My village can't be like this

Chapter 322 The reason why grandson never comes home is found
After more than ten minutes, the sheep was completely skinned, leaving only the white and tender flesh.

According to this speed, it is indeed much faster than shaving after boiling water.

After the sheep was chopped up, Huang Erye and Zhang An then slaughtered the other one.

The little fat sheep that had been stripped clean was taken over by Fourth Master Zhang and disemboweled.

As soon as he emptied the internal organs, Fourth Master Zhang cut a piece and handed it to Wang Fang, who was waiting to take it back and cook it.

Although the mutton needs to be stewed for a long time, Zhang An has a pressure cooker at home.

So if you start cooking now, the mutton should be on the table in time for lunch.

The other stray sheep suffered the same fate. It was carried to the desk by Zhang An and then awaited trial.

By the time the two old men had tidied up the two sheep in the yard, lunch had been prepared in the house.

Zhang An felt that when slaughtering these two sheep, the time spent peeling off the skin was not as long as the time spent unloading the meat.

Mr. Huang's hands were feeling warm and he wanted to lead out the two deer.

But in the end, the old man held back. After all, he had to eat soon. He would kill them first and let them cool down later, so they would not be so easy to peel.

On weekdays when there are few people, Zhang An’s family basically eats hot pot every time because of convenience.

There were so many people today, it was rare that Zhang An's family did not continue to cook large pots of food. Wang Fang came out again and served a large table of cooking.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for? Let's eat quickly. The weather is bad. It won't taste good when it gets cold later."

Wang Fang shouted for a while, but Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhang were still reluctant to put down their swords.

So Grandpa Zhang An got up and shouted, and then asked Mr. Chen to come inside.

There are so many people today, and there are exactly ten people dining, enough to fill a table.
Fortunately, Zhang An had changed the stove in advance and replaced it with an extra large one. The previous one couldn't really seat so many people.

The temperature is too low now, so we have to eat on the table.

It is estimated that those stir-fried vegetables will not last long on the table, and the lard inside will solidify.

"Old man, this is your favorite fish with fine scales. I picked out the best ones and cooked them today."

Mr. Chen's hobby of fine-scaled fish has not been forgotten by Zhang An, because Chen Ze comes to purchase it every month.

While Wang Fang was making lunch, he specially picked out a particularly plump thin-scaled fish that weighed seven or eight kilograms from the space.

Because the stove in Zhang An's house couldn't rotate, Zhang An moved this steamed fish with fine scales in front of the old man while eating.

They didn't care about the fish. After all, they were tired of it after eating it at home for so long.

"You are a thoughtful kid and you can still remember the old man's hobbies, so I won't be polite."

Mr. Chen has been in the military for most of his life, so he is very straightforward and not coy at all.

He picked up the chopsticks without being polite to Zhang An, picked up a piece, put it into the bowl, and started picking at it.

"What's wrong, old man, is the way the fish is cooked not to your liking?"

Mr. Chen picked out the thorns and put them in his mouth, but he frowned while eating.

After Zhang An found out, he didn't think there was something wrong with the fish, so he thought the cooking method didn't suit his taste.

"That's not true. This fish is the most delicious steamed fish I have ever eaten. Even though the ones made at home were pretty good before, there is still a gap in this comparison."

When Zhang An asked, Mr. Chen shook his head and hurriedly explained, fearing that he would be misunderstood by his master if he spoke too late.

What puzzled him just now was that the same fish cooked at their house was already delicious.

After all, their chefs were selected and changed over and over again before they were finally found.

Apart from anything else, Mr. Chen liked his professional cooking skills very much.

I didn't expect that there would be someone in Zhang An's house today whose cooking skills were better than theirs.

And after looking around, he quickly determined that the person cooking was Zhang An's mother.

So he felt very puzzled as to why a country woman had such skills.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Fang was Zhang An's mother, I'm afraid he would have wanted to ask directly if he would like to work at their house.

Zhang An didn't explain this either. Others didn't know, but he still knew it in his heart.

He knew his old mother's craftsmanship thoroughly, and although it was very good, it was not to the level of a first-line chef.

The reason why it works so well is not just because the ingredients are produced in space.

And when cooking, most of the seasonings used are grown by Zhang An himself in the space.

Since you don’t have enough talent or skills, you can make do with ingredients.

Wine is definitely indispensable at the dinner table at Zhang An's house.

Although the fruit wine Zhang An brewed was not ready yet, he still brewed a lot of medicinal wine.

