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Chapter 42 Egg-Laying Rooster
  How else to say that a strong general has no weak soldiers?
  Under Wang Mantang's guidance, Lao Shan'er and the others quickly built the stove and put the big pot on it.

Because he was afraid that the countertop would stain the bath water, Wang Mantang specially asked them to use gold bricks soaked in tung oil to paste the four sides of the stove and the surrounding walls.

With this, plus a specially built washbasin on the side, a half-length mirror on the wall, and shiny floor tiles, a simple and very practical bathroom is completed.

"Hey, Da Fei, your bathroom is okay. If you add a toilet, it will be the same as the buildings where the cadres live." Xu Fugui, who often goes to the small villa to show movies to the leaders, said as he looked at everything.

"It's not great. In our Sijiu City, it's not easy to take a warm hot bath at your own home in winter."

"Da Fei, your pot bath idea is really good, but you have to be more careful when taking a bath and don't fall asleep."

Everyone in the courtyard had seen enough of the novelty and began to comment one by one.

Although everyone said they envied Zhang Chenfei, they had no intention of following the decoration. After all, the houses are rented by everyone. In their opinion, spending money to renovate the rented houses is not an appropriate way of taking advantage of them? ?
  Of course, you couldn't say this in front of Zhang Chenfei, so everyone just discussed it behind his back.

Wang Mantang was also very satisfied with the work done by his apprentices. He told Zhang Chenfei: "It is best to burn more fire on the newly built stove. Burn it twice a day for three days. It must be thoroughly burned every time."

"The kangs in the two rooms and the stove in the kitchen have been built in the afternoon. You can burn them together."

After Wang Mantang finished his instructions, he asked his disciples to pack their things and prepare to leave. The master's family doesn't care about dinner. They usually work at Zhang's house until they get off work at 6 p.m.

Today I was delayed a lot of time by building the stove. It gets dark early in Sijiu City in the dead of winter. It's only half past seven and it's already completely dark.

After seeing off Wang Mantang and his party, Zhang Chenfei returned to the backyard to eat. We had agreed to separate our families before, but until the new house could no longer be occupied, he still stayed with his brother and sister-in-law.

Looking at the boiled cabbage, ten bowls of stick noodle porridge and a basket of glaring steamed buns on the table, Zhang Chenfei raised his eyebrows and looked at his sister-in-law, "Didn't you say in the morning that you would buy meat and stew with tofu for dinner?"

Tang Danniu put a small bowl of mustard shreds pickled by herself on the table and explained: "I said stewed tofu, but the old lady refused to let me. She said that the food our family has been eating recently is a bit too good, including meat. Those who have chickens and dumplings are afraid of being jealous and causing a lot of trouble."

What the old lady meant was that there were many residents in the courtyard, and even those with good family conditions would not be able to see Tian'er being exposed to meat and fish.

What's more, their family couldn't eat one meal of meat in the past year, and all the dumplings they ate during the New Year were stuffed with chives and fried dough sticks! ! ! If you suddenly eat and drink every day, if you don't keep everything, you will get into trouble.

Of course Tang Danniu didn't care about this. In her opinion, the old lady's worries were unfounded.

With eight sons here, she would not only eat some meat, but would go to other people's houses to eat and drink like a deaf old lady. Who would dare to force her to do so? ?

So when she said this, she curled her lips and raised her voice deliberately: "I would say that the old lady just thinks too much. If there is any blind person in the courtyard who dares to be jealous and arrange the disputes in our family? I will rush to their house and tear her apart. Two mouths!!!”

Zhang Chenfei knew that his sister-in-law was telling the people in the yard.

Ever since Chief Editor Yang and the others came to the courtyard, the aunts and uncles in the courtyard kept talking about him secretly.

This wave of sister-in-law can be considered a warning.

After the interlude, the family sat together to eat.

The meal was not good today. Just when Zhang Ping'an and the other brothers wanted to complain, they were stopped by Tang Da Niu's eyes.

After eating, Tang Danniu drove the children back to the kang in the back room. He poured a cup of strong tea and a small plate of fennel beans very attentively. He took a pen and paper and set them out, "Boy, come to work after you have rested."

Zhang Chenfei sat over and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the tea in the cup: "Didn't you tell Uncle Yan that there was no tea at home?"

Tang Danniu curled her lips and said, "I won't give him a drink even if I have one. That Yan Laoxi is a guy who has water in his glutinous rice balls across the river." Thinking of Yan Laoxi who made a fool of herself with strong salt water that day, she covered her mouth again and followed. He quacked like a duck. After laughing, he urged Zhang Chenfei to write quickly.

“It’s eight yuan a day!! Can’t delay any more!!”

Zhang Chenfei touched his nose, no wonder it was both high-cut and fennel beans. This was the old hen that laid his own eggs. Oh no, the old rooster was waiting on him.

He waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, please go into the room first. I can't write while you are here."

Tang Danniu turned back to the back room three times a step. Grandma Zhang came closer to her grandson again, "Da Fei, what do you think your sister-in-law thinks of you?"

"Not bad."

"How is it compared to before?" the old lady asked slowly and thoughtfully.

"It's much better than before." Zhang Chenfei replied, "Old lady, what exactly do you want to say?"

As Mrs. Zhang filled the brass pipe pot with her own cut tobacco, she asked, "When do you plan to move?"

It seemed like a completely unrelated topic to the previous question, but Zhang Chenfei understood it as soon as he rolled his eyes.

He smiled calmly: "It will take another half a month. Uncle Wang said that the house will take about three or four days to be completed, and then there will be furniture."

The old lady felt relieved, packed her tobacco, took a puff of cigarette, and murmured: "It's good, it's good."

Zhang Chenfei was hunched over his desk writing furiously until ten o'clock at night, when the courtyard was completely silent.

He picked up the kettle from the stove, filled it with water, brushed his teeth and washed his face. Then he lay on the bed and entered the system space again when his mind moved.

After the last wave of cucumbers, cabbage, wheat, and corn were harvested, the crops planted again are ready to be picked again.

Considering that it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, most of what he planted for the second time were spinach, potatoes, sweet potatoes and other common winter dishes, leaving only two acres of land to plant off-season vegetables.

After picking the second crop, Zhang Chenfei planted the third crop. This time, the varieties were even more single, with only four types: cabbage, radish, soybeans, and wutaicai.

Although Wutaicai looks ugly and tastes like the soles of leather shoes, it is cold-resistant and easy to store. When the people of Sijiu City get tired of eating cabbage, they will buy this improvement.

This vegetable is as cheap as cabbage and radish, so you can’t make much money by selling it, but when doing vegetable wholesale, these winter staples are a must.

As for soybeans, they are grown in rural areas to extract soybean oil, exchange them for tofu, and grow bean sprouts.

Soybean oil can be sold, and tofu, bean sprouts, bean skin and the like are all affordable vegetables in winter. Although they have to be brought to rural areas, they are profitable.

After cleaning up these things, Zhang Chenfei went to Beishan to pick a wave of mountain products. Maybe it was because they were harvested last time, so the amount harvested this time was not very large.

Even so, Zhang Chenfei was still very satisfied.

After finishing the farmland and woods, Zhang Chenfei thought of the vacant animal pen and touched his chin.

(End of this chapter)