My village can't be like this

Chapter 448 Corn on the cob replaced with donkey meat

After a year, seeing fresh corn cobs again, still sweet and soft glutinous rice, made Zhang An's stomach turn upside down.

I haven't had anything to eat for so long before, and when I didn't see it, I didn't feel anything at all.

But when I suddenly saw it, I was so greedy that I couldn't stop.

There were only a dozen or so young buds in this basket, leaving two or three to stir-fry and eat at night, but not much was left. Zhang An's mouth was so big that one person would have to chew on several of them.

"Go, go, there are only these few. Send these to Xiao Chen and Sister-in-law Luo. The rest will have to wait for a few days. I'm afraid I will feed you until you don't want to eat anymore."

Wang Fang ignored Zhang An. After grabbing two or three, he handed the basket to Zhang An and asked him to deliver it to the homes of Chen Ze and Li Mingwu.

It's not that Wang Fang doesn't want to break off more, but it's because only these few are cooked, and the others are not that interesting, but it is estimated that it will only be in these two days.

"Okay, okay, I'll go see you off right away."

Zhang An was a little disappointed, but only a little.

I made up my mind to add some ingredients to the vegetable field in the evening so that the corn will mature tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so it can be used as early fertilization.

Carrying the basket, Zhang An walked towards Dongli Courtyard. He met no villagers on the way, but met many residents of Dongli Courtyard.

They are all old ladies, gathering in groups at the intersection at the moment, chatting about homely things.

It seems that in the past few months since they moved to the village, they have integrated into the village life, and even learned the way the old ladies in the village do their daily chores.

"Oh, Xiao Zhang is here. Is your corn ready to eat? Then I'll go buy a few and fry them. I'm tired of the recent dishes."

Mrs. Lu quickly saw Zhang An approaching during the heated chat, but she saw more of the corn cobs in Zhang An's basket.

He immediately took the lead and surrounded Zhang An, staring at the corn cobs inside.

Corn cobs are not yet on the market this season, and even Zhang An's are not yet fully mature. These things are new to them.

Although they grow some vegetables in their own yards, they still have to buy most of them from the village.

In this season, there are not many types of vegetables grown in rural areas, so they almost have nothing to eat.

I happened to see the corn cobs in Zhang An's basket, and I immediately wanted to buy some to change the dishes.

"Don't tell me, my little grandson's favorite is fried corn kernels with minced meat. He also likes to eat them cooked. I have to buy some more to take home."

"Have you noticed that the corn from Xiao Zhang's family has a very fragrant smell, and it doesn't taste better when cooked."

Suddenly, a few old ladies talked to each other and made an appointment to chop corn cobs at Zhang An's house.

"Grandma, if you want to eat it, you may have to wait two or three days. My mother saw it today and there are only a few that can be broken. There is still a little time for the others."

Zhang An had a wry smile on his face, he didn't even have to eat it himself yet, how could he have any extra to sell to these old ladies.

"That's it, let's wait a few days, but you have a lot here, so just give me one. I'll put in more chili and pork when I go back, and I can make a bowl of it."

After listening to Zhang An's words, the old ladies gave up the idea of ​​going to their house to buy.

But the idea came to the corn cobs in his basket.

"Grandma, if you have more, I will give you a few. But these are for my Grandpa Chen. To be honest, I don't even have to eat them."

Zhang An regretted that he should not have covered himself with something when he came out, so that others would not see him.

"It turned out to be for Old Man Chen, so we won't compete with him and will go to your house to buy it in a few days."

When the old ladies heard that it was for Grandpa Chen Ze, they stopped stopping Zhang An.

Because among this group of old men and women, Chen Ze's grandfather is the oldest. He is almost eighty, and is much older than them.

After all, at such an old age, no one can say how many days he will have in the future. It is really not easy to compete with him.

"Grandmas, you chat first while I go over first."

Finally getting rid of the encirclement of several old ladies, Zhang An quickly said hello and left.

Because these old ladies are so nagging, a young man named Zhang An is no match for them.

If I don't leave, the next topic will be brought up, and it's hard to say whether I will leave or not.

Arriving at Chen Ze's house, Zhang An found that their nanny was cooking.

"Hey, I came on time today, just in time for dinner. Aunt Li is cooking fish with black bean sauce today. It tastes so delicious."

