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Chapter 74: Is the horse sledge harness ready? Entering the mountains! (Seeking for collection)
The horse's bell jingled and swayed. Lao Zhang slapped Sun Jianping hard and said, "You little bastard, it was a trap set up by you two!"

"What's up, Uncle Zhang, Uncle Cao, I just said, I promise you will catch up with the New Year's Fair!" Sun Jianping shook his horse whip proudly, "It's that idiot Director Teng. If I hadn't kept hinting from outside, he would still have I didn’t expect that!”

"No wonder you are tearing up slogans outside..."

Lao Cao felt that he still overestimated Director Teng's wisdom.

"Going to the market..." Zhang Ziyi lay on the cart and stretched himself comfortably, "Tomorrow we will go into the mountains to see if we can kill a few roe deer and sell them in the market, so as to save our team's famine. Fill it out."

"We can make a lot of money from maltose." Lao Cao suddenly thought, "How about I go to Qianguo and ask my in-laws to make more rice, and we can make some more and sell them in the market?"

Sun Jianping smiled and shook his head, "Uncle Cao, the market for maltose is limited. If you have too much, you can't sell it. Don't we still have a lot of soybeans? Let's make a few more plates of tofu when we go back and save them for sale later!"

"Yes, yes, there are still more than a thousand kilograms of soybeans left. Let's squeeze some more oil and distribute it to the villagers so that everyone can have a good New Year."

"Just do it!"

Sun Jianping picked up his whip and cracked it.

In the vast snowy fields and clear skies, a carriage was running happily on the road leading to Ermajia Village.

The moon is out.

In Lao Cao's house, everyone is gearing up to show mercy. The market that has been suspended for several years is finally about to reopen!

"Brother Liansheng, you and a few people are making tofu; Chungui, you and your Uncle Zhang, Jianping, Xiaolu, Tian Guangming and others will go hunting in the mountains tomorrow; and who, brother Jinshan, you and Jingui will be frying beans tomorrow?" , let’s go to Jijia Oil Mill to squeeze some oil; Yang Laoga, Li Xuesong, Chen Peilin, you three are responsible for grinding wheat..."

After the Laba Festival, it was the New Year. As the winter months passed, the New Year's Eve party was coming in a blink of an eye. Lao Cao divided the work and arranged it properly.

With smiles on their faces, everyone hurriedly took over the tasks assigned to them. It was the Chinese New Year, and the farmers who had been working hard for a year could finally take a breather and eat something good to replenish their bodies.

Sun Jianping was at Zhang Ziyi's home at this time, following him in the school shooting.

"Uncle Zhang, why are there so many 38-year-olds in our village?" Sun Jianping asked this question more than once. Zhang Ziyi chuckled and said, "What else can you do? They were all snatched from the hands of the little devils."

"I heard Brother Chungui say..."

"That's what happened. That year, a small Japanese pioneering group came down from the north. They were blocked in the back mountain by me and your Uncle Cao, and all their guns and bullets were taken down..."

"Then that pioneering group later..."

"Going south, leaving a few girls behind." Lao Cao handed him the adjusted gun, "The gun Chun Gui gave you won't work, you can use this one from now on!"

"Well!" Sun Jianping took the gun, narrowed his eyes and gestured, "The woman left behind by the little Japanese pioneer group..."

Zhang Ziyi smiled slyly, "I let a few old errand boys get married and become wives. Some of the children are quite old now."

what……

Sun Jianping did not expect that the plot that would only be seen on TV in later generations would actually happen to him now, and it was still so commonplace.

He still wanted to continue asking, so Lao Zhang rolled up a cigarette and put it in his mouth, struck a match and started smoking. Wisps of light ink-colored smoke slowly rose up, and when illuminated by the light of the oil lamp, they seemed to be real.

"Jianping is here..."

The door opened, and Zhang Ziyi's daughter-in-law, Zhang Qishi, walked in from the outside holding a large bundle of firewood. It was difficult for her small body to be so strong.

"Well, third aunt, let me help you!"

