Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 200 Whole Village Regiment Building
Uncle Liu came to the door of the house early in the morning to call, and Wang Xiuying packed up her things and said to Heihu, "Heihu, go and wake Yang Zhenyu up."

Heihu responded, and ran to Yang Zhenyu's door to pick them up.

The paws made a buzzing sound.

"Wang Wang~"

Yang Zhenyu opened his eyes in a daze, got up and opened the door, "Grandma, it's not dawn yet, so early?"

Uncle Liu said with a smile: "Xiao Yang, I have traveled a long way today, go early."

"Clean up quickly." Wang Xiuying instructed.

Originally, I wanted to rest at home for two days to accompany Wang Xiuying, but I didn't expect her to become busy.

Last night he promised to help carry the basket, so Yang Zhenyu had no choice but to wash up.

Uncle Liu instructed: "Sister Xiuying, bring more dry food, maybe I won't be back until the afternoon."

Wang Xiuying patted the cloth bag hanging on her waist, "I have them all."

After Yang Zhenyu washed up, he put the basket on his back and started to chew bread with his hand.

Close the door and get ready to go.

The three brothers, the black tiger prince and the golden monkey, also followed.

Yang Zhenyu turned his head and said, "Heihu won't go, stay at the house and guard the house. If there is one thing missing in the house, I will cut off your dog food for half a month."

In fact, such a long mountain road is not suitable for dogs.

"The prince is not going either, go back to sleep with you."

Heihu and the prince stood there and watched stupidly.

"Eldest brother can go."

"Woo ha ha~"

The eldest brother turned his head and called out to Heihu and the prince, as if he was laughing at them.

It was dawn, and the bamboo shooters set off.

On the way there, I met many villagers one after another, including Luo Chunfeng who just asked for leave yesterday, and Mao Hongqin's mother-in-law Yang Caixia...

The team gradually became lively.

"Director Yang is going too?"

"Director Yang, can you shoot bamboo shoots?"

The women in the village made fun of him as a junior.

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "I am a tool person today, and my grandma is the protagonist."

Wang Xiuying said with a smile: "He was worried about me, so he insisted on following. It's okay to go, and help me carry the bamboo shoots."

"Sister Xiuying, you are so lucky."

"Aunt Wang, my grandson would be as filial as Director Yang."

Along the way, the female friends chatted happily.

Yang Zhenyu suddenly felt a sense of team building.

Think about it, everyone is a shareholder of Pentium Agricultural Trade Co., Ltd., he is the general manager, not to mention, it is the taste of team building.

Uncle Liu said: "The bamboo shoots have been sent back today, we will still follow the old rules, set up a few tables on the road, and have fun together."

"Yes, I haven't held a long table banquet for two years."

"Listen to Brother Liu."

"Director Yang, you must participate. Just becoming a village director also makes us happy."

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Participate, definitely participate, the drinks are mine."

There used to be a custom in Yangjiawan Village. During the New Year’s holidays, or when encountering a day worth celebrating, there would be a long table banquet, and each household would serve a few dishes, and everyone would have fun together.

Later, the smell gradually faded, and no one would do it anymore. It was the same as the New Year's Eve now, and it couldn't be lively anymore.

When Uncle Liu mentioned it today, everyone missed that feeling a little bit.

Yang Zhenyu thinks that this custom should be preserved. If tourism is developed in the future, it will also be a good project to attract tourists.

Chatting happily all the way, I felt that I crossed the river in a short time and went to the mountain opposite the river.

The place where Lengjian bamboo grows is relatively high, and almost all the villagers on the mountain have moved down. The road up the mountain is rarely walked, and it is not so easy to walk, but these old men and women walk as if walking on flat ground, very stable.

"Director Yang, hurry up."

"What's going on, Director Yang, can't we beat us old people?"

Yang Zhenyu smiled and quickened his pace to follow.

At the mountain pass, there is basically no way.

Uncle Liu said, "Let's gather here in the afternoon."

Everyone responded, and went into the mountain with their baskets on their backs.

Yang Zhenyu followed behind Wang Xiuying every step of the way. The little old lady walked very fast as if she had hot wheels on her feet.

"Grandma, walk slowly, be careful not to fall."

"Grandma, wait for me!"

Yang Zhenyu chased after him with his backpack on his back.

Wang Xiuying had already got into the bamboo forest, took a sickle, and dug the ground casually twice, saw a few cold bamboo shoots that had just sprouted, and continued to walk up without picking them.

One by one, the cold bamboo shoots protruded from the ground, standing in the bamboo forest.

Wang Xiuying said excitedly: "Grandson, you have it, hurry up."

"I'm coming!"

Yang Zhenyu responded, and crawled to Wang Xiuying's side.

Wang Xiuying is very good at beating bamboo shoots, bent over, holding a sickle in her hand, gently hooking the tip of the knife towards the tip of the bamboo shoot, and grabbing it with the other hand, the sickle slides down the bamboo shoot, and gently squeezes it to the root Stab back, pick up the cut bamboo shoots and continue the same action.

In less than a minute, she already had four or five sticks in her hand. Looking back at Yang Zhenyu, Yang Zhenyu turned sideways to the basket, and Wang Xiuying was thrown into the basket.

Yang Zhenyu asked concerned: "Grandma, is your waist okay?"

"Good morning."

Wang Xiuying continued to beat bamboo shoots.

Yang Zhenyu stared at the movements of her hands, and saw that she couldn't get it, so he sent the back basket up.

The grandparents and grandchildren looked at each other and smiled.

Speed ​​up.

Within half an hour, Wang Xiuying glanced left and right, "This area is finished, let's go to the bamboo forest in front."

