My village can't be like this

Chapter 677 The Fat Man Who Can’t Tell His Suffering

These old ladies were still as enthusiastic as before. Once they stopped Zhang An, they didn't want him to leave.

Zhang An knew that given the nature of these people who were eager to take advantage of others, it would be difficult for him to escape unless he told them the whole story today.

If all this vegetable oil is from their own garden, it wouldn't be a problem to sell some of it to these old ladies.

"Grandmothers, I can't promise you this, because this oil is squeezed from the rapeseed that Chen Ze bought himself, so I can't sell it to you. But if you have ideas, you can ask other people in the village to buy some rapeseed to squeeze. The oil is still very fragrant. We also bought this from everyone."

But the oil belongs to Chen Ze, so he definitely wouldn't want to sell it. However, Zhang An suddenly had an idea and thought of a solution, which he could just treat as a way to benefit the villagers.

Based on his understanding of these old ladies, it is very likely that they would do so.

At that time, the most he would have to do is spend some time helping to transport the rapeseed to the town for oil extraction.

"Oh? Isn't this oil made from the rapeseed you grow yourself?"

When several old ladies heard what Zhang An said, they immediately asked curiously.

At first they thought that the oil was squeezed from the rapeseed grown by Zhang An's family, so they wanted it so much.

"You all know that last year, all the fields in my family were used to grow garlic, and you even went to buy some in person. Where did the rapeseed come from?"

Zhang An knew that the old ladies who were tenants now were somewhat blindly superstitious about their own things, so he quickly pointed to the empty field across the bridge and said.

"Yes, we forgot about it. But since Zhang An said that this rapeseed oil is good, it must be good. We will go into the village and find someone to buy some."

After hearing what Zhang An said, the old ladies remembered that Zhang An's family did not plant a single grain of rapeseed this year. And knowing that the oil belonged to Chen Ze's family, they stopped nagging him.

Because they knew in their hearts that this neighbor surnamed Chen was not short of money at all. Just look at the newly built building below and you will know that. So no matter how much they said, it would be useless.

However, it was already good enough to hear this news from Zhang An. The old ladies immediately shifted their attention to the villagers.

Arriving at the gate of Chen Ze's house, Zhang An waited for Aunt Li to open the door, then walked into the house holding a barrel filled with 80 kilograms of vegetable oil in both hands.

Chen Ze was given a total of 260 kilograms of vegetable oil. In order to facilitate transportation, he used two large barrels that could hold 100 kilograms each to pack about 80 kilograms of it. The rest was divided into three small barrels of 50 kilograms, which made it easier to carry.

Chen Ze also followed suit and picked up a bucket of oil and walked home like Zhang An. This was their family's thing, so he definitely couldn't just look at it.

"Old Chen, you move the smaller buckets. I'll carry the big ones. Don't sprain your waist, or Teacher Jiang will come back and complain to me."

Seeing this, Zhang An quickly spoke to Chen Ze.

Although the eighty kilograms of oil in the barrel was nothing to him, it was not so easy for someone like Chen Ze who did not often work hard, especially since the oil was still liquid and would swing around when being carried.

"Well, I'll leave it to you to deal with it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ze did not insist and instead switched to a few small buckets nearby.

Because he had just tried the big bucket, and although he was able to lift it, it was very strenuous, and he was not sure if he could carry it directly back home.

"Xiao An is here."

Mr. Chen has not yet gone to play chess with Mr. Ding because the time has not yet come.

Seeing Zhang An coming in with a large bucket of oil, he quickly moved to the side and made room for him.

"Not bad, not bad. This oil is really good. It not only smells good, but also looks golden. Xiao Li, scoop some out for cooking tonight."

After Zhang An and Chen Ze moved the oil into the house and put it away, Old Man Chen opened the lid of the barrel and took a look.

As a result, just by seeing the color of the oil and smelling the fragrance, I kept nodding and saying that it was good oil.

Although he has lived in the city for many years, he is not someone who doesn't know the value of things. These oils are better than the black rapeseed oils on the market.

As soon as Aunt Li heard the old man's instructions, she immediately went to the kitchen to get a porcelain bowl, scooped about two pounds and brought it over.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Chen. This oil not only smells good, but it also tastes good when used to cook dishes."

Zhang An is still very confident in the oil squeezed from rapeseed. After all, his second grandfather and two elders in the family have been eating this oil for many years and have always said that it is very fragrant.

