My village can't be like this

Chapter 435 Fishing begins

"Okay, you go to the kitchen and see if the rice dumplings in the steamer are steamed. If they are done, call Xiaoying and I'll spill the realgar wine first."

Wang Fang listened to Zhang An's advice and used all the large bag of realgar she bought today and mixed most of the bucket of water with it.

After explaining it to Zhang An, he went out with a bucket and a pot brush and started spreading it around the house.

After Wang Fang left, Zhang An entered the kitchen. Although it was a hot day, the steamer on the stove was steaming.

I could only hear the boiling water in the pot tumbling, and the whole kitchen was filled with the strong fragrance of glutinous rice.

He didn't have breakfast this morning, and now he was seduced by the smell of glutinous rice. The greedy bug in Zhang An's stomach immediately started to stir.

Listening to the "gurgling" sound in his stomach, Zhang An couldn't bear it anymore, so he reached out and opened the lid of the steamer.

I was just careless and forgot about the steam coming out of the steamer, and I was severely steamed.

Fortunately, although the steam was very hot, it was not as high as boiling water, and Zhang An's hands were rough and fleshy, so he was not burned.

When he opened the steamer, he found that the rice dumplings inside had already been steamed. Zhang An immediately picked one up with chopsticks.

Quickly untying the brown rope tied on top, the glutinous rice inside has become crystal clear and very plump.

The aroma just now was already very tempting, but now that the rice dumpling leaves were opened, how could Zhang An be able to resist it.

After one bite, half of the rice dumpling was in your mouth. It was stuffed with chopped green onion and tofu. The sesame oil and the fragrance of chopped green onion made the tofu marinated very delicious.

The tofu here is old tofu, so after the rice dumplings are steamed, the tofu inside is still intact and has not been blanched.

But let’s not talk about it, this rice dumpling stuffed with chopped green onion and tofu tastes really good.

In particular, the glutinous rice used to make the rice dumplings is soaked in seasonings, and combined with the spices inside, it is very appetizing.

Zhang An has always liked eating tofu mixed with spring onions, and it is a perfect match when mixed with rice.

I still remember that when making rice cakes at home, Wang Fang often made this filling to wrap the rice cakes.

Wang Fang would make more every time. When the rice cakes were wrapped, the rest would go into Zhang An's mouth.

Wang Fang has never used this filling to make rice dumplings before. This time she just tried it a little bit, but she didn't expect it to be so delicious.

Of course, Zhang An did not forget his task. After taking down the rice dumplings, he poured all the rice dumplings into the basket to dry first.

After Wang Fang finished spilling the realgar wine, the family began to eat rice dumplings in the main room.

"Mom, this tofu stuffing is delicious, but it's a pity that the filling is too little."

This was Wang Fang's first time trying it. Because he didn't know whether it was delicious, he made about ten of them. The others were filled with pork and bacon fillings.

A family of four each got two, and the rest went into Zhang An's mouth.

But these four rice dumplings, for a foodie like him, could only serve as a cushion for his stomach.

"I was also worried that it wouldn't taste good, so I didn't dare to pack more. If you like it, I'll pack more next year."

The children liked what they made, and Wang Fang was very happy.

"By the way, Xiao An, if you've finished eating, please send some to Mr. Li and Xiao Chen."

After Zhang An finished eating, Wang Fang picked some rice dumplings and asked Zhang An to deliver them to Chen Ze and Li Mingwu's home.

Needless to say, Chen Ze always calls him auntie every time he comes. Wang Fang has long regarded him as his nephew.

As for Li Mingwu's place, people came over again and again carrying things, and they always wanted to return the favor no matter what.

"Yeah, give it to me, I'll go there now."

Regardless of whether people wrap it themselves or not, it is not rude to give some rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Arriving at Dongli Courtyard, Zhang An found that the residents here took the Dragon Boat Festival very seriously, and there were mugwort hanging on the door of every house.

When Zhang An arrived at Li Mingwu's house, the two elders were having dinner.

"Xiao An is here, come and have dinner together."

Seeing Zhang An come in, Li Mingwu immediately wanted to pull Zhang An to eat together.

"Uncle Li, don't bother. I just ate it at home. Don't worry about me, you guys. My mother made some rice dumplings and asked me to bring some to you."

On the contrary, it exceeded Zhang An's expectation. Although Li Mingwu had wormwood hanging in his house, the two elders had no intention of making rice dumplings.

