The best female boss

Chapter 393 Rat Meat

Chapter 393 Rat Meat

At this moment, Zhang Fan couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, this girl can't deceive anyone, so Zhang Fan turned his face away.

At this time, Ye Qian said: "Hey, you were rescued by my grandpa, and my grandpa let you live in my house, can you do me a favor."

"What's busy?" Zhang Fan asked strangely at this moment.

"In a few days, the bamboo merchants in the city will come to our village to collect bamboo. There is a bamboo forest in my house, and my grandfather will definitely not be able to handle it. You can help me when the time comes." Ye Qian said at this time.

This is no problem, Zhang Fan fully agreed, but said: "But I have one condition, I am hungry now, can you bring me some steamed buns."

"What?" Ye Qian couldn't believe it at this time and said: "You have eaten the daily rations of me and my grandfather by yourself. Are you still not full?"

"En!" Zhang Fan nodded.

"I really doubt that you are the reincarnation of Zhu Bajie." Ye Qian said dissatisfied, but at this time she still complained, and said, "You wait." Then she went in and steamed a few bowls of rice for Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan Today's meals are prepared for him. Zhang Fan can be regarded as free labor now. After a few days after he is full, he will definitely work hard when chopping bamboo. "

Zhang Fan fell asleep while waiting, and when he saw Zhang Fan's appearance together, he couldn't help complaining: "Zhu Bajie!"

Zhang Fan couldn't hear it anymore, he was really sleeping, and Ye Qian was cooking, and then found that there was not much firewood in the house, thinking that Zhang Beibei (Zhang Fan) must eat after dinner, all the food in his stomach Squeeze it out.

In fact, this girl Ye Qian is also a kind person. Seeing that there seemed to be no good food in the house at this time, she fished out a fat fish from the water tank in the house, steamed it for Zhang Fan, and then got a few more. The river crab and the fish were left by Grandpa to nourish her body.

The only nutritious things in the house, apart from the eggs, are the dozen or so fish, some of which are gifts from others, and some are exchanged by the old man for woven bamboo baskets or bamboo products.

But Ye Qian doesn't like the smell of fish very much, the river crab is reserved for the wine by grandpa, now it's cheaper than Zhang Fan.

In less than an hour, Ye Qian will prepare the food and wake up Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan has a few steamed crabs and boiled fish in front of him, and a bowl of chili water at home.

There was also a large pot of fragrant rice. Zhang Fan seemed to have digested the ten steamed buns just now. Ye Qian took out the big names in her family, put the rice in front of Zhang Fan and said, "Eat."

Zhang Fan couldn't bear the temptation of the delicious food in front of him, so he started to eat big mouthfuls. What is the wind and the clouds, what is the release from the concentration camp? Fanba ate upside down of the food and was finally full.

Hiccupped and let out a long breath, the old god seemed to be there, and Ye Qian came over to clean up at this time, looking at Zhang Fan like a monster.

At this time, Zhang Fan said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I've finished eating, and you haven't eaten yet!"

"I'm fine, just go up the mountain to collect a few wild fruits. You are full, it's time to repay our family. There is no firewood in the backyard. You and I go up the mountain to collect firewood."

"Okay!" Zhang Fan agreed.

Those who eat other people live in other people, if they don't do some work, I really feel sorry for them. Zhang Fan and the three have forgotten their names and everything about themselves, but they still know their shame.

At this time, Ye Qian first washed Zhang Fan's dishes and chopsticks. It seems that Zhang Fan has a good face and is easy to get close to. This should be due to his involuntary cultivation base and temperament change. reason.

Ye Qian wasn't so defensive at this time, but before going up the mountain, Zhang Fan changed into the kind of clothes that Mr. Ye had patched.

After Zhang Fan changed into it, Ye Qian took the straw rope and took Zhang Fan up the mountain. Of course, she had to meet some villagers along the way, and Ye Qian said at this time that Zhang Fan was a distant cousin of their family.

This village is built on the mountain. There is a big mountain in the back mountain. There are thick bamboos on the mountain. It makes people feel a sense of returning to nature.

But Zhang Fan saw the dense bamboo at this time, as if he had a feeling of déjà vu. In a blink of an eye, what he saw was a dense jungle.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of the stone mill, but at this moment Ye Qian pushed the stunned Zhang Fan and asked, "Zhang Beibei, what are you doing?"

"Oh! It's nothing." Zhang Fan came to his senses. That feeling was destroyed by Ye Qian and disappeared without a trace. Zhang Fan didn't remember anything, and Ye Qian said at this time: "Then go, the place where the firewood is collected." A bit far."

Zhang Fan followed him up the mountain, and at this time they could still meet some fellow villagers who had come down from chopping firewood. When they were approaching the top of the mountain, they met an old man who was about the same age as Mr. Ye, about five or sixty years old.

In addition to carrying a rolling firewood, the old man also held a huge mouse in his hand, which seemed to weigh five or six catties. Zhang Fan was surprised. What is this thing used for?

The old man and Ye Qian still knew each other. When Ye Qian saw him coming down, she hurriedly greeted him and said, "Grandpa Wang, you should be a bamboo rat after fighting so hard with that?"

"On the top of the mountain, this thing ran out of the cave. The girl went to grandpa's house to eat meat at noon."

"Okay." Ye Qian seemed very happy.

When the old man passed by Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan smiled politely at him, and when he was walking up, Zhang Fan asked strangely, "Isn't that a mouse? Can it still be eaten?"

"Of course!" Ye Qian said, "That mouse is not a mouse in the house. It is a mouse that eats bamboo. It is delicious, and it is only this big and it can cost five or sixty yuan in the town."

"Oh! Do you have a lot of these things?"