Before Zhang An entered the room, he smelled a strong aroma of black bean sauce wafting outside.

The nanny of Chen Ze's family is named Li. She is an aunt with great cooking skills and her cooking is very delicious.

Although Aunt Li is from a rural area, it is said that this craft is passed down from her ancestors.

It was precisely because of his cooking skills that he was favored by Chen Ze's family and has been employed for many years.

"Xiao An is here. Isn't this what your mother brought me a pound of dried black bean sauce yesterday? It smelled very fragrant, so I made a dish of black bean fish for the old man."

With that said, Aunt Li came out with a steaming plate of black bean fish with fragrant aroma.

No wonder Zhang An smelled the smell so familiar, feeling that it was dried tempeh made only by his mother.

"That's just right. Some of the Nuobao Gu grown by my mother can be eaten, and Aunt Li can also add some vegetables to Grandpa Chen."

It happened that Aunt Li had just put away the pot, and the corn cobs were delivered at the right time.

Although there are only three people eating in Chen Ze's family, they basically have four dishes and one soup for every meal.

This is the old man's habit. The amount of dishes can be smaller, but four dishes and one soup must be guaranteed.

"Does your Nuobao Gu grow so fast? I only hung the red hat when I went there a few days ago. I didn't expect it to be edible."

Aunt Li often goes to Zhang An's vegetable field to pick vegetables, so she knows everything about the situation in Zhang An's vegetable field.

Sometimes when she had nothing to do, she would go over and grow side dishes with Wang Fang.

The red hat in her mouth is the corn silk on the cob.

Because when the corn is first carried, the corn silk that grows out looks like red tassels, so rural people generally call it Red Riding Hood.

Usually when people communicate with each other about the situation of corn in the fields, they will talk about smallpox and wear red hats to indicate the growth stage of corn.

"It's not too soon. Spring started early this year, and my mother planted it early."

After a few words with Aunt Li, Zhang An walked to the yard, where Chen Ze and the old man were both here.

The old man must have just finished watering the flowers in the yard and is putting fish food in the pond.

Chen Ze, on the other hand, was squatting in the corner of the yard where their chicken coop was kept.

"Zhang An, come here quickly, I discovered something very strange."

When Chen Ze saw Zhang An coming, he waved to him and called him over.

"what happened?"

After saying hello to the old man, Zhang An went to Chen Ze to see what medicine the man was selling. “Good news, the two hens caught from your house have started laying eggs, but the eggs look like this, they are soft and have no eggshells.”

As Chen Ze spoke, he reached out and held an egg in front of Zhang An's eyes.

When the two hens were caught, they were already nearly half-grown chickens, so it was not surprising that they laid eggs not long after Chen Ze caught them.

"Oh, this is a dumpling, there's nothing wrong with it, you can eat it."

Pahe eggs are soft eggs, with no eggshell and only a layer of membrane surrounding the egg white and yolk inside.

Children in rural areas have all seen this kind of coward, so there is nothing strange about him.

However, these are abnormal eggs. The eggs Chen Ze used to eat at home were all bought, and they have never been seen as normal.

"Then why does it have no eggshell? Other chickens lay eggs that have them. Could it be that it is sick?"

This somewhat subverts Chen Ze's understanding, because in his opinion, eggs must have shells to be called eggs.

"It's not that your chicken is sick. It's probably because it's been kept in the chicken coop and hasn't eaten any sand."

Chen Ze's chicken pen is not small, and it is kept in the yard, with plenty of light and space. If you let them out more often to peck on the ground, this problem will disappear.

That could only be due to the lack of minerals in his chicken's body.

After all, normal chickens like to peck at sand and pebbles, and egg shells are made of calcium carbonate.

"It turns out that this is the case. The strange knowledge has increased again."

Chen Ze suddenly felt that his head was itching, as if he wanted to grow a brain.

"Okay, I'm going back."

There was also a trip to Li Mingwu's house. Zhang An didn't stay at Chen Ze's house for too long.

"Don't leave in a hurry, Xiao An, just finish eating with me before leaving."

When the old man saw that Zhang An was leaving, he came to the door to keep someone there.

"If I don't have Grandpa Chen, I have to go to Uncle Li's house next door, and my mother and the others are still at home waiting for me to go back for dinner."