"That's a good feeling. I don't have a bag at home, so I didn't expect you to deliver it right now."

Li Mingwu did not refuse, and happily accepted the basket sent by Zhang An.

"Aunt Luo and I wanted to pack some, but we just couldn't eat much, so we just went through the trouble."

"That's just right. The rice dumplings have just been steamed and put in the pot. You and Aunt Luo can try them while they are still hot."

Although it is said that it can be eaten after being cooled and steamed, it is not as delicious as the fresh one now.

"Hey, what is this glutinous rice pickled with? It's so red. Your mother must have added chicken blood when making the rice dumplings."

Mrs. Luo opened the rice dumpling leaves and found the chicken blood-like rice dumplings inside. She thought Wang Fang had soaked them in chicken blood.

"Aunt Luo, you didn't add anything, just some seasonings. Our glutinous rice is called chicken blood glutinous rice, and it's the same color."

The glutinous rice used by Zhang An's family last year was chicken blood glutinous rice. This is the first time it is used to make rice dumplings. It tastes slightly glutinous and more fragrant than ordinary glutinous rice.

"I didn't expect there to be this kind of glutinous rice. I've never seen it before, and it's quite delicious."

When I was in the city, both rice and glutinous rice were bought from the farmer's market, so naturally Mrs. Luo had never seen this kind of ancient rice.

"Xiao An, sit down quickly and I'll finish it for you. Even if you've finished eating, you'll have to take a few bites of the food."

Although the two elders did not make rice dumplings, the family respected the Dragon Boat Festival. They cooked a table of dishes and even killed a chicken.

It’s similar to most families in the village. Although many families don’t make rice dumplings, they still make delicious ones.

They bought these chickens from Zhang An's house and raised them. They seemed to be following the local customs.

"Aunt Luo, no, I have to go to the next restaurant. You two, hurry up and eat. I'm leaving first."

Zhang An shook the other basket in his hand. After sending it to Li Mingwu, he had to go to Chen Ze's place.

Regardless of Mrs. Luo's plea to stay, Zhang An went out and went to Chen Ze's house.

The two families were not too far apart, just a gap between two yards.

Chen Ze's family and Li Mingwu's family were just the other way around. The grandfather and grandson actually made the rice dumplings themselves.

When Zhang An arrived, the two men were eating.

"Hey, old man, you even made rice dumplings yourself. I remember, didn't your nanny come home yesterday?"

When Chen Ze picked up the old man, he also called the nanny over.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take care of Mr. Chen at all.

However, their nanny went back yesterday because she had something to do at home.

But before leaving, I went to Zhang An's house to help prepare all the food for the next few days before leaving.

After Wang Fang found out about it, he felt that they would definitely not take action, so he asked Zhang An to send it over.

"Haha, Xiao An is here, come and try it. My old man made this by himself."

It turns out that the grandfather and grandson also wanted to have a festive atmosphere, so Mr. Chen made these rice dumplings himself. But that can only be explained in this way, because Chen Ze, a young man who doesn't know anything when he opens his mouth, how can he do these things.

Just for the past few days, his old man might have to cook for him.

However, after Mr. Chen came to Changqing, his body became much stronger and he looked like an old farmer.

And because he interacts with the old men in the village every day, his personality has become easy-going and very approachable.

When I saw Zhang An coming, I immediately grabbed a rice dumpling and stuffed it into Zhang An's hand.

"Uh. I'm here to deliver rice dumplings, but I didn't expect to eat yours first."

However, the elder dared not say goodbye to the gift, so Zhang An naturally had no reason to put it back.

And he also wanted to see how old Mr. Chen was doing.

But as soon as he took a bite, Zhang An immediately realized something was wrong.

"Grandpa Chen, what kind of glutinous rice do you use for these zongzi? Why doesn't it taste right?"

Because the glutinous rice in this rice dumpling tastes very strange and not delicious at all.

It turned out that not only Zhang An's was an accident, but also all the rice dumplings in their family were like this.

"It's impossible. This rice was bought at your village chief's house. I heard it was last year's new rice."

Because Wang Fang refused to accept money when he went to Zhang An's house to buy rice, Mr. Chen went to other people's houses to buy rice.

"Isn't it true that your glutinous rice has not been soaked before? It is used directly to make rice dumplings."

Since it comes from my uncle's house, then the rice must be normal. Since there is nothing wrong with the rice, it will be a later problem.