"Old Chen, this is the money for the oil residue. At 30 cents per pound, it's more than 200 yuan."

Then Zhang An took out another two or three hundred yuan and handed it to Chen Ze. After all, so many fried foods were given to his family.

"Okay, you're still charging me a few hundred bucks, so if I go to your house every day to eat and drink, do I have to pay for it?"

Chen Ze rolled his eyes and didn't even reach out to take it. It was just a few hundred dollars, which was nothing compared to the fact that he often went to Zhang An's house to get something.

"Then I'll just be a local tyrant."

Zhang An also knew that Chen Ze would not accept it, but this was just his habit.

When Zhang An walked out of the Dongli yard and came to the bridgehead, Xiao Siqi also came over with three adults.

Su Ying and Zhang Zilin walked in front, holding little Siqi on each side. The fat man was at the end, and with his physique, he looked like a bodyguard.

"Dad, open the door."

As soon as little Siqi saw his own car, he immediately broke free from the two big hands and ran towards Zhang An.

He really likes riding horses and cars, whether it's a small jeep or a big pickup truck.

"Run slower, don't fall."

Zhang An stopped the car, opened the door and waited for Xiao Siqi who was running towards him.

When I got home, my father Zhang Jianguo had just slaughtered a chicken and was processing it, and my mother Wang Fang was washing the bacon.

"Xiao An, go catch some fish and make some pickled fish tonight."

Wang Fang was washing the golden bacon in her hand while giving instructions to Zhang An.

The fat man hasn't been here for a long time, and he came with his wife, so naturally he had to be treated well.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Upon hearing this, Zhang An ran straight to the fish pond in the backyard.

It was a rare occasion that his mother wanted to cook a good meal, so of course he was more than happy to oblige.

"Wait for me, I'll go too."

Seeing this, the fat man also followed Zhang An.

When he arrived at the fish pond, Zhang An caught a perch weighing two or three pounds.

When it comes to making sauerkraut fish, their sea bass is no worse than black carp and grass carp, and this one can be used to make a large pot of sauerkraut fish.

Although the normal size of sea bass is best eaten at around one to one and a half pounds.

But the space sea bass raised by Zhang An's family grow much faster, and they are most delicious when they weigh two to three kilograms.

Of course, it wouldn’t be bad if it gets a little bigger, at least it would taste better than those ordinary farmed sea bass.

"Zhang An, catch a few more stone frogs." After Zhang An caught the fish, the fat man stared into the frog pond.

He came here just for these stone frogs. After all, he could often eat fish from Zhang An's family, but these stone frogs were less common.

"Then you hold the fish and I'll catch it."

Zhang An handed the net bag containing the sea bass to the fat man and started searching around the frog pond.

After a while, I saw a few stone frogs squatting by the pond, looking up at the sky. They looked like they were suffering from depression.

This is not a good sign. Depression will affect other stone frogs, so for the sake of the entire frog pond, Zhang An decided to catch just a few of them.

I don’t know if it was because their depression was too severe or what, but they didn’t react until they were caught by Zhang An. But it was too late. Today was their last day.

After returning home and processing a few stone frogs and sea bass, the ingredients were handed over to my mother in the kitchen.

Zhang An was chatting with the fat man in the backyard, while Su Ying was helping her mother-in-law in the kitchen. Seeing this, Zhang Zilin also wanted to go over to help.

But in the end she found that her limited cooking skills seemed to be of no help, so she just helped wash the vegetables.

Half a while later, bursts of tempting aroma wafted from the kitchen. As soon as you smell it, you know that Wang Fang is making spicy chicken.

Then, Xiao Siqi came out of the kitchen, still holding a big chicken drumstick in his hand as before.

Spicy chicken should be chopped into pieces, fried in oil and then stir-fried, but the little guy's chicken leg is a whole.

There is no doubt that this must have been specially prepared by Wang Fang for her grandson.

The golden fried chicken skin paired with bright red peppers looks appetizing.

Little Siqi was eating the chicken in big bites, but he was very cautious and stood far away from Zhang An. He had not forgotten the last time his beloved chicken leg was taken away by his biological father Zhang An.

At this time, Zhang An did not notice that the fat man next to him had a conflicted expression on his face.

When it was time to eat, the spicy chicken and pickled fish each took up a large bowl and were placed in the middle of the table, with the other dishes placed around them as embellishments.