Put on the sickle, took off the gloves, reached out and took out two small buns from the cloth bag hanging on his waist, and handed one to Yang Zhenyu.

The grandparents and grandchildren ate and walked in.

After Yang Zhenyu finished eating the bread, he took the initiative to invite Ying, "Grandma, let me try, I haven't beaten bamboo shoots for many years."

Wang Xiuying took out the sickle and handed it to Yang Zhenyu. Yang Zhenyu tried a few times, and the speed was not slow. Wang Xiuying instructed: "Don't cut it too high, not for the old."

"it is good!"

Yang Zhenyu responded.

The grandparents and grandchildren were lucky today, and within a short time of drilling in the mountains and forests, they had a half-basket harvest.

The water loss of the cold bamboo shoots is serious, so Wang Xiuying did not peel them off immediately, in order to get the freshest bamboo shoots back, otherwise they had to process them before eating them.

Either boil it or dry it, so that it can be stored for a long time to prevent mildew.

"Okay, grandma, I'll have to peel off so many for a while, it's almost done." Yang Zhenyu said.

Wang Xiuying said with disgust, "I didn't ask you to peel it off."

There is a desire to win in her heart, not just her, the villagers who come to shoot bamboo shoots today, there is a kind of invisible competition, to see who can shoot the most bamboo shoots.

Yang Zhenyu already felt that his shoulders were a bit strangled, but he was too embarrassed to distract grandma's interest, so he continued to follow.

Wang Xiuying packed a big pannier before she was willing to stop.

What Yang Zhenyu thought in his heart was, how could he deceive his grandson like this?
If I had known that your body was still so strong, I would have slept at home today. Why did you come to the deep mountains and old forests to suffer this kind of crime?

Wang Xiuying also looked at Yang Zhenyu with a smile and said, "Why don't you recite it for me?"

"I can move my back, grandma, you can lead the way." Yang Zhenyu gritted his teeth and said.

The grandparents and grandchildren returned to the mountain pass at noon.

They are the luckiest and fastest.

After sitting on the ground and resting for a while, other talents came out one after another, which was also rewarding.

"Aunt Wang is Aunt Wang. At this age, she is still so good at beating bamboo shoots."

"Aunt Wang was the most powerful woman in the village at the time."

"How does Director Yang feel today?"

Yang Zhenyu smiled and said: "Enriched!"

"Hahaha~ Director Yang, your expression betrays you."

"Uncle Liu hasn't come out yet?"

"It's probably coming soon, shall we wait a little longer?"

"This year's bamboo shoots are growing well. I just peeled one and took a bite. It's very tender. It's definitely delicious when I take it back and fry it in the pan."

"I'll carry it to your roof to dry in a while. I like stewed chicken with dried bamboo shoots."

Everyone has started talking about how to cook?
After three o'clock in the afternoon, Uncle Liu and a few aunts came out with bamboo shoots on their backs. They ran the farthest today, but the harvest was not good.

Uncle Liu glanced at the other people's back baskets, and said with a smile, "I would have known that I would not have traveled that far. I thought that place grew well last year, but it turned out to be just that."

Yang Zhenyu said: "Master, sit down and rest for a while, and go back after the rest."

"Let's go, go back directly, still resting? Go back and set the table for dinner." Uncle Liu strode down.

Others followed.

Yang Zhenyu looked at the golden snub-nosed monkey next to him, and asked suspiciously, "Brother, do you think these people are really old?"

The golden monkey raised its hand and scratched its cheek.

On the way back to the village, Uncle Liu greeted people when he saw them, "A long table banquet will be held today, and stools will be brought over tonight."

"Yes, Brother Liu."

"It just so happens that pig's trotters are stewed in the pot."

The villagers all responded with a smile.

Back home, Yang Zhenyu put the bamboo shoots in the basket and poured them out.

Wang Xiuying came over with a small stool, sat down and started peeling the bamboo shoots.

Yang Zhenyu took a few roots from the pot, "Grandma, I'll get some vegetables and bring them over in a while."

Wang Xiuying nodded.

Yang Zhenyu took fresh cold bamboo shoots into the kitchen, and cooked three dishes in a hurry, stir-fried cold bamboo shoots, fried bacon with cold bamboo shoots, and roast beef with cold bamboo shoots.

In the evening, Uncle Liu came out and shouted, "Dinner is ready."

The sound echoed for a long time.

Yang Zhenyu and Wang Xiuying went up with the dishes.

The villagers each brought hot meals to participate.

That's how the long table banquet was set up.

Zhang Mingkang and Yang Song dragged several boxes of wine and beverages from the farmhouse and handed them out to the table.

There are more than 300 tables and [-] people, and almost all the villagers around have come, and the scene is very lively.

Uncle Liu presided over the drink, "Come on, folks, it's been a long time since we've had a gathering like this.

In addition, Yang Zhenyu has just been elected as the village director of Yangjiawan Village, which is also worthy of congratulations. I watched this kid grow up and work hard. From now on, the development of Yangjiawan Village will be entrusted to them and these juniors.

I'm very happy today, come, let's take a walk together. "

Men, women and children stood up with drinks.

"Done."

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

After finishing his drink, Uncle Liu happily waved his hand and said, "Dinner is ready."

Everyone happily ate.

Hongxia in the evening is praying for these hardworking and simple farmers.

As soon as Yang Zhenyu sat down, all the young and old men in the village, as well as some women, came up with drinks and wine to respect him.

Yang Zhenyu never refuses anyone who comes.

Wang Xiuying kept reminding him to drink less.

What Yang Zhenyu wanted was to take advantage of this happy atmosphere to thank the voters who voted for him at the election meeting.

(End of this chapter)