The top of my house is connected to the sky of another world

Chapter 2 A land of plenty and plenty without fish

The next day, Yang Fan woke up early in the morning and came out of the shack, still reminiscing about the delicious boiled fish yesterday, standing by the pond, looking at the fish that were still alive and kicking, occasionally jumping out of the water, no surprises It was discovered that overnight, the fish was still growing, and it was much bigger than last night.

The two dirt dogs scurrying around obviously gained weight again. When I grabbed one, I could feel that when the dirt dogs were struggling in my hands, they were stronger than before.

The geographical fruits and vegetables are growing very well, and there are no traces of yesterday's exposure to the sun.

Adding up all kinds of doubts, Yang Fan is convinced that the rain definitely has an extraordinary effect; taking advantage of the morning time, he collects the blue rain in the low-lying places in buckets and puts them into the warehouse where the sundries are piled up behind the shack.

In addition, Yang Fan also discovered that blue rain cannot melt into the soil, but can be directly absorbed by plants.

At breakfast, Yang Fan returned home, the atmosphere was dull, no one spoke, and Yang Guoqing kept a straight face.

After eating silently, Yang Fan returned to the vegetable field here. It was still early, and he caught two fish and cleaned them up. At noon, he prepared boiled fish and brought them home for his parents to taste. To apologize to them for not living up to expectations; both, to show them that the fish in this pond are not useless and can make a lot of money, and the taste of the fish is the direct proof.

"This place is nice."

Yang Fan, who stayed in the shack enjoying the cool air, heard someone talking outside, walked out of the shack, and saw a middle-aged man in a short-sleeved shirt standing by the side of the vegetable field, looking east and west, and finally his eyes fell on On the fish in this pond: "There are still fish, which are quite small."

I've never seen this person before, he's probably a member of the tour group that Aunt Osmanthus was talking about.

Seeing Yang Fan coming out of the small shack, the middle-aged man was obviously a little surprised, thinking, the countryside will not be so poor these days, will there be people living in such a place?
When he saw the orchard on the top of the mountain and the few acres of vegetable fields, the middle-aged man understood. "Is this the vegetable you grow?" the man asked.

"Yes!" Yang Fan replied.

"The food is good, but the fish is a bit..." In his place, the middle-aged man thought about what he wanted to say.

It wasn't the first person to say that, Yang Fan didn't care: "Is it from the tour group?" he asked.

"Correct."

"Mr. Wu, why are you here?" Director Yang came from there panting, with sweat dripping from his forehead, waving his hands as he ran.

I heard that this person is the big boss in the city, imitating the names of the leaders in the town, Director Yang is learning and selling, and also called Mr. Wu.

This is an important person in the tour group, and it is Director Yang's "political task" to treat him well, which was personally explained by the mayor during the meeting.

"I, just take a walk." President Wu finished speaking and said: "Yangjialing Village, a land of fish and rice, is a great place, but it's a pity that there is no fish in the land of fish and rice. It's really a pity."

Director Yang was terrified by these words, so he hurriedly said, "I have prepared fish from several other companies at noon, you can try it later!"

Mr. Wu waved his hand: "It's not necessary, I'll leave in the afternoon, and there are no satisfactory fish; look at the fish in this pond, they are alive and kicking, and the taste is probably not satisfactory. Director Yang, you don't need to." I'm busy, so I'd better think about what to do so that Yangjialing Village, a good place, can be worthy of the words "Land of Fish and Rice."

It's over, it's over.

Director Yang is so anxious, it has been bad luck for eight lifetimes, why did Mr. Wu come to Yang Fan's pond?As we all know, Yang Fan's fish are the smallest and taste the worst.Before he came, he could still justify himself, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, even if Director Yang has a good tongue, it is useless.

"Director Yang, stay here, I'll go and look around by myself." Mr. Wu's words were obvious, and he didn't want to hear what Director Yang had to say.

When someone spoke, Director Yang didn't like to follow him shamelessly, touched the sweat on his forehead, and inadvertently pointed to Yang Fan, but he couldn't speak out even if there was fire. It can't be blamed on Yang Fan. Yes, there is no fish that people can look up to.

