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Chapter 16 Shajiabang! !

What to write about? ? Zhang Chenfei lowered his head and wanted to bite the pen tip to think about it, but saw that the pen tip was bitten by his nephew like old tree bark.

Okay, I don’t know what to say, so let’s think hard.

Writing in this era is quite risky, whether it's poetry, novels, or essays. It's hard to control the degree of it, and old scores will be turned over if you are not careful.

After much thought, Zhang Chenfei felt that it would be best to turn "Shajiabang" into a novel.

"Shajiabang" is one of the eight model operas, which determines that it will not be over-interpreted when the wind blows. Moreover, Zhang Chenfei remembered that Mr. Wang's life in those years was much better than that of other literati.

Just do it, Zhang Chenfei picked up the pen and started creating immediately. Adapting a model play into a novel is actually quite complicated. The process is probably equivalent to expanding the outline into a flesh-and-blood novel. Not only do you need to add details, but they also need to be lively and interesting.

Zhang Chenfei stayed up late at night and worked until midnight before he finally produced 6,000 words. He tore the manuscript out of the book, put it away carefully, and then started to wash up.

When everything was ready, he turned off the lights and lay on the bed, suddenly entering the system space.

Standing on the plowed fertile black soil, Zhang Chenfei decided to try it first: "One acre of white radish!!"

After finishing speaking, the radish seeds in his hand automatically flew up, moved to a suitable position and began to be sown.

As soon as the seeds fell to the ground, light rain began to fall over the acre of land. When the rain fell to the ground, the seeds sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sprouted goose-yellow buds, cotyledons, and true leaves.
  Looking at the scene in front of him as if he was watching it at double speed, Zhang Chenfei could only think of the word "wonderful" in his heart.

The light rain didn't last long. When the rain stopped, the radish seedlings had already grown a little, and their growth rate began to slow down.

Zhang Chenfei then planted another acre of potatoes, another acre of corn, wheat, cabbage, spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, winter melons, and pumpkins.

After planting ten kinds of crops, Zhang Chenfei went to Beishan to hunt a pheasant, a hare, and picked up a nest of pheasant eggs along the way.

Feeling that the time was almost up, he made a sudden move and exited.

Tired after a busy day, Zhang Chenfei took a toad and was just about to fall asleep when Tang Danniu's voice came from the back room.

"His father is already asleep, hurry up, hurry up"

Next came the helpless and sleepy voice of the elder brother: "I have been working voluntarily for a day in the factory today. I'm really tired."

"Why are you tired? You drank three bowls of chicken soup this morning!!!"

"You can't do this even with several bowls of chicken soup. I'm a human being, not an animal."

"How can you be so ferocious as a beast? Don't talk nonsense. You can't stop until you give birth to a daughter!! Come on up!!"

An unknown voice sounded.

Zhang Chenfei's little face turned pale again when he heard this in the outer room, but he felt very awkward when he heard that he was an acquaintance in the corner.

Having no other choice, I took out two balls of cotton from the holes in the quilt and stuffed them into my ears, while still thinking about moving quickly.

After a bad night's sleep,
  The next day, Zhang Chenfei got up early. After washing up, there was already a plate of big pickled radish and a basket of steamed buns with glaring eyes on the bed. His sister-in-law, Tang Danniu, was happily humming a tune while mixing stick noodle porridge in the kitchen.

Zhang Chenfei looked at the steamed buns and thought that he would definitely not be able to eat them. But when he actually ate it, he found that his body automatically accepted it. The physical reaction from his predecessor was still there.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Chenfei went out to mail a letter. As a conscientious writer, he did not submit more than one article, but submitted it to Youth Daily. Mailing a letter within the city only costs four hundred yuan. After leaving the post office, Zhang Chenfei bought some paper and pens, and also bought himself a desk lamp. After throwing all these into the system space, he was going to go home and read, including the second-hand book he just bought yesterday, and the typewriter rubbings brought back by his elder brother. Yin hasn't had time to learn yet.

Just studying hard at home at noon, the family had hot pot mixed noodles for lunch.

This thing is simple to make. Add a little oil to a pot and add chopped green onion. Then add boiling water. When the water boils, add the rolled noodles. When the water boils twice, it is cooked.

This was what the poor ate before liberation. After liberation, life has become better in the past few years, and few people eat like this. But Lao Zhang's family is poor and he still eats.

Tang Da Niu was poor but stubborn. Every time she ate such poor people's food, she would close the door of the outer room tightly and never allow the children to carry bowls to eat in the yard.

Zhang Chenfei had eaten steamed buns in the morning and didn't want to eat mixed noodles at noon, so he made an excuse to go to Courtyard No. 93.

After entering the door, I went straight across the courtyard. As soon as I walked to the door of Tian Xiaozao's house, I smelled the fragrance.

"It's better to come sooner than later. Is this braised noodles?"

In the kitchen, Tian Xiaozao had just thrown a handful of rapeseed into the noodle pot when he heard Zhang Chenfei's voice and couldn't help but snorted: "You will get stronger when you slap your little mouth. Every time our family makes delicious food, you will appoint Knock on the door.”

You have to have the consciousness of licking your face when eating. Zhang Chenfei turned a deaf ear to Tian Xiaozao's sarcastic and sarcastic words. He just entered the room, picked up a big spoon and stirred in the pot of brine: "pork belly, black fungus" , daylilies and shiitake mushrooms, and shredded carrots.

"No, you don't have mushrooms here either? There are no mushrooms in the stewed noodles, tsk tsk tsk." Zhang Chenfei put down his spoon and shook his head, as if he looked down on this pot of stewed noodles.

Tian Xiaozao glared at him hard: "Making noodles without mushrooms is like eating dumplings without soy sauce, right?"

"That's right." Zhang Chenfei nodded, "You are really good at cooking."

"I'm good at cooking, but if you can, don't eat it!!" Tian Xiaozao was about to snatch the spoon from Zhang Chenfei's hand.

Zhang Chenfei raised the spoon high: "Little Tudou, you can't do it either!!"

Tian Xiaozao blew his beard angrily and glared. Seeing that the two were about to fight, Uncle Tian stopped it in time, saying that the noodles in the pot were almost simmering.

Although Tian Xiaozao is just a little pepper, she is a good hand at work. She neatly filled two bowls of pot picker with long chopsticks, covered them with thickened marinade, and brought them to the Kang table.

He poured another bowl over the water for himself, grabbed a handful of peeled garlic, and brought it over.

The Tian family's father and daughter and Zhang Chenfei sat cross-legged on the kang, each with a bowl of noodles and crispy garlic cloves.

Zhang Chenfei loves noodles the most, especially hand-made noodles. Tian Xiaozao noodles are well rolled, as wide as the belly of a finger, as long as four middle fingers, and the thickness is just right. Mix it with the marinade evenly, eat it in one bite, and then take a bite of garlic.

After Dahaiwan ate two bowls of braised noodles, Zhang Chenfei touched his belly with satisfaction and started to clear away the dishes.

When Uncle Tian saw this, he quickly stopped him: "There is no rule in Sijiu City for guests to wash dishes."

Tian Xiaozao curled her lips: "Zhang Chenfei visits our house eight times a week. What kind of guest is he?"

"I'd better wash the dishes. If I dare not wash the dishes this time, Tian Xiaozao will not let me eat next time." Zhang Chenfei said very consciously.

　Di Xiaoba has been changed to Tian Xiaozao, but it is different from the one in "Hutong". The character design and family background have been modified to some extent. Please inform the adoptive fathers.

　　
  　
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