When the farming season is not busy, the meals of Chen Ze’s family are similar to those of Zhang An’s family.

The two families were not far apart, and Zhang An was only a few steps away.

Li Mingwu's family has been here the longest and has been completely integrated into the village, so the meal is relatively late, and Mrs. Luo hasn't started cooking yet.

Zhang An sent the corn cobs over, which saved the elders from trying to persuade him to stay.

"Wait a minute, Xiao An, this is the donkey meat that your Shuqing sent over today, take a piece back with you."

Although there was no guest, Mrs. Luo grabbed a large piece of meat and started cutting it when she called Zhang An.

"Oh Aunt Luo, just keep it for me and Uncle Li to eat. You really don't need to give it to us."

Although Zhang An said that he didn't want it, his body still stood where he was.

Not to mention this life, he has never eaten donkey meat in his previous lives combined, and he does have the idea of ​​​​trying it.

When he heard about donkey meat, the first thing that came to his mind was that the donkey meat would be burned, but the burning was avoided.

"Hey, we two old guys can't finish such a big piece. It won't taste good if it's been stored for a long time. But I've never touched this donkey meat before, so I don't know how to cook it, so you can take this raw meat back and ask. How to make it, the little chef in the village will definitely know how to do it.”

If she could do it, Mrs. Luo would have done it long ago.

After all, the weather is relatively hot. Even though there is a refrigerator, it will still become stale after a day or two.

The little chef the old lady was talking about was Zhou Yang.

This guy's current cooking skills feel even better than those of Zhang Jianzhong who has been cooking for ten or twenty years.

So people here in Dongli Courtyard call him the little chef, and he is famous in several nearby villages.

"Then thank you Aunt Luo. I'll give you some corn cobs in exchange for a big piece of donkey meat like yours. It's a great deal."

Mrs. Luo was reluctant to give up on Zhang Anke. She cut the piece of donkey meat from the middle and gave Zhang An half.

Holding this heavy piece of donkey meat in my hand, it felt like it must weigh at least five or six kilograms.

"You kid, that's all you see. Why don't you tell us that you always send us everything you eat?"

The old lady pretended to be unhappy and glared at Zhang An.

"Why isn't my Uncle Li at home? It's almost dark today."

Zhang An didn't see Li Mingwu, nor was he in the yard.

"How can he stay at home? He must be setting up a dragon gate formation with others at the entrance of the village. Xiao An, when you go back, call him for me and say it's time to come back for dinner. I won't wait for him if he comes back. He can only eat when he comes back. Dishwashing water.”

The dragon gate formation at the entrance of the village is quite an occasion. As long as it is not busy, it will be there from morning to night.

After all, there are so many elderly people in the village. People come and go. When someone goes home to eat, someone will finish their meal and come back again. It's like rushing to the market.

Even when the fields are very busy and the old people in the village don't have time to come, there will always be the place for these old men in Dongli Yard.

There may be few people during the day, but in the evening after dinner and the moon comes out, it becomes even more lively.

Especially when someone brings a radio, it's a lively event.

However, Mrs. Luo had no objection to Li Mingwu's preference to go there to set up the Longmen Formation.

Because they came here to provide for their retirement. If the old man at home can have fun, she won't say much. As long as he is healthy, it will be good.

"Okay Aunt Luo, I'm going back first. My corn will be fully ripe in two or three days. If you want to eat it then, go over and break it."

After coming out of Dongli Courtyard, Zhang An walked to the entrance of the village without going home. He deliberately went to the grain drying field to take a look.

Sure enough, there were more than a dozen old men gathered here, and my second grandfather and fourth grandfather were among them.

They were all gathered around a wooden table, with seeds, peanuts, tea, and a radio playing an unknown radio station on the table.

Of course, the essential items are a pile of leaf tobacco that has been cut into sections and a dozen bamboo pipes.

The tables and chairs here are all made by carpenter Lin in the village, which can be regarded as a benefit provided by the village to the elderly.

As for the sunflowers and peanuts on the table, you bring some and I bring some to make a pile.

After all, everyone in the village owns this thing, and it is not a valuable item.

The old men in Dongli Courtyard often bring various dried fruit snacks.

As for tea, basically anyone can bring a pot if it is convenient for them. The strange thing is that someone often refills it.

(End of this chapter)