My village can't be like this

Chapter 464 Rainy Night

After coming out of Zhang Ping's house, Zhang An, his uncle and Zhang Ping acted separately.

Zhang An first went to Zhou Yang to help solve the cooking problem, while Zhang Ping took Zhang Jianwen from house to house to borrow quilts.

Arriving at Zhou Yang's house, Zhang An found that not only Zhou Yang's family, but also several people he didn't recognize were eating at Zhou Yang's house.

I think these are people who came to the village to play or fish. Because the weather changed too quickly, I didn't have time to go back, so I had to stay at Zhou Yang's house first.

"Hey, why are you here? It's raining so heavily. It's hard to stay at home."

Seeing Zhang An coming over, Zhou Yang picked up the apron from his waist and wiped his wet hands, then handed Zhang An a dry towel.

"I need your help with something. Are you still busy here?"

The raincoat is full of rainwater, so you must not bring it into the house, otherwise the ground will be covered with water.

So when he was at the door, Zhang An took off his raincoat, took the towel given by Zhou Yang, and wiped the water on his face.

Although this raincoat is not bad and can cover the body tightly, but such a heavy rain will definitely not survive the damage on the face.

"Oh? What are you talking about? I have nothing to do here."

Originally, Zhou Yang wanted to take off his apron. He had just prepared meals for several guests at home, and he had nothing to do with the rest.

But as soon as he heard Zhang An said that he had something to do with him, he immediately became serious.

Usually, Zhang An rarely asks him for anything, but coming here now is definitely not a trivial matter, and the weather is like this.

"It's like this. There are still a group of students in the middle school who can't go home because of the heavy rain. They are still in school. They haven't eaten yet. I came here to ask you to make some food for them."

It was getting late now, so Zhang An didn't waste time and explained his purpose to Zhou Yang directly.

Although it can be cooked at home, it is impossible for ordinary people to cook meals for so many people on a stove.

Zhou Yang's family is different. Because his family owns a restaurant and uses a large stove in the kitchen, and the pots are very large, it is much easier to cook. This is why Zhang An came directly to find Zhou Yang.

"Of course, you can tell me how many people there are, and I'll go soak the rice now."

Zhang An finally found him once, and Zhou Yang agreed without even thinking about it.

And he was absolutely willing to cook for those students and children. After all, those children usually took care of his family's business.

Although they only eat fried rice for RMB 1,000, this is their family's main source of business during the off-season.

And every day after lunch and school, he would see a lot of students running towards their house. This feeling made him very happy.

After all, for those who open their doors for business, it is better to have business than to have no one come to them.

"There are over eighty students in total. They must use your big steamer. As for the rice, I'll use yours to cook it first. I'll bring it to you when the rain stops. It's a bit inconvenient now."

Zhang An didn't have to worry about how much food to cook. Zhou Yang knew this better than him.

After all, those students and kids come here to cook every day, and Zhou Yang knows exactly how much they eat.

No, the big wooden steamer that their family hired Carpenter Lin to make this year was just to deal with this group of students.

"Okay, I understand."

Zhou Yang nodded, took out a large stainless steel basin from the kitchen, poured a bag of rice into it, and started washing the rice.

"Uncle An, I still have plenty of rice here, but I may not have that much food here. I can only try to pack and cook as much as I can."

Zhou Yang's family works in a restaurant, so there is no shortage of rice reserves. After all, this stuff is durable, so there is no problem if it is stored for a while.

But there aren't many dishes. After all, these things will break easily if left unattended, so I usually buy them every day.

"It's okay. I'll go back and get some chickens right away. Then I'll peel some potatoes and make a pot of potato stew with chicken."

Zhang An had a plan in mind on the way here. It happened that all the chickens and ducks at home were killed by thunder.

I won’t be able to finish it at home anyway, so I might as well bring some over.

As for potatoes, Zhang An didn't mention them. After all, every family in the village grew some, at least thousands of kilograms of them. Some families had so many that they used them to feed pigs.

"That's what you want, Wenwen. You call Yanhong and Xiaosong to help peel a bag of potatoes."

