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Chapter 133 Conservatory Rice

Wang Zhong took Ma Debao and the others to make tiles and burn kilns. On the other side of the homestead, the old branch secretary led the villagers to start digging the foundation according to the lines Wang Zhong had drawn with lime.

After digging, use a mallet to tamp the bottom of the ditch.

During this period, Wang Zhong also met Ma Huashui's eldest son, Ma Defu, the protagonist in the original plot. Ma Defu is now middle-aged and came back from summer vacation.

Ma Defu was also a warm-hearted person. Hearing about Wang Zhong's affairs, he immediately volunteered to help.

The food in Wang Zhong's place is good, and he eats mutton every two days. All the villagers are eager to come over to help Wang Zhong. Right now, they don't need anyone's help in making tiles and firing kilns.

However, Wang Zhong entrusted the coal transportation to the villagers. The villagers in the nearby Kushui Village often saw the folks from Yongquan Village pulling carts and dragging dark coal from the county in groups. Go to Yongquan Village.

There are so many people and so much power, it's really not just talk, Wang Zhongding's cement and lime were temporarily piled up in the open space, the bottom was raised, and the top was covered with the tarpaulin bought by Wang Zhong.

In the courtyard of the old party secretary's house, Wang Zhong was shirtless and made doors and windows by himself.

Ma Debao and Shui Wang stood beside him, handing Wang Zhong the tools while laying hands on them, staring intently at Wang Zhong's movements, for fear of missing every detail.

The old branch secretary was squatting under the eaves outside the gate, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, and the end of the cigarette holder was stuffed in his mouth, with a smile on his face: "Xiao Zhong, why do you feel like you know everything!"

"This carpenter's work is no worse than that of the criminal carpenter!" The criminal carpenter is a well-known carpenter in ten miles and eight towns. He is in his 60s and [-]s. People in the village look for him when they want to open cabinets.

"I've liked these since I was a child. After learning from a teacher for a while, I also like to ponder, and I can barely use it." Wang Zhong's hands continued to move, the sun was high, and his body was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"With your skills, even if you don't farm, you won't have to worry about food!" The old branch secretary was very happy. These days, Wang Zhong gave him too many surprises.

Just after the mid-autumn festival in August, Wang Zhong’s doors and windows were finished, painted, and hung in the yard of the old branch secretary’s house. The construction of the new house officially started. Ma Huashui called more than [-] strong laborers to help .

The three layers of blue bricks in the foundation are laid alternately to form ground beams, which are connected with cement fine sand. After drying, the remaining gaps on both sides are backfilled with soil and tamped.

Immediately after that, under Wang Zhong's personal command, in less than two days, under Wang Zhong's guidance, the folks in the village who know how to muddy water worked together to help Wang Zhong finish the main body of the house!
On the third day, rest for a day, wait for the cement to be firmer, and on the fourth day, the logs that were laid out in advance were put on the house. Everyone worked together, and it took only half a day to set up all the crossbars. The palm-width rafters bought from the county were used. Iron nails are fastened to the crossbar.

In the afternoon when they went to Liang, Wang Zhong held a banquet and invited the whole Yongquan village to eat the flowing water banquet together.

The main dish is stewed potatoes with mutton, and the staple food is steamed buns made of cornmeal. The folks also showed their eighteen martial arts skills.

Next is Gaiwa!It is useless to have too many tile-laying people, Wang Zhong himself did the work, a dozen people, one by one, made a manual conveyor belt, and sent the tiles to the roof. It took two days to get it right!
The rest is just small chores.

Wang Zhong led Ma Debao, Shuiwang, and Gawa, and taught them how to adjust the cement ash, the ratio of water, cement, and fine sand, and taught them the skills of making bricks.

Ma Debao has the highest talent, is the most willing to work hard, and is the fastest learner. Gawa and Shuiwang are slightly worse, and they are a bit playful.

By the time Wang Zhong's new house is completely completed, it will be almost winter.

From the end of June to the beginning of November, it took a total of more than four months of work. The villagers looked at it standing at the end of the village, with a somewhat delicate and solemn atmosphere, which was very different from the houses in the village. Wang Zhong's new home, There was a look of envy in their eyes.

Early in the morning, Debao, Gawa, Shuiwang, and Mai Miao took the initiative to come to the door to help Wang Zhong move the things in the old party secretary's house into his new home one by one. After moving the things, Wang Zhong came to the door in person and invited The old branch secretary's family, Ma Huashui's family, and Li Shuihua and her father Li Laoshuan came home to have a warm house meal in the evening.

Not long after noon, Wang Zhong was tidying up the vegetable field in the yard, and wanted to plant some vegetables before winter.

"Brother Wang Chong!"