Director Yang turned around and left. Let's think about how to explain today's incident to the mayor. This incident is heartwarming.

"Hey, Uncle Man..." Yang Fan called out.

Director Yang just waved his hand and left without looking back.

"Uncle Man, fish..." he called again.

Director Yang didn't look back: "Fish, fish, eat it yourself, what a troubled day!"

Yang Fan was still thinking about what happened, but when he realized it, Director Yang had already left. He wanted to say that the taste of this fish was different, and the people in the tour group would definitely like it, but Yang Fan who was anxious to get angry The director didn't give him a chance.

Sighing, I went back to the house, and the fish in the electric hot pot was full of aroma, and it was ready to be cooked.

At noon, every household was eating, and Yang Fan walked into the main room with a small basin. Wang Sulan had just put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and a few side dishes and cold dishes were on the table, so she was waiting for Yang Fan.

"Fanfan, what is this?" Wang Sulan asked.

"Mom, fish!"

When she heard that it was a fish, Wang Sulan's face changed slightly. What's the matter with this son, he just had a big fight over the fish, why did he come back with the fish?It will only stimulate the relationship between father and son.

Knowing that his mother was in trouble, Yang Fan put the fish on the table and opened the lid: "Mom, try it."

Wang Sulan didn't move, the father and son are real, let her be caught in the middle, I don't know what to do, why is this son so impatient, he wants to convince this stubborn old man, there is plenty of time in the future, why did he make fish and bring it back?

"Dad, try it too." With [-]% certainty in his heart, Yang Fan said this sentence that was a bit difficult at first.

"Eat it yourself if you like it." Yang Guoqing picked up the porridge, ate the side dishes, and ate it, pretending not to see the pot of boiled fish exuding a strong aroma.

"It's really delicious, why don't you try it; Fanfan is ready, what are you doing?" Peacemaking is always difficult, and Wang Sulan also wants to do this role well.

Yang Guoqing stopped arguing, and he didn't make trouble anymore, he understood, I said ten thousand words, I can't stand this stinky boy who understands on his own, let him toss, he lost his own shame in the village, and can't get along When I saw it, what else would this brat have to say.

The son was stubborn, so was the father, and Wang Sulan had no choice but to greet her for dinner.However, today the fish has a strong aroma, which is very different from before. Could it be that the son put a lot of monosodium glutamate, or other seasonings have this effect?

Maybe that's the case. It's not surprising that the son did this to prove that the fish he raised were good.

Lao Tzu didn't buy it, and Yang Fan was helpless, he couldn't forcefully feed this fish to his Lao Tzu.

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After hastily eating lunch, President Wu prepared to leave with a tour group of more than 20 people.

This trip was very disappointing. I originally thought that the environment in this rumored land of fish and rice is good, and the food is naturally not bad. As a result, the most important fish, I couldn’t find satisfactory ones.Who would drive a car and come to this place hundreds of kilometers for this kind of ordinary fish?
Director Yang, who was the most frustrated, had exhausted all his skills and couldn't find any fish. Mr. Wu wanted to leave, but he couldn't stop him.

"Mr. Wu, look at this..."

Still working hard at the end, Director Yang was interrupted by Mr. Wu as soon as he exited: "Director Yang, go back, there is no need to send it away."

The words are blunt, and there is no room for maneuver. Director Yang's ambition to create a tourism industry has sunk just like that. As someone said, in a land of fish and rice, there are no fish that can be sold. Isn't it a joke?
Things go wrong, but you can't be perfunctory as a human being, no matter how you say it, you have to send the guests to the entrance of the village.

"Wait." Mr. Wu, who was walking in the front, stopped. "Do you smell anything?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and immediately said with a sharp nose, "It seems to be the smell of fish."

"It tastes so tempting. This fish is definitely not bad." Mr. Wu immediately called Director Yang over. "Where does this scent come from?"

Director Yang, whose death sentence was changed to probation, also looked around wonderingly, it was indeed delicious, and finally all eyes were on Yang Fan's house, which was just a few steps away from the road in the village.

(End of this chapter)