When he thought that the grandfather and grandson were not very active all year round, Zhang An probably guessed why.

"No, I soaked it for half an hour."

Before the old man could speak, Chen Ze spoke.

"No matter what the glutinous rice is used for, it needs to be soaked in advance. Normally, it takes one night to soak it. At least it takes half a day."

Sure enough, as I thought, this glutinous rice has not been soaked, so it is normal that it is not delicious.

"Okay, it's better not to eat these rice dumplings. I just happened to bring some here, so you can eat mine."

Although it won't eat people bad, no one will like something that doesn't taste good.

"The aftertaste is right, this is the real rice dumpling."

With the previous foreshadowing, Mr. Chen and Chen Ze are enjoying themselves very well.

"Grandpa Chen, you and Chen Ze should stop cooking for the next two days and come to my house to eat. It happens to be crowded and busy."

After this incident, Zhang An still told the old man.

After all, they both don't know how to cook. If they cook by themselves, they don't know what kind of dark dishes they will make.

It's okay for Chen Ze to eat badly. Anyway, he is still young and his body can withstand it.

But Mr. Chen is different. At his age, it is better not to take this risk.

"If you want it, I'll disturb your family."

The old man was not stubborn either. He had some confidence before, but after eating the rice dumplings he made, he thought about it and gave it up.

Moreover, the food cooked by Zhang An's mother was delicious, and he had no intention of rejecting it.

When going back, Zhang An passed by Wang Hua's door, and then he remembered that he wanted to give some to Wang Hua.

But when he walked into the yard, he found that the door inside was locked. This guy must have gone home.

After all, the Dragon Boat Festival is still on Saturday, so it’s normal to go home and celebrate the festival with your family.

The two days before and after the Dragon Boat Festival flew by, and soon it was June, and Changqing Village began to become lively.

Because the fishing ban on the river has ended, those fishermen who have been holding back the fish in the river for so long are as if they have seen a naked beauty, they are extremely hungry and can’t wait.

If you are in other places and can fish alone during the fishing ban period, you can fish alone.

But here in the big river, it cannot be generalized, because there are too many people fishing here every day.

Last year, there was a person a few meters apart on both sides of the river. It was a huge crowd.

There is no doubt that so many people are a blow to the ecology of the river, so the town has done some research and decided to ban it.

Although the fishermen are obsessed with fishing, they are not disobedient. After all, there is no charge for fishing here, and there are no regulations. The fish are in good condition, and you can keep whatever you catch.

So the people in the town explained it to them, and they basically understood it. Even if a few didn't understand, they couldn't make any trouble.

Although more people come to fish, those who make catering and snacks in the village can make a lot of money.

But if the environment of the river is ruined, no one will be able to benefit from the benefits brought by the river in the future.

Therefore, the villagers in Changqing Village are very willing to cooperate with the town in regulating the river.

After all, they can still distinguish between the benefits of a few years and the benefits of every year.

On the first day of June, not many people came, but Zhang An stood on the bridge and could see fishermen wherever he looked.

In fact, not many people came here early in the morning, and most people didn't come until nine or ten o'clock.

Maybe it’s because they haven’t been here for more than half a year and they have forgotten about taking up a spot.

So the guys who came later found that there was no open space nearby, so they had no choice but to walk downstream, farther and farther.

Fortunately, Changqing has built stone roads on both sides of the river, so walking does not feel like reclaiming wasteland.

"Zhang An, are you busy this afternoon? If not, let's go fishing."

Seeing more and more people coming to fish, Chen Ze became more and more worried, so he simply came to see Zhang An.

Even though he was in Zhang An's fish pond, he could fish as much as he wanted, and there would be no problem if he stayed in it all day long.

But he still likes places with many people, that way he can have enough fun.

"Okay, let me go find the fishing rod."

Seeing Chen Ze's eager eyes, Zhang An agreed very readily.

Anyway, it’s not time to plant rice these days, so there’s nothing to do.

And after all, he hadn't done anything for a long time, so he just went out to bask in the sun.

"Is this what you want? If there's a big fish, why don't you explode the rod?"

Seeing that Zhang An only took a bamboo fishing rod, Chen Ze said a little less optimistically.

He didn't doubt Zhang An's fishing skills, but the pole was indeed open to question.

"Hey, don't look down on this pole. You can catch fish weighing 20 to 30 kilograms casually."

Zhang An has great trust in this and Luo Hanzhu. After all, they are things produced in space.

(End of this chapter)