When Zhou Yang heard this, he immediately agreed, because stewed chicken with potatoes is not only simple to make, but the key is that it contains a lot of soup.

In such a cold and rainy day, enjoy a bowl of hot soup while eating, and don't feel too comfortable while eating.

So Zhou Yang turned around and called his wife Chen Wenwen and her younger brothers and sisters to help peel the potatoes.

Zhou Shuanglin and his two old friends also got up to help, not feeling dissatisfied at all because Zhou Yang used things at home to cook free meals for others.

Because they knew that since Zhang An came to ask their family for help, he would definitely not let them suffer.

And even if they suffer a little loss, they are willing to do so. After all, Zhang An has helped his family a lot in the past, so they will not do anything embarrassing.

Zhang An saw that the whole family was busy, so he turned around and went home wearing a raincoat.

By the time he returned home, Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang had already collected more than a dozen chickens and ducks.

"How's it going? Is the situation at school okay?"

Seeing Zhang An come back, Su Ying wiped the water off his body and asked.

"Everything is normal. Other teachers are guarding them in the classroom now. Principal Ou was worried that the water would flood the classroom on the first floor, so he took them to the second floor. As for the problem of eating, I have already contacted Zhou Yang I helped, in fact, you don’t have to worry, Principal Ou had already made arrangements before I went there, and the rice he bought there was going to be used to cook porridge for the children, they won’t be hungry.”

Zhang An smiled and reported the school situation to his wife, which also dispelled Su Ying's worries.

"Okay, you can stay at home. I'm going to bring some chickens over and let Zhou Yang cook for your students."

After comforting Su Ying, Zhang An found a linen bag and filled it with several bare chickens that had been plucked.

Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang didn't feel distressed at all. Instead, they felt that bringing only a few was not enough, and wanted Zhang An to bring more.

On the one hand, it was because too many chickens and ducks died in the family this time, and they had already felt distressed enough. Anyway, they would definitely not be able to eat them all. In the end, they would all be given away, so it would be the same for anyone who ate them.

Moreover, the two of them are also a little superstitious and feel that doing more of these things is to accumulate blessings for the eldest grandson who is about to be born at home.

However, Zhang An only took away five or six chickens in the end, which was enough for more than 80 people.

If there are more, it will take a lot of time just to stew the chicken.

When they arrived at Zhou Yang's house, the family started peeling most of the potatoes together.

Even the few guests who were eating just now have finished eating and are now helping. "Yoko, get two kitchen knives and let's break open these chickens together."

These chickens have only been scalded with boiling water, and the stomachs have not been opened to dispose of the internal organs.

After all, there were so many chickens and ducks left at home that needed to be plucking, which was a big project that Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo didn't have time to handle.

Zhou Shuanglin took a look, found three kitchen knives from the kitchen, and squatted in the kitchen with Zhou Yang and Zhang An to handle the chickens.

"Oh, you have killed so many chickens. Uncle An, you are bleeding heavily this time."

Zhou Yang knew that Zhang An's chickens were more delicious than other people's local chickens, so they were more expensive, so he often bought them.

Other people's local chickens cost no more than fifty yuan, but one of theirs costs at least seventy, eighty or even a hundred yuan, which is almost double the price.

But even so, there are usually a lot of people buying them, especially the wealthy people in Dongli Yard, who would catch one from time to time.

Zhou Yang initially thought that Zhang An would kill at most two and bring them over. After all, it is a chicken stew with potatoes. It is normal to have more potatoes.

But now Zhang An brought six of them, which cost at least a few hundred yuan, which made him bleed.

"Don't talk about it, these chickens are nothing at all. During the thunderstorm in the afternoon, more than fifty chickens and ducks were killed. Now there are dozens of chickens and ducks at home waiting to be plucked."

Zhang An said with a wry smile, if they were all turkeys, then he would definitely not kill so many. Just like Zhou Yang thought, two or three would be enough.

"Hiss, so many people died. This loss is a bit too great."

Zhou Yang suddenly took a breath, so many chickens cost thousands of dollars, and other families in the village simply couldn't afford them.

