My village can't be like this

Chapter 651 Ding Yi's Idea

That afternoon, after the sheep pen was roasted with fresh green bamboo, Zhang An called his second uncle to come and scrape the wall the next day.

"In fact, I don't think it's necessary to scrape it. Just lay a layer of soil when the time comes. Who in our village would scrape the wall of the livestock pen?"

After Zhang Jianjun was called over by Zhang An, he looked around and then spoke.

It's not that he's lazy or anything.

He simply felt that it was a bit of a waste of time and money to scrape the wall where animals were needed.

You should know that up to now, no one in the entire village has hung wall plaster in the livestock pen. They are all used directly after the walls are built.

Even some villagers still live in old houses without any paint scraped off.

Of course, Zhang An’s family is excluded, because when their big circle was built, Li Hongbin had someone scrape off the wall.

In fact, Zhang Jianjun didn't have to say this, but he said it because Zhang An was his nephew.

If it were any other family, he would never say this, and would even hope that the owner would want to do the work as meticulously as possible so that he could get paid.

"Uncle, we should scrape it off. There is still so much sand and cement left. It is useless to leave it there. It will be easier to clean up later if we scrape it off."

After thinking about it, Zhang An still did not change his mind. After all, he was not in a hurry to use it now, and the materials were ready, so it would only take two days of work.

And he didn't think about shaving it very finely. There was no need to go through the trouble of shaving it roughly and finely like when shaving a house. He could just shave it casually.

The advantage of doing this is that it will be very convenient to clean the sheep pen. You just need to flush and brush it with water.

Zhang An's family has managed the farm in this way for the past two years. Although there are many livestock kept in it, he still cleans and flushes it regularly.

As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. The livestock pen has been so clean in recent years. It would be impossible for Zhang An to adapt to the smelly and dirty livestock pen now.

"Okay then, let's start working after I call people in the afternoon. There's not much work here anyway, and we're not afraid of the rain in the house, so we don't have to work that hard."

Seeing that Zhang An insisted on shaving, Zhang Jianjun stopped trying to persuade him. He knew that his nephew always had his own ideas.

"It's all right. Just do whatever you want, Uncle."

Of course Zhang An had no objection to this and let his second uncle make the arrangements.

Although the sheep pen at home is not small, it is not a big deal as it only requires scraping off a layer of rough wall.

For skilled workers like Zhang Jianjun, only three or four people are needed to complete the task in two days at most.

After finishing his talk, Zhang Jianjun left. He had to go back and prepare the tools for scraping the wall.

Apart from anything else, scaffolding must be prepared, after all, the wall is so high.

"Xiao An, the garlic sprouts in our field are ready to be picked. Why don't we pick them in the next two days? If we wait another two days, they will probably get old."

As soon as Zhang An and his father returned home, Wang Fang spoke.

As he spoke, he raised the handful of garlic he had just picked up.

She had just returned from inspecting the garlic fields, and little Siqi was still scraping mud off the soles of her shoes in the yard.

"So soon? Since it's ready to be smoked, then mom, you can find a few people to smoke it. I'll call Ding Yi later and ask him to arrange for someone to come and take it back. It's Qingming Festival soon, so it's a good time to catch it."

Hearing what his mother said, Zhang An was slightly stunned. He really didn't expect that the garlic in his own field could sprout so early.

Although in later generations, as long as it is not late garlic, the garlic planted normally will sprout garlic shoots around the Qingming Festival.

But now is not the future, and what they are planting this year is not the early-maturing variety developed by seed companies in the future.

But it is the authentic local garlic, which can definitely be called late garlic compared to the garlic varieties of later generations.

However, Zhang An did not hesitate for too long. After all, he would sprinkle some space spring water from time to time, so it was normal to have some ripening effect.

"Okay, let's do it tomorrow. I'll go find a few people this afternoon."

Wang Fang agreed without hesitation. In this family, hiring people to do work was her special responsibility.

At noon, Wang Fang used the crispy and tender new garlic shoots to make a dish of fried bacon with garlic shoots. Even before she started eating, it smelled so delicious.

