by Su Ying's waist.

"Ah~"

Su Ying, who was suddenly picked up by Zhang An, panicked and quickly put her arms around Zhang An's neck.

The two hadn't seen each other for a few days, smelling Su Ying's familiar scent, Zhang An looked at Su Ying with burning eyes.

After putting Su Ying on the bed, looking for Cherry Xiaozui, she ruthlessly poured out her heart.

After entanglement for a long time, Zhang An felt that Su Ying was a little short of oxygen, so Zhang An planned to let Teacher Xiao Su who was panting in his arms go.

But he didn't do anything else afterwards, he lay on the bed and hugged Su Ying in his arms, talking about what he had been thinking for a long time.

There are no mobile phones in this era, and it is very inconvenient for two people to contact each other.

There is no telephone in Su Ying's dormitory, so she has to go to a shop outside the campus to make calls every time.

So it was Su Ying who called Zhang An every time.

"Zhang An, the cherry blossoms at home are blooming. I saw that the ones in the school are all blooming. They are snow-white, so beautiful."

There are many trees planted in the campus in the county, among which there are some fruit trees such as cherry trees and loquat trees.

When Zhang An was in school, every year when the cherries and loquats were ripe, many students secretly went to pick them at night.

Schools do not allow students to pick fruit by themselves for fear of them falling from the tree.

"It has already bloomed, and now the mountain is full of flowers, and the peach blossoms are also blooming very well, and we will be able to eat cherries and peaches soon."

As Zhang An said, he told Su Ying about a reporter entering the village.

Su Ying was very happy to hear that someone took pictures of the animals at home.

"Then when will they mail the photos, I really want to see them."

"They just went back yesterday. I guess it will take several days. When I receive the email, I will bring it here for you to see."

The time the two stayed together was very happy, and before they knew it, it was noon.

It wasn't until Wang Min knocked on the door and called Su Ying to eat that Zhang An realized that it was getting late.

After opening the door, Wang Min saw that Zhang An was with Su Ying, so he stopped shouting immediately.

"Forget it, I'll eat by myself, so I won't bother you two."

After she finished speaking, Wang Min went downstairs by herself, even though Zhang An called her, she didn't look back.

After Su Ying changed and washed, Zhang An accompanied her to have lunch.

Zhang An originally wanted to take her out for a walk, but Su Ying didn't want to go down the mountain.

There was no place to go shopping in the county, so I ended up walking around the school.

After returning, I was tired of crooked in the dormitory for a long time.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Su Ying urged Zhang An to go back.

When Zhang An got home, it was already five or six o'clock, and the ladies who had gone to pick bracken on the mountain also came back.

Just came to weigh, and at the same time received yesterday's money.

At night, Ding Yi called again.

It is said that the bracken pulled over today is sold out, and many people come to ask if there is any more.

Let Zhang An inform the fern-picking ladies in the village and let them continue to pick ferns.

The bracken business has been going on for more than a week, and the shipments of Ding Yi Supermarket have dropped down.

Zhang An asked the villagers to stop picking, just to save some ferns on the mountain, but they couldn't finish picking.

Originally, Zhang An wanted to tell Ding Yi what Bracken did, in order to find some ways to generate income for the villagers.

But now I heard from the lady in the village that the fern moss on the nearby mountain has almost been harvested.

If you want to pick it, you have to go to a distant mountain, which is not worth the loss.

So let's wait until next year to discuss this method.

But even so, everyone is very satisfied.

There is an income of more than 30 yuan a day, and everyone can earn more than 200 yuan in a week.

This is something they didn't even dare to think about before, and the money can buy a lot of meat.

It's just that these ladies didn't go out to publicize it, lest others would complain that Zhang An didn't inform them after hearing it.

After they stopped picking moss on the mountain, they still had things to do.

Because the annual spring tea has come to the time to harvest.

Wang Fang went up the mountain to pick the tea for two or three days, and the tea at home had already been picked.

However, Zhang An still brought some new tea leaves home every day, which Zhang An planted in the space.

When Wang Fang asked, Zhang An said that he bought it from someone else.

It is said that people who come from home like the tea at home, so I bought more tea this year and came back to fry.

Last year, many people came home and said they wanted to buy tea, but Wang Fang didn't ask.

The tea of ​​this era is really a very good quality spring tea.

They are all young shoots in March and April, and they are all hand-picked without a single old leaf.

In later generations, even raw tea like this Yunwu tea from the top of the mountain would cost hundreds of yuan a catty.

And in this season, those dealers have to rush over to collect them.

If it comes late, the first buds will be bought by others.

In the past few days, Zhang An has always looked for opportunities to go out, and then brought home a big mouthful of fresh tea.

Wang Fang didn't doubt that he was there, she fired as much as Zhang An brought back.

Because Zhang An brings back too much each time, the speed of finishing work and frying tea is relatively slow.

So Zhang Jianguo didn't go out to stock them these days, but fried tea with Wang Fang at home.

Zhang An picked two hundred catties of raw tea from the space back and forth.

The tea leaves in the space, especially the young leaves, have a higher water content than those picked in the morning on the top of the mountain.

These two hundred catties of raw tea seem to be a lot, but judging from the results of roasting tea last year.

When the frying is completed, it would be good to have a forty catties.

The family of three has been fine for the past few days, so they just stay at home and fry tea.

It took three full days of frying before the tea leaves that Zhang An took out were finished.

After dinner in the evening, Zhang An chatted with everyone in the yard, and Wang Fang at home shouted a few times at the door.

"Xiao'an, come over to answer the phone, a man named Wang Hua is looking for you."

Hearing that it was Wang Hua who called, Zhang An guessed that after he went back in the past few days, he had already edited the photos.

"Hello, Reporter Wang."

"Zhang An, you don't have to be so polite, just call me by my name, or Old Wang."

Wang Hua on the other end of the phone smiled and said.

"I'm not happy to call you Old Wang, I'd better call you Little Brother Wang."

It's not good to be young, everyone has to call brother when you see him, Wang Hua is estimated to be five or six years older than Zhang An.

"Ah, what's wrong with being called Lao Wang?"

Hearing what Zhang An said, Wang Hua was a little puzzled.

"Haha, it's okay, I just feel like I'm calling you old."

Remembering that Lao Wang Lao Song next door has not yet become famous, Zhang An explained to Wang Hua with a suppressed smile.

"By the way, Zhang An, the photos I took at your house a few days ago have been developed, and I sent them to you from the post office today, and they should arrive in a few days."

Now there is no courier company, and the post office will send and receive them uniformly.

Even from the city to the small village below, it will take several days.

"Then thank you little brother Wang first, come and play later when you are free, I invite you to dinner."

"Then let's talk about it. When we have time, we will go there."

(End of this chapter)