The weather is very hot nowadays, and vegetarian melon beans chilled with rock sugar are also an indispensable vegetarian dish in this season.

"Xiao Lu, don't just eat fish, try other dishes too. They are all specially made for you. I remember your favorite dish before was our spicy chicken."

Seeing that the fat man was just eating the pickled fish, Wang Fang moved the spicy chicken and other dishes slightly towards him.

"Auntie Wang, I really want to eat it. I'm greedy just looking at it, but I'm not feeling well recently, so I have to avoid eating chili peppers."

Although he felt the kindness of Zhang An's mother, the fat man had a bitter smile on his face at this moment.

These dishes looked cruel, and he wanted to eat them, but in order to avoid suffering, he forced himself to eat them.

"Ah, you're not feeling well, is it anything serious? You're the same kid, you should have told me you can't eat spicy food, I can just make something without chili."

You know, the fat guy used to love spicy food, so Wang Fang cooked all the dishes according to his previous taste.

Only then did Zhang An realize that it wasn't because this guy had changed his taste, but he was forced to do so.

"It's just a minor problem. This time I came here to ask Taoist Master Zhang for help."

The fat man smiled and said to Wang Fang, try not to look at the table full of delicious food.

"That's right. Qiqi's uncle can treat a lot of diseases. After dinner, let Xiaoan take you there. No matter how big or small the disease is, you can't delay."

In Wang Fang's eyes, Zhang Yixing's medical skills were much more reliable than those in the hospital, so she didn't ask the fat man why he didn't go to the hospital.

"It's too late today. If you're not in a hurry, wait until tomorrow. The effect of seeing a doctor early in the morning will be better."

Zhang An turned his head and looked. It was almost dark outside.

The morning sets the tone for the day, and this also applies to medical consultations.

Therefore, many illnesses, whether treated by traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, will be diagnosed and treated in the morning to achieve the best treatment effect.

Of course, emergencies are not included here. After all, when it comes to saving lives and relieving pain, the therapeutic effect must be put on the back burner.

Since we didn't have to go to Sanqing Temple today, we didn't have to rush to eat. Everyone was eating happily, except the fat man who was feeling bitter but couldn't say anything. There was a table full of delicious dishes, but he could only look at them but not eat them.

"What's wrong with you? Tell me about it. Maybe I can help you solve it."

After the meal, Zhang An looked at the fat man and spoke again.

"It's not a big deal, but we know each other too well. I can't open my mouth to you. Let's wait until tomorrow to go find Taoist Master Zhang."

The fat man looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally shook his head and refused.

"Hey, you are just trying to avoid seeing a doctor. Never mind. It's up to you."

Zhang An couldn't help but sigh. Seeing the fat man like this, he became more certain of his previous guess.

Early the next morning, Fatty and Zhang Zilin got up early.

On the one hand, it would be bad to sleep in when you are a guest at someone else's house.

On the other hand, Zhang An said yesterday that the best effect of treating patients would be this morning, so he had to get up early and go to Sanqing Temple to find Taoist Master Zhang Yixing.

"Let's go. If we go earlier, we can come back earlier to eat."

After finishing washing up, Zhang An prepared to call Fatty to go out.

I'm not too hungry at the moment and I'm not going anywhere else, so there's no need to rush to eat breakfast. I can come back and eat later.

"Yeah, well, let's go."

The fat man nodded, stood up and followed.

Zhang Zilin naturally went as well. After all, it was her husband who was seeing a doctor, so she had to go with him.

Little Siqi didn't say anything this time. When he heard his father say that he was going out, he ran over and held Zhang An's hand, wanting to go out for some fresh air too.

"Hey, this road has been renovated. It wasn't this wide last year, and it wasn't paved with these blue bricks."

When Fatty came here before, he often went to Sanqing Temple to burn incense and donate money. He remembered that this place used to be just a narrow path.

But now it’s different. This narrow path has been widened a lot and paved with blue bricks, which shows that it has been upgraded.

"It was built after the Chinese New Year this year. A film crew wanted to shoot in Zizhulin, so the town came over to build some public facilities."

Zhang An put down little Siqi who was struggling to get down and walk, and then spoke to the fat man.

"I see. It seems these people have a good eye for scenery. The Purple Bamboo Forest is really nice. I thought Uncle Zhang got some money from it."

The fat man nodded and said that he was not very surprised.

(End of this chapter)