In fact, Zhang An didn’t like eating garlic shoots before.

In the past, when Wang Fang stir-fried garlic shoots, she did not add meat. After all, meat in those days was a delicacy that could only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

This results in this thing always tasting raw, but if it is fried for too long, even though it is cooked, it tastes soft and the texture is not very good.

But now it’s better. Add the bacon and stir-fry together. The aroma of the bacon is completely fried into the garlic shoots, and the flavor of the garlic shoots is also fried into the bacon. The raw smell has disappeared. The two complement each other and are suitable for each other.

"Hey, what are you eating? It smells so good."

Just when Wang Fang finished cooking the dishes and brought them out, Ding Yi's voice came from the door.

"Hey, you have a dog's nose, you came at the right time."

Seeing Ding Yi, Zhang Xiaoma made a joke.

"Go, go, go, this shows that I washed my feet well during the New Year."

Ding Yi also responded with an impatient look. The two of them had already become accustomed to joking with each other.

"You came just in time. I was going to call you later."

When Zhang Ansheng was serving rice, he directly served a bowl to Ding Yi.

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Ding Yi didn't hesitate to pick up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating. In Zhang An's house, he had long forgotten what politeness was.

"Here, this is it."

Zhang An pointed at the fried bacon with garlic chives placed in the middle of the table.

"The garlic sprouts are a little early this year. It's time to pick them. We plan to start picking them tomorrow. Please ask someone to come and get them back."

"Ah, did you plant the garlic so early? The ones planted by other families are still garlic seedlings, and they are just starting to core."

Ding Yi was also stunned when he heard this, although he was no longer personally responsible for purchasing like before.

But on the way back from the city, I saw some people still growing garlic.

The garlic cores in the fields now are probably only about an inch long. If you want to eat it, you may have to wait ten days or half a month.

"But to be honest, it tastes really good, worthy of being called new garlic sprouts."

As Ding Yi spoke, he had already picked up a piece of garlic sprouts with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. He took a bite of the garlic sprouts with the taste of bacon. He even ate several mouthfuls of rice. It was so delicious that it went well with rice.

In his memory, although garlic shoots are not cheap, they are not that delicious.

He couldn't figure out whether it was because he hadn't eaten it for a long time, or because Zhang An's garlic shoots were delicious.

However, the moment this thought came up, he killed it. Because he decisively chose the latter. After all, in the past few years, as long as it was grown or raised by Zhang An's family, it was very delicious.

"It's delicious, Xiao Ding, so eat more. I still have some left this morning. You can bring it back later for your mom and the others to try."

Seeing that Ding Yi was eating with great relish, Wang Fang said to him with a smile.

"That's great. Thank you, Aunt Wang."

Ding Yi naturally would not refuse. At Zhang An's house, he had long forgotten how to write the word "polite".

After dinner, the two of them came to the backyard with a pot of tea.

"I see there's a pile of sand and cement in the yard in front. What have you been doing these past two days?"

Ding Yi held the teacup, took two sips, and then asked Zhang An.

"There were more and more sheep at home, and the original pen could no longer accommodate them, so we built a new one."

Ding Yi hadn't come back in the past two days, so Zhang An explained things to him.

"Your sheep grow fast and give birth to many lambs, and you can only eat a few in a year. It would be strange if you don't have many. Why don't you kill them and sell them to me? I have a ready-made fresh food section anyway, and I will open a special window for your mutton."

Speaking of Zhang An's sheep, no matter whether they are black goats or wild goats, Ding Yi can only say one word: admiration.

Because the thing grew flesh so quickly, he once thought it was because of the feed Zhang An fed it at home.

Later I found out that Zhang An's family had never fed any feed to the pigs. It was all let out to the mountains by Zhang An's father to eat grass every day.

This is nothing. What impresses him most is the ability of those sheep to give birth to lambs.

When other people's sheep give birth, the maximum number of lambs is usually one, the probability of two is a little smaller, and the probability of three is even smaller.

But for the sheep in Zhang An's family, there were always at least two lambs each time, which was as easy as eating and drinking. It was not uncommon to have three lambs in one litter.