"If you don't mind, just go over and get some. My family didn't finish eating at all. They were all frightened to death by the thunder, so there's no problem."

There is so much left at home, so I will definitely give it away, and when the time comes, I will give it to anyone who has some connections. After all, people don’t suffer from scarcity but from inequality.

"Okay, when the rain stops, I'll go get it."

Zhou Yang was not polite to Zhang An. Although he was a dead chicken, he didn't mind at all. This was nothing to the people in the village.

Their family is a little more particular about it, and they know not to eat it even if they die from the plague.

But many families in the village are unwilling to give up even if they die from the plague.

Soon the chickens were all cleaned up and a large pot of potatoes was peeled.

Zhang An put on an apron and followed Zhou Yang to chop the chicken, while Zhou Yang's mother and Chen Wenwen cut the potatoes into cubes.

After everything was ready and the rice on the big stove was steamed, Zhou Yang started to put on the big pot and prepare to cook.

Zhang An was watching the whole process. Although his cooking skills were good, the water in this big pot dish was a bit deep and he couldn't control it at all.

I waited until the potatoes and chicken were cooked in the pot. It was almost nine o'clock.

At this time, old uncle Zhang An Jianwen also brought people to Zhou Yang's house. He had already borrowed quilts, but they were not many, only about 20 beds.

But that’s about it. In special times, it’s nothing if a few people squeeze together.

Moreover, the old uncle also called over a dozen people, all of whom were young and strong men in the village, and Huang Ming was among them.

After all, it is not easy to send so many things to school, and the rain has not let up yet, so many people must come together.

"Okay, don't stand still. There are a few extra oilcloths here. Hurry up and surround the food so that it can be delivered quickly."

When Zhang Jianwen brought people here, he not only brought quilts, but also some waterproof tarpaulins.

After all, the quilt should not get wet. It rained so hard that it would be difficult to take it out without being wrapped in an oilcloth.

Soon, the wooden steamer filled with rice and the large basin filled with potatoes and chicken stew were wrapped in oilcloth, and everyone was sent to school despite the heavy rain.

It usually only takes about ten minutes to get to school, but today it took more than thirty or forty minutes, which shows how difficult it is to walk on the road.

Arriving at the school, there was a faint candlelight shining in the classroom on the second floor of the teaching building.

And Ou Lin had been watching from the corridor. It was so late and he was a little worried that Zhang An would never come back.

But when he suddenly looked up, he found many figures appearing at the gate.

Although it was dark at night, he could still see some outlines.

When he saw everyone delivering things, he quickly called other teachers to go downstairs to help.

When they saw that there were so many quilts in addition to pots and pans of food, Orin was really stunned.

"Thank you everyone for your hard work."

He actually didn't think about the quilt. Although it would be very cold at night, as long as everyone gathered together, it would be over.

After all, at this time, it is no longer the time to think about whether you can sleep well at night.

But he didn't expect that Zhang An would actually think of it and do it.

He knew that it was definitely not possible for one or two families to get so many quilts together, which meant that everyone braved the heavy rain and went door to door to help borrow them.

They teachers just stay in school to guard the students out of responsibility.

On the contrary, the villagers who came now have no responsibility at all. Instead, they worked hard and braved the heavy rain to run for the students.

For a moment, he was full of admiration for Zhang An and his team, admiration from the bottom of his heart.

So he decided that he must explain this matter clearly to the students and let everyone learn to be grateful.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. Since the school is in our village, this is what we should do. It's just not convenient to brave the heavy rain. We only borrowed so many quilts. We have to squeeze in the children at night."

In Zhang Jianwen's heart, whether it is middle school or elementary school, it belongs to the village, and he feels that he should protect these things.

So when Zhang An came to him to talk about this matter, he did not hesitate to brave the heavy rain and run for the students.

"Enough is enough. In this situation, it would be great to have it."

Then he said to the students in the classroom: "Look, the village chief is afraid that you will be cold at night, so he brought you a quilt. Thank you to the village chief and uncles."

"Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief, and thank you uncles."

The students who were only in their teens were at a time when their minds were pure. Without Olin's advice, they knew that the adults in front of them were helping them.

(End of this chapter)