Although they were drinking, no one encouraged them. Everyone sitting here was used to eating at Zhang An's house.

Each person has one or two liang cups, pour [-] liang of Huangjing wine, just taste it, and drink it until it is finished.

According to the conditions of Chen Ze's family, Mr. Chen has never drunk any kind of wine. If he wants this medicinal wine, he can get a lot of it right away.

But today his eyes were opened. This wine was indeed extraordinary. Although it was only two ounces, he felt very comfortable after drinking it.

This was a feeling he had never experienced when drinking. He couldn't help but want to drink more.

However, he found that everyone at the table finished their cups and then stopped to eat.

This was different from what he imagined. Shouldn't mountain people be very good at drinking?
Moreover, people in the mountains usually greet their guests with great enthusiasm, and they are the kind of people who have enough to eat and drink.

But now everyone only tastes it briefly, including Zhang An’s second grandfather, who only takes small sips of a small glass of wine.

He doesn't think that everyone here is not good at drinking, and no one will believe him if he says he can't drink.

So when he saw other people not pouring wine, he was naturally embarrassed to speak.

I thought there were some rules in Zhang An's family, so I stopped.

After all, when you are a guest in someone else's home, you just do as you please.

In fact, it's not that Zhang An doesn't let everyone drink more. The main reason is that this wine is relatively tonic, so two taels per meal is the most appropriate.

Others are fine, but Mr. Chen's body may be a little unbearable if there are too many.

This is no joke. Apart from the wine, all the medicinal materials added to this wine were grown by Zhang An in the space.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a great tonic. After a while, after Zhang An brews his own wine, he will be completely healthy.

But after he stopped drinking, Mr. Chen's attention shifted to other dishes on the stove.

"Well, this mutton stew is good. It doesn't taste bad."

Now Mr. Chen is more and more certain that Zhang An's mother is a very good cook.

Because the mutton was not only delicious when stewed, but he didn't even taste the mutton.

There are people who like the smell of mutton, and there are also those who don’t.

But in Zhang An's place, most people don't like the smell of mutton.

"Old man, the meat of this wild goat is just like this. It tastes soft, tender and fragrant without any smell."

"And it has a nourishing effect, which is especially suitable for the elderly. You should eat more."

Mr. Chen nodded. Such delicious food had already aroused his greediness that had not appeared for many years.

I didn't expect that my little grandson, who was usually unreliable, would be brought to such a good place today.

Thinking of Chen Ze, Mr. Chen felt strange that his grandson had been silent since the meal.

It's completely different from at home. When eating at home, he talks a lot and can't stop even after eating.

As a result, he didn't say a word here. He thought it was because he was there, so Chen Ze restrained himself a little.

As a result, when he turned around to look, he only found that his grandson was busy putting vegetables into the bowl.

The way he was eating made him feel angry. If it weren't for not being at home, he would have been criticized for saying this.It turned out that he was not talking because he was busy eating and had no time to talk.

After lunch, Zhang An made tea and greeted everyone.

Mr. Chen feels that he has been living comfortably today for all these years.

The wine was delicious, the meal was delicious, and the tea after the meal was even more delicious. I felt like my previous life had been in vain.

At this moment, he finally discovered the reason why his grandson didn't love home and liked to run here whenever he had time.

Who wouldn't like this kind of life in such a place?

Especially a few days ago, Chen Ze went out and stayed for several days before going back.

As a result, Chen Ze's performance surprised him. His grandson actually got up early in the morning.

And he actually did Tai Chi in the yard like him.

And when he looked carefully, he found that his grandson was playing better than him.

When pressed, Chen Zecai told him that he had only recently learned this from Zhang An.

Mr. Chen didn't understand who could make his grandson change so much.

So Mr. Chen is very curious about his grandson's friend.

No, he rarely leaves home, so he came here with Chen Ze today.

Mr. Huang took a half-pay break and was ready to start working.

"Okay, okay, let's start working. Get the deer out quickly."

"Okay, I'll get it right away."

Following Mr. Huang's shout, Chen Ze and Ding Yi immediately ran to the circle to lead the deer.

"Old Chen, that end of yours is mine, and this end is yours."

When they arrived at the big circle, Ding Yi discovered that Chen Ze was holding the one he had chosen.

At that time, this guy was thrown to the ground by Zhang An, and a piece of his head was rubbed off. There is still a scar now.

"Oh, aren't the two ends the same? How can they be so clearly distinguished?"

Chen Ze didn't care, they were all deer anyway, not to mention they were all about the same size, even if they were bigger or smaller, he didn't care.