"No, you don't have to sit down..." Mrs. Zhang Qi put the firewood on the ground, lifted up her sleeves to wipe the sweat from her forehead, pulled up the small stool and sat next to the stove, and started to light a fire and boil water. Zhang Ziyi got down from the kang in a hurry and said, "Jianping and Ping, let's eat together. I'll make you something delicious!"

"I'm sorry to trouble Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang."

"This kid is just being polite!" Zhang Ziyi patted him on the shoulder, laughed, and walked into the kitchen with his shoes on, "Old lady, give me the key to the barn! I'll get Jianping some chewable wraps!"

It was hard to refuse such hospitality, so Sun Jianping had to stand in the main room of his house, dismantling and reassembling the 38-inch lid in his hands. Zhang Ziyi walked in from the outside in a hurry, holding a frozen pheasant in his hand, "Put it aside first." Let's melt it now and stew it later. Where did you put our mushrooms?"

"Isn't it hanging from the rafters?"

"Oh... my mind is so busy that I forget about it!"

Zhang Ziyi trotted all the way to the warehouse to look for mushrooms again.

Sun Jianping saw an elementary school student's homework book for rolling cigarettes and a thumb-long pencil stub beside the kang, so he took it over and started drawing. When Zhang Ziyi came into the room with a bunch of mushrooms, he turned around and grinned.

"What are you painting?"

"I learned sketching for two days when I was in school. This is uncle you, and this is uncle Cao..."

In the painting, Zhang Ziyi is wearing a dog-skin hat and an old sheepskin coat. His eyebrows are raised and the corners of his mouth are raised. He is holding a handful of Sanba Gaigai in his hand and a bunch of pheasants on his shoulders. He is walking forward with his head held high.

With a few simple strokes, the image of this old Northeastern hunter is vividly drawn on the paper.

"Emma didn't expect you to have this ability!" Zhang Ziyi rummaged through the box and found two pieces of red paper. "I'm worried about not having enough money to hire a doorman during the Chinese New Year. Come and draw two for me!"

Sun Jianping waved his hands repeatedly, saying that his skills were nothing more than dog meat. He put down his pencil and started cleaning the mushrooms for him.

A steaming pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms was served on the table. The three sons of Zhang Ziyi's family: Zhang Fucai, Zhang Futian, and Zhang Fuming, were sweating profusely and ran back into the house. They were laughing and playing around, Zhang Ziyi shouted. He shouted, and the children were so frightened that they immediately stood at attention and stood obediently.

"What are you doing? You're scaring the children!" Mrs. Zhang Qi wiped her hands and entered the room, winking at the three children, "Wash your hands and eat!"

"Ok!"

"These three little bastards have nothing to show for themselves..." Zhang Ziyi pulled the stool and handed it to Sun Jianping, "Jianping, come sit down, eat, and try my stewed chicken and mushrooms!"

Sun Jianping was not polite. When he sat down, he suddenly remembered something, "Uncle Zhang, let's go hunting in the mountains tomorrow. Can we meet roe deer?"

"Brother Jianping, you want to go hunting in the mountains..." Zhang Fucai stuck his head out, "I'll go too!"

"You go, you have to let Xiong Xiong make it for you!" Zhang Ziyi laughed and scolded, "Don't worry about this, I'm better now. Let's drive the carriage this time, walk into the deep mountains and old forests, and cross the Stay a few nights and come back to hunt more wild animals."

As soon as they heard that they were going to spend the night in the snow, the three children couldn't sit still and clamored to go. Zhang Ziyi glared and said, "Boss, go. The second and third children will stay at home with your mother."

"Oh……"

Comrade Lao Zhang has absolute authority at home, and he sticks to his word. His wife and children don't dare to refute anything he decides!

Early the next morning, Sun Jianping got up early and fed the horses. At 7:30 in the morning, the small village became noisy. Lao Cao opened the warehouse door with the key and called on everyone to carry beans and wheat outside. Prepare food for the market and Chinese New Year.

The guys were all smiles.

"Jianping, have you harnessed the horse to the sledge?" Zhang Ziyi strode over, his voice as loud as thunder!
　New week, new hope!
　　Please collect and recommend!
　　

(End of this chapter)