reborn peasant mother

Chapter 358

"It's not enough to feed the cats, it's good enough." Zhong Jipeng threw the two handfuls of small fish and shrimps in the shrimp cage back into the river angrily, and said, "Let's catch some autumn chickens and fry them at night. Let's fry them ourselves. A cook puts too much seasoning on it, and it doesn't taste good, and they spoil a good chicken."

At the end of autumn, the little rooster back then weighed only half a catty, and the big one weighed seven to eight pounds. There was a lot of peanut oil in the iron pan, and it was fried dry on low heat until the bones were crackling in the pan. The chicken was fragrant. It's smooth and tender, even the bones can be chewed. The rooster's bones are so tender that they can be shattered when chewed. At their age, it's delicious and calcium-enriched!
Zhong Jipeng beckoned to the waiter who was following: "Come here, girl, help me take this shrimp cage back. I'll catch the chicken."

Zhong Jipeng rushed to catch chickens in the woods to the north, and Feng Yujiang walked along the foot-wide path on the ground, walked through a vegetable field, pulled out a radish, and thought about eating a piece of fried chicken later.Put the radishes in the basket, and throw the radish cherry seeds back into the ground, where they can be used as fertilizer if they rot.

If this were left in the past, the radishes and cherry seeds would not be discarded, pickled pickles, and fried bean dregs would all be eaten as dishes.Feng Yujiang looked at the discarded radish and cherry seeds, and felt a pity in her heart, so she thought about asking someone to get some rabbits to raise tomorrow.

She remembered again that tomorrow is Saturday, and she was afraid that some of the children in the family would come, so she simply pulled out a few more radishes, went around to the winter jujube forest, and picked a basket full of winter dates. Doudou likes winter dates the most. up.My own winter jujube will not have those pesticide residues, so I am most at ease.

Feng Yujiang was carrying a basket full of things, and it was a bit difficult to walk for a while, so he simply found a clean grassy slope and sat down.When Zhong Jipeng came back with a small reed rooster, he saw Feng Yujiang sitting there basking in the sun.

"Let's go?" Zhong Jipeng called from a distance.

"Take a break."

"Several radishes and a handful of dates, are you unable to carry them anymore?" Zhong Jipeng said as he walked over and picked up the basket, "Let's go? Go back and rest."

Feng Yujiang said: "Sit for a while."

Zhong Jipeng simply put down the basket, tied the little rooster to a small tree stick, and sat down beside him.Someone called, as if asking about something, Feng Yujiang explained a few words.

"You can go to Manager Zhao for this matter, don't ask me." Feng Yujiang said, "The accounts of the autumn harvest, the accounts picked by tourists, and the accounts that tourists pick and take away, just have someone write it down clearly." The fruits in the manor, tourists in the manor, It's all about eating, no money, tourists come to spend money on food and accommodation, this self-produced fruit doesn't have to be counted at all.

Feng Yujiang hung up the phone, and said something homely to Zhong Jipeng without saying a word. She squinted her eyes and looked at the sun. It was already late, and the sun would set in the west after a while.

Feng Yujiang recalled her last life, which was at this time, when she was lying on the hospital bed with a sigh of relief. Thinking about it, she cast a bitter glance at Zhong Jipeng.

"I've been dreaming for a while. I dreamed that I was dead, and that you killed me."

"You're talking nonsense, you're dizzy, you're full." Zhong Jipeng stood up and patted the dirt on his buttocks, and said, "I've had a bad memory these days, and I just forget things. I made a net to catch house birds yesterday. I don’t know where to throw it away, I just searched for a long time but couldn’t find it. I also dreamed that I had Alzheimer’s disease, and you threw me into a ditch!”

The persimmons were ripe, and in the persimmon forest there were groups of house sparrows who came to steal their mouths. In the past two days, Zhong Jipeng asked someone to get a net, saying that he would catch the house sparrows and burn them to eat.This is great, even the Internet is gone.

Feng Yujiang laughed and said, "I don't deserve it. The sparrow is also a creature. What are you doing with it?"

(End of this chapter)