"No, no, this guy almost hit me that day, but I was sure of him."

Ding Yi felt that it was not possible. He had to avenge this revenge no matter what, and he would have to cramp and peel off the skin, remove the bones and eat the flesh later.

"Okay, okay, give it to you, give it to you, you said you are such a big man, you are already thirty years old, how can you compete with a deer."

Chen Ze shook his head helplessly and exchanged the deer with him.

Mr. Huang is an expert at slaughtering deer, and his skills are even better than those of slaughtering sheep.

The two grass deer had just arrived on the desk and died before they felt any pain.

"Bring a basin over quickly and take out the deer's heart first."

It was Huang Erye's habit to remove the heart first when killing a deer. After hearing this, Zhang An quickly brought a basin from home.

Mr. Huang opened the cavity first and quickly took out the fresh deer heart inside.

"Hey, it can still beat."

Chen Zecong looked at the beating heart of the deer in the basin and couldn't help but reach out and touch it. It seemed to be quite strong.

"This is nothing. If I were to slaughter a cow, the heart would probably pop out if you hold it in your hands."

Mr. Huang smiled and said to the two of them.

"Really? How powerful is a cow's heart?"

The two of them had only eaten beef and seen cows walking, but they had never seen the scene of killing cows.

"Not to mention the heart, the meat from the cow can still be felt beating after being cut off for a long time."

While Erye Huang was chatting with the young people, his hand holding the knife showed no intention of stopping.

The small skinning knife was in his hand, as if he was trying to make a fool of himself.

After a while, the deer skin was skinned.

"This grass deer has been fed at Zhang An's house for a few days, and it seems to be stronger than the past few days."

The other people didn't pay attention, but Mr. Huang could feel it clearly.

When I was rushing down the mountain a few days ago, I could still see the backbone on the other side. Although it was not thin, there was not much meat either.

But when he started today, he could no longer feel the obvious backbone when he touched the deer's back.

It was obvious that he had gained a lot of weight during the past twenty days at Zhang An's house.

After handling the two deer, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen Ze originally thought of not removing the meat and just pulling the whole deer back.

But the trunk of his car was not easy to put in. Considering that he had to unpack it himself when he got back, he finally asked Mr. Huang to dismantle Brother Lu.

"Second Master, it's hard for you to be old today. This is our little thought."

The two of them had never eaten deer heads, so they didn't plan to take them back. Then each of them cut a deer leg and handed it to Mr. Huang.

The two of them heard Zhang An say that when killing a New Year pig, instead of giving money to the butcher, a piece of meat should be given as a token of gratitude.

Therefore, they felt that it was natural for them to express their gratitude to Mr. Huang who had been busy all day.

They both felt that Mr. Huang was quite funny and spoke nicely, but he was a bit unreasonable when it came to paying him, so they cut off his legs directly.

"It's over. I just want this head. You can take the rest."

When the butcher cuts his knife, he naturally has to take something back with him. If he doesn’t bring money, he will take meat with him.

Therefore, Mr. Huang did not refuse and accepted the two deer heads, but pushed back the two deer legs.

According to the price at which he sold venison a few days ago, two venison legs cost more than 100 yuan.

He just killed two grass deer and skinned them. How could he ask for so much? His hands were not made of gold.

"If it's not Er Ye, just take a deer head. What's the meat in that thing?"

Seeing that Mr. Huang didn't want the deer leg, both of them felt quite embarrassed.

"You two young people don't understand this. Although you don't clean up your head, it's not bad at all."

Even though the deer has a lot of bones in its head, Mr. Huang really didn’t lie. It was really delicious after being packed.

Zhang An was lucky enough to eat it once when he was young, but it was too troublesome to clean up, and not many people knew how to do it.

Nowadays, everyone hunts deer and sells them directly on the street.

No one is willing to eat it at home, so I really can’t eat it normally.

Seeing that Mr. Huang wanted to give him life or death, Chen Ze and the others did not insist on giving away the deer legs.

It's just that both of them asked Zhang An for a bottle of wine to give to Mr. Huang, because they didn't bring it with them in the car when they came.

Mr. Huang was quite a bachelor, so he didn't show any courtesy when he saw the wine, so he accepted it with a smile.

The venison was money, and the old man didn't want to accept it, but he also wanted to make good friends with the two of them.

But wine is life. The old man would rather not have money because he has to hold on to his life.

"Zhang An, get me some of your mutton and today's new tofu."

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