So he didn't find it strange at all that the number of Zhang An's sheep increased so quickly.

"Forget it. Although my sheep look like a lot, they are not that many. It is not worth you to open a serial port for me. I can kill two from time to time and set up a stall at the entrance of the village. Anyway, there are so many people in Dongli Yard, so I won't worry about not being able to sell them."

Upon hearing this, Zhang An shook his head and rejected Ding Yi's idea.

If they slaughtered the sheep and sold them in supermarkets, the sheep they had would not be able to supply the population for more than two days before becoming extinct.

"It's up to you, but when you slaughter the sheep, remember to tell me in advance. Your mutton doesn't smell bad, and my parents like it very much."

Zhang An refused, and Ding Yi didn't care, he just mentioned it casually.

After all, the amount of mutton sold in his supermarket in a day is much more than that in the nearby vegetable market.

"By the way, last time you told me about that, I went back and thought about it and found that it is really feasible. Changqing is now almost becoming the central area of ​​the area and has almost replaced Hongyan Town, except that the population is a little smaller."

Then, Ding Yi mentioned that Zhang An had told him last time about opening a supermarket branch here.

Although Zhang An just said it casually at the time, he really thought about it carefully after he went back, and also consulted with other people.

Although the development momentum of Changqing Village has not yet fully exploded this year, it is still very strong.

If Hongyan Town had not laid the foundation in the past twenty years, it would probably have been overtaken like before.

Moreover, outside Changqing Village, people from other villages are already building houses along both sides of the county road.

I believe that within two years, this county road will become more and more lively.

"It's just that in your village, the land issue is not that difficult to deal with."

Speaking of this, Ding Yi couldn't help but sigh.

Everything about Changqing Village is good except the land issue.

No matter what, Zhang Jianwen was unwilling to give up any land.

It is impossible for others to build a house here, let alone if he opens a supermarket, the space he needs will definitely not be small.

"It's not as difficult as you say. Look, Lao Chen has taken such a big piece of the deal. If you've made up your mind, I can take you to talk to my uncle."

Although Zhang Jianwen has never given in on this matter, Zhang An feels that changing the thinking should be feasible as long as the land is not sold.

"Forget about this. I have a small business and cannot compare to Lao Chen's."

Ding Yi shook his head when he heard this. He had already thought about what Zhang An could think of.

"Actually, I do have a plan, but I don't know if you're willing."

As he spoke, Ding Yi turned the beads around and looked at Zhang An.

"What's the method? Tell me about it."

Seeing Ding Yi like this, Zhang An was not sure what this guy was up to.

"Here's what I think. You have so many fields, and they are all at the entrance of the village. It would be a waste if you don't make use of such good conditions. Why don't you provide the land and I'll be responsible for the money, and we can work together to do it. This way, your village will also be able to say no."

Seeing Zhang An asking questions, Ding Yi smiled and told the story.

"You guy, after all this time, you've finally set your sights on me, right?"

After listening to this, Zhang An glanced at Ding Yi with some displeasure.

He thought this person was up to some sort of plan, but he didn't expect that he was targeting him.

"Hey, think about it carefully, or I'll give you the authorization and you can open one yourself."

Seeing Zhang An like this, Ding Yi's expression became more serious. He did think so.

"Forget it. You know I'm afraid of trouble. If I really had this idea, I would have done it long ago."

Zhang An rejected Ding Yi's idea without even thinking about it and rejected it without hesitation.

Opening a supermarket is not just talk, you also have to be responsible for a lot of troublesome things such as purchasing, shipping, transferring goods, etc.

He can now earn money by lying down at home, so why would he want to bother with all these unnecessary things?

"Then do as I said before. You provide the place, and I'll take care of the rest."

Ding knew early on that Zhang An would never agree to it, so he said that later.

"Don't think about it. If nothing else, your Qiqi will grow up slowly in the future. Why don't you think about leaving something for him?"

"Well, tell me more about it."

In the end, Zhang An was persuaded. If for no other reason, simply because his son loved going to supermarkets, it would not be a problem to open one in the village.

(End of this chapter)