Footsteps came from outside the courtyard, accompanied by two familiar voices, Wang Zhong looked at the water flowers and wheat seedlings standing outside the fence with some surprise.

"Splash? Wheat seedlings? Come in quickly, what can I do for you?"

Shuihua said: "Didn't you say that you want to invite us to have a warm house meal! Mai Miao and I want to come here soon, so we can give you a helping hand!"

Don't even think about it, the wheat seedlings must have been called by Shui Hua, Shui Hua came here early because he was afraid that he was a big man, and he was afraid that he would not be able to cope with these things in the stove!
Because of the fact that I refused to enter the house at her house last time, I just pulled the wheat seedlings, so as not to lose my tongue.

With more and more contacts, Wang Zhong's impression of this girl has become better and better. It is no longer just purely for sex, but he has begun to appreciate it a little bit.

"Exactly! I'm worried that I'm too busy to be alone!"

Wang Zhong smiled and put his head in the utility room, scooped water from the water tank, washed his hands in the wooden basin, wiped it clean, smiled and said to the water flower: "It's just in time for you two to come, give me a hand, today I will also show my hand to the big guys."

"Show yourself?" Shui Hua was a little surprised, she didn't expect Wang Zhong to say that, but for some reason, she suddenly felt anticipation in her heart, with a smile on her face, she said playfully, "Then I'll wait and see?"

"Brother Wang Chong!" Mai Miao said with a look of disbelief: "Really? Are you going to show us something?"

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know later!"

Wang Zhong raised his head confidently: "A while ago I couldn't spare a hand, just watch this one today, I'll surprise you all by keeping it!"

Pushing open the kitchen door and walking in, Wang Zhong said, "In this way, first boil some hot water for the wheat seedlings. I'll go to the backyard to kill the chicken, and the water splash will make the dough first. Let's make it richer today."

"Where is the face?" Shui Hua asked.

Wang Zhong was still sitting on a few large urns in the corner: "It's in Wengli, make more white noodles, let's make buns today, and make some corn flour, and when the chicken is stewed later, stick the corn tortillas on the side of the pot superior."

As soon as he had the family belongings, Wang Zhong had already bought them all.

"Row!"

The three of them worked together, and Wang Zhong went to the backyard with a kitchen knife and a bowl filled with salt water.

After a while, the crowing of the rooster gradually subsided, and Wang Zhong walked into the kitchen with the almost dead rooster in one hand carrying the bloody water.

Throw the big cock in the pot, the wheat seedlings have just started to fire, and the water will boil for a while.

Wang Zhong took out a large piece of mutton that he had prepared earlier from the cabinet. After washing it, he moved his knife like flying, first sliced ​​it, then cut it into strips, and finally cut it into small cubes.

Seeing Wang Zhong's skillful knife skills, Mai Miao's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it: "Brother Wang Zhong, you are too good at using this kitchen knife, right?"

Wang Zhong's fists and feet have reached the third level, and his speed response has reached [-] points, which is four times that of ordinary people at their peak state. The speed and stability of knife handling are far beyond the comparison of ordinary chefs, let alone Wang Zhong's own chef. Art has also reached the fourth level, and knife skills are one of the foundations of cooking.

"With more practice, you can use it almost as well as me!"

"really?"

"As long as the skill is deep, the iron pestle can be ground into a needle!" Wang Zhong said.

Mai Miao didn't know the truth behind it, but she actually believed it, and said happily, "Father told us about this story..."

Mai Miao's father, Teacher Bai, is the principal and only teacher of the village primary school.

Mai Miao talked eloquently there, with a smile on his face, without any restraint.

Shuihua smiled, with surprise in his eyes, just looking at Wang Zhong's knife skills, he already believed most of what he said earlier that he would show his skills today.

If you don't have excellent cooking skills, how can you have such exquisite knife skills.

"The steamed buns stuffed with mutton must be served with green onions to be delicious!" Wang Zhong said while cutting the mutton.

Shuihua has already reconciled the noodles, and put it aside to wake up, "Then I'll go and wash the scallions!"

"Wash another cabbage, and wash more yams!"

"okay!"

"I searched for the wheat seedlings and went to the cabinet to take out the bundle of sweet potato flour and soak it first."

"..."

Wang Zhong commanded while cutting the mutton.

After the mutton was cut, the scallions were also cut into cubes, and the ginger and garlic were finely chopped. Wang Zhong seasoned and stuffed it himself.

After more than an hour, the noodles have almost woken up. Shuihua divides the dough into small pieces and kneads them into dough skins. Wheat seedlings are responsible for wrapping eighteen pleated mutton stuffed buns.

Wang Zhong was on the sidelines processing the chicken and offal that had been cleaned by water.

The kitchen was in full swing, and other people arrived one after another.

The old branch secretary came first, with his grandson Shuiwang and his son Li Dayou, followed by Ma Huashui, Ma Debao and Ma Dehua.

The two families are on their feet.

Shuiwang's mother, Debao's mother, and Dehua also walked into the kitchen to help make buns together, and the speed increased all of a sudden.

Wang Zhong's chicken had just been fried in the wok for a while, and the three-layer steamer filled with steamed buns was brought to the stove.

Stir-fry the chicken for 10 minutes, then add the cold white and boil it. After the water is boiled, put a circle of splashed corn tortillas along the wall of the pot.

After 10 minutes, add potato cabbage and vermicelli, as well as various seasonings.

At about five o'clock, the steamed buns were finished, and the stewed chicken in the iron pot was almost done. Debao, Gawa, and Shuiwang walked into the kitchen smelling the smell, and stood in a row next to the iron pot, staring at it intently. Holding the iron pot, smelling the rising water vapor from the cracks around the lid, he could not stop swallowing.

Before serving, scoop the corn tortillas into the thick soup, stir-fry for 2 minutes quickly, and fill a big urn with the water and noodles at the beginning.

"It's out of the pot!"

"Let's have dinner!"

Wang Zhong carried the big urn into the main room and placed it on the table.

"Brother Wang Chong, this is too delicious!" Mai Miao's stomach groaned at the right time, as if a chain reaction had started, and the bellies of Debao and Gawa Shuiwang's three and a half children also rang.

It amused all the adults in the house.

Wang Zhong hurriedly said: "Uncle, call me Uncle Shui, Uncle You! Old Uncle Shuan! Sit down quickly! Everyone must be hungry, move your chopsticks!"

The men gathered around a table, women and children sat beside them, Wang Zhong took out three bottles of Xifeng wine from the cabinet, and the big men looked at it so much that it was worth their eyes.

"Xifeng wine?"

"Chongwazi, you've spent a lot of money!" The old branch secretary looked at Xifeng Wine and swallowed subconsciously.

Wang Zhong said with a smile: "How many years has it been like this! Then you don't have to spend some money, everyone eats and drinks to their heart's content!"

As Wang Zhong said, he greeted everyone, "Don't carry it, hurry up and eat!"

As he spoke, he stuffed a mutton bun into each of the old party secretary and Ma Huashui, and scooped two scoops of a few pieces of chicken into their bowls with a wooden spoon they made themselves.

Only then did everyone move their chopsticks.

"good to eat!"

"Really delicious!"

"It's so fragrant!"

"..." Everyone was full of praise.

In this era of lack of food and clothing, being able to stutter and fill their stomachs is already the most satisfying thing for the folks in Yongquan Village. Usually, they eat chicken with stew, put more water, and drink more chicken soup. It was the first time that Wang Zhong did this in all these years.

After trying it, everyone was full of praise!

"Brother Wang Chong, isn't your cooking really delicious!" Depot asked Wang Zhong a little excitedly, still chewing on the mutton buns, speaking vaguely: "I've never eaten such delicious food before."

The mutton buns are fresh and fragrant, and the soup is rich in one bite, making it hard to put it down.

Not to mention the chicken stewed in an iron pot.

"Eat more if it's delicious!"

Wang Zhong picked up the wine bowl with a smile, and shouted water to the old party secretary and Ma, and said, "Uncle, call Uncle Shui, Uncle Dayou, Uncle Shuan! As for me, I am young and just came back from outside. Many people in our Yongquan Village don't know many things, and we need the elders to take care of them and raise them more."

Li Laoshuan had a mouthful of steamed buns and a mouthful of chicken, so he didn't have time to talk. Li Dayou was similar.

Seeing Wang Zhong pick up the wine bowl, they followed suit.

The old party secretary looked at Wang Zhong, and then at the dishes in the big urn, and said with emotion: "Son Chong, such rich dishes are delicious, but life is not like this, I know, you have some wealth, But you have just built a house, and there is no job right now, and the newly allocated land can’t grow food all at once, and no matter how much money you have, it will be exhausted.”

Ma Huashui also said with a serious face: "Wang Zhong, let me say something more. Your uncle said this for your own good. We have been watching it for the past few months. For this house, you spent a lot of money. You must have at least 700 yuan! You are still young, and you will have a long life in the future. In the future, you will marry a wife, have children, and carry on the family line of your old Wang family. ah!"

"Uncle, call Uncle Shui!" Wang Zhong could feel the concern of the two of them for him, "I'll write it down!"

"You just have to know what you have in mind!"

The old party secretary was quite relieved, picked up the wine bowl again, and said, "Come on! Let's have a bowl first, and I wish Chong Wazi a prosperous life in the future!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)