"There are many, but the bamboo rats are thieves, they can detect them from a long distance, and then they run into the holes. Their holes are all under the bamboo, so it is difficult for them to get them out."

"We'll take one home soon, too."

It's useless for Ye Qian to think that Zhang Fan is ignorant. Is that thing so easy to get? The two of them got injured on the top of the mountain and finally saw the lush green trees. This place can be used for chopping firewood. I dare not think that is what everyone is looking at. Planting small trees that don't grow big, most of us are merciful to those big trees that can grow up.

There are many small trees and few big ones. Ye Qian went over and chopped them down at this time, and it took several strokes for the small trees to see. These were all books that would not make a big tree. Zhang Fan stood aside at this time.

Ye Qian became a teacher and began to teach Zhang Fan how to cut trees. At this time, Zhang Fan stood aside, watched for a while, took the knife in Ye Qian's hand, and then slashed down. Well, it should be done, Zhang Fan will get it done in one go, now Zhang Fan's speed will immediately increase as soon as he makes a move.

Ye Qian saw that Zhang Fan was so proficient, so she handed over the firewood cutting business to Zhang Fan, and she went to hunt wild fruits by herself. When she came back, Zhang Fan had already chopped all the firewood, and Ye Qian threw it to Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan picked up the two wild plums directly, and trapped the firewood together.

The plums were sour and astringent and not tasty at all. Zhang Fan threw it away after tasting two mouthfuls. Then Ye Qian took a while to clean up the sword. Zhang Fan disappeared for a while. When Ye Qian packed up the firewood, Zhang Fan Van is back.

Holding a bamboo mouse in one hand, this thing is very simple to catch, just smell it first, Zhang Fan's nose can smell the bamboo mouse's question, and then follow up and throw stones far away, ah, they are knocked unconscious, and then Then grab these guys.

The two bamboo rats weighed seven to eight catties, Zhang Fan took one in each hand, came to Ye Qian, and handed the bamboo rats to him.

Ye Qian froze for a moment, then asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Catched." Zhang Fan said flatly.

"Could it be that these bamboo rats have become stupid?" Ye Qian couldn't believe it, but Zhang Fan had already picked up two bundles of firewood at this time, and picked up whichever one he had.

Ye Qian was frightened by Zhang Fan's strength again, and after a while she realized: "Isn't it heavy?"

"Stop lightly." Zhang Fan said at this time, Ye Qian was speechless, Zhang Fan continued to carry that thing at this time.

Ye Qian was in charge of the bamboo mouse, and the two went home one after the other. They met many people on the way, and they were envious when they saw the bamboo mouse in Ye Qian's hand, and Ye Qian disposed of it after returning home. only.

At noon, they eat bamboo rat meat, and it takes a while.Zhang Fan didn't move when he was afraid to eat, it looked like a mouse no matter what, Zhang Fan didn't take it seriously for eating a mouse, so he didn't move his chopsticks.

Ye Qian kept saying that Zhang Fan was stupid and didn't know how to taste good things.

The two bamboo rats kept one and killed the other, and Ye Qian took the remaining one with her when she was studying. As long as she brought it to the town and sold it, her living expenses for the next month would be covered.

Zhang Fan had no objection, Ye Qian left at [-]:[-] noon, and he went to study with the people in the same village, and Zhang Fan had nothing to do at this time so he should sleep.

At the end of the evening, Mr. Ye came back. Mr. Ye seemed to be doing well today and sold all his items. It was only two or three yuan per catty. This was probably a reward for himself.

Zhang Fan hadn't eaten dinner yet, no matter what he thought at this time, he didn't know what to do with the meal, his voice was only waiting for the old man to come back to cook, and Zhang Fan felt a little embarrassed.

But the old man was not angry at all, instead he cheerfully went to prepare the meal. The dish consisted of a fish, some crabs, and Ye Qian's dried bamboo shoots for lunch.

This is delicious for the old man, but Zhang still has chopsticks without holes.

The old man drank some wine and chatted with Zhang Fan. The old man talked a lot, and he regarded Zhang Fan as a person to tell, and most of the stories he talked about were some of his own deeds when he was young.

And Zhang Fan also became a loyal listener. Until he was full of wine and food, Mr. Ye became a little drunk. He turned on the light and put the old man to sleep before Zhang Fan cleaned up. night.

When Zhang Fan woke up the next day, he found that he should have a blanket on his body, and it seemed that the old man had just said a word and went out. At this time, the sky began to brighten.

And there were steamed buns and pickled vegetables on the dining table. This was the breakfast Mr. Ye prepared for Zhang Fan. After Zhang Fan ate it, he heard that his appetite was not so big today, so he was full as soon as the steamed buns were changed.

At this time, the old man came in from the outside with a fish basket in his hand. Today's harvest was not good, only two or three river crabs, and a small number of fish and shrimp.

The old man's life is very regular, weaving in the morning, making some bamboo baskets with bamboo, and then preparing for lunch, and continuing in the afternoon.

And Zhang Fan had been patient to learn weaving from the old man at first, but the craftsmanship was too poor. Compared with the old man's, one was in the sky, and the other was in the eighteenth hell, not even the ground.

Seeing Zhang Fan's bored look, the old man took Zhang Fan to the river to fish later in the evening.

After two or three hours, the sky darkened. At this time, the old man fell into two palm-sized fish, but Zhang Fan didn't catch any of them. The old man kept saying that Zhang Fan was in a restless mood, which affected fishing, but Zhang Fan I don't even know what I'm upset about.

I seem to have a few people I miss very much in my heart. They are all women, and one of them is a child. Zhang Fan can dream about it when he sleeps at night. He dreams of a little girl who looks like two or three years old and opens her hands to him. , asking for loving hugs.

